Peace Hotel, British Suite.
Sunlight streamed through the glass and fell across the desk facing the Huangpu River. An aged, withered hand set the receiver back onto the telephone.
"Shenzhen was going to officially establish a stock exchange, but it hasn't been approved, so it can only be considered a trial run. Shanghai has already confirmed that it will officially establish a securities exchange at the end of December. Once companies go public, they'll inevitably issue additional shares. Those stocks people have been holding onto will take a massive plunge."
Uncle leaned back comfortably in his chair, his hands resting on the armrests, fingers interlaced over his stomach.
A Bao stood by the window in a vest, hands in his pockets. "You mean the market will rise later, so we should get involved in Shenzhen? Why not Shanghai?"
"Do you have the advantages those Kirin Club people have? They're crafty old foxes with more capital than you. You'll be lucky just to get a sip of the soup. Shenzhen is different. This time, the market manipulators are doomed. I hear some foreign-returned students are controlling the market. They're holding too many shares, and the money isn't even theirs. Once new shares are issued and prices crash, they're finished. Go in, buy low, and by the first half of next year, you're guaranteed to double your money."
"How much money do we have?"
"Some of the treasury bonds haven't been sold yet, and some is tied up in that batch of goods with Little Ningbo. But this time, because Boss Wang had the nerve to throw in two hundred thousand, you bought quite a lot more as well. It wasn't at the absolute bottom, but you still made a good profit. We have 1.3 million available right now."
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