Zhou Xiaoting flipped open the tutoring notebook and copied down two phone numbers for Gu Chen. "Contact them yourself."
Gu Chen looked at the fuming Zhou Xiaoting, completely baffled.
That evening, after basketball club practice ended, Gu Chen returned to the dorm and sent the phone numbers to Zhai Xingguo. Zhai Xingguo probably hadn't expected Gu Chen to still be thinking about it. He was so excited that he called to thank him, apologizing profusely as well. The couple took turns apologizing over the phone, insisting on treating Gu Chen to a meal to make amends.
It made Gu Chen feel rather embarrassed too.
Honestly, they had only met once—they were practically strangers. Zhai Xingguo had skipped out on their deal over a hundred thousand yuan. It might not sound nice, but putting himself in Zhai Xingguo's shoes, Gu Chen might not have been able to give up the profits right in front of him just to keep an agreement with someone he had only met once, if the stakes were high enough. Otherwise, why did the ancients always say that a single penny could stump a hero?
After hanging up, Gu Chen hugged his books and headed into the multimedia classroom in the communal activity room.
In the Financial Daily he had accidentally seen at the Qiao Family home before, there had been an article about the registration of direct investment funds. It roughly said that, in order to stimulate liquidity in the domestic capital market, the China Securities Regulatory Commission had for the first time allowed fund companies to enter the equity investment sector. It also made clear that direct investment subsidiaries and direct investment funds could participate in debt investments related to equity.
That meant the state had loosened its restrictions on capital and was encouraging capital