The dishes might not be particularly tasty, but bluefin tuna is quite rare. Chen Lijun figured Yang Chen would probably like it, so he reserved 100 pounds of fish in advance.
Today, we’ll be having a full fish feast—sashimi, sliced fish, sushi, and even a stead version. Each person has 25 pounds to splurge on. Basically, we’ll try every cooking thod, and whatever is left will be packed for Yang Chen to take ho and enjoy slowly.
The place was packed, mostly with Japanese people.
At this mont, Wang Zijun and Chen Lijun saw an acquaintance, Zhang Jiacheng. He used to be a leader in their circle, and both of them were his followers back then.
Zhang Jiacheng’s family is into investnts, but they’re different from Li Xiang’s.
Li Xiang mainly makes money through insider trading, whereas Zhang Jiacheng’s family focuses on investing in companies with IPO potential.
For instance, if they think Company A has the potential to go public, they invest heavily, injecting as much capital as possible in exchange for shares.
After Company A has been listed for three years, they then drive up the stock price and cash out.
They operate in such a way, completing an investnt cycle within 3-5 years, typically earning 5-10 tis the return.
This approach really tests the team’s vision. If they make the wrong call on a company, it’s usually very hard to recover the invested money.
But because the investnt cycle is too long and they don’t have much capital themselves, their total assets haven’t reached a hundred billion, even though the return rate is high.
Five years ago, Zhang Jiacheng went to MIT to pursue an MBA. After graduating, he honed his skills on Wall Street for two years, and now he’s back to make his mark.
Chen Lijun asked the waiter to take Yang Chen and Wang Qian Ni to a private room first, while he went with Wang Zijun to greet Zhang Jiacheng.
After all, he used to be the big brother.
Chen Lijun: "Brother Cheng, when did you get back?"
Wang Zijun: "Brother Cheng, it’s been a long ti."
Zhang Jiacheng: "Oh, you two. Damn, long ti no see. Haha..."
Zhang Jiacheng opened his arms and hugged Chen Lijun and Wang Zijun, really projecting a big brotherly aura.
Just then, a waiter said, "Mr. Zhang, the remaining 100 pounds of tuna is what’s been reserved by Mr. Chen here. You can discuss with him. If he’s willing to share so with you, we can give it to you. If he’s not willing, we certainly can’t give it to you."
Zhang Jiacheng burst out laughing and said, "Isn’t this a coincidence? Brother, I’m entertaining important guests. How about giving 80 pounds out of those 100? No problem, right?"
Chen Lijun replied with a troubled look, "It’s not that I’m not giving you face, Brother Cheng. I’m also hosting a VIP. Also, I told him in advance that today’s a full fish feast. If I give you 80 pounds, we won’t have enough for the full fish feast, and I can’t account for that in front of him. Brother Cheng, please don’t put in this difficult position, okay?"
Zhang Jiacheng nodded smiling, then his smile slowly faded, and he calmly asked, "Then how much can you give ?"
Chen Lijun thought, since they were having a full fish feast, at least 20 pounds should be reserved for each person. Whether they finish it or not is secondary; the key is to have enough, and he also needed to pack so for Yang Chen to take ho.
So, he said, "I’ll leave 20 pounds for Brother Cheng. You can complent it with other dishes, and that should be enough. We’re having a full fish feast, so we can’t pair it with other items. We must reserve enough fish at."
Zhang Jiacheng’s face instantly soured, pulling his hand back.
Wang Zijun hurriedly tried to diate, "How many friends does Brother Cheng have here?"
Zhang Jiacheng: "About 20. Do you think 20 pounds is enough? One pound per person, who will it satisfy? Chen Lijun, this guest matters a lot to . It’s my first business transaction since returning; how about helping out by giving 80 pounds, and you keep 20? I’ll rember this favor. Deal?"
Wang Zijun couldn’t say anything; with 20 people to treat well, they did indeed need a substantial amount of fish.
Chen Lijun felt very conflicted. If he hadn’t told Yang Chen ahead of ti that they’d have a full fish feast, he could have shared more with Zhang Jiacheng without worry. But since he did tell Yang Chen about the feast, he was worried about upsetting him if it didn’t happen.
Although Chen Lijun didn’t want to offend Zhang Jiacheng, he dared not make Yang Chen unhappy even more.
At this mont, Yang Chen walked over.
"What’s going on? No more dishes?" Yang Chen asked.
Chen Lijun quickly replied, "Brother Chen. No problem with the dishes, I reserved them in advance, there will definitely be dishes. Let introduce you, this is Zhang Jiacheng, he used to hang out with Brother Jun and a lot. Brother Cheng, this is my guest, Yang Chen, Brother Chen."
Zhang Jiacheng smiled and shook hands with Yang Chen, saying, "Brother Chen, hello. Brother Chen, you’re quite handso. May I know where you work?"
Yang Chen smiled back, "Hello, Brother Cheng. I’m a ride-hailing driver; can’t say it’s any high position."
Yang Chen thought about ntioning his ventures, but it didn’t seem appropriate. Who goes around talking about their assets upfront?
Yet without revealing his ventures, Yang Chen worried Zhang Jiacheng might look down on him and cause trouble for a re ride-hailing driver.
Damn, what a headache.
Zhang Jiacheng looked puzzled at Chen Lijun, thinking this guy must be crazy to treat a ride-hailing driver as a VIP.
At this point, Zhang Hai quietly whispered to Zhang Jiacheng, "Brother Cheng, I found out he’s only tuning cars for Chen Lijun, nothing special between them."
Zhang Jiacheng smiled and nodded, a look of realization on his face.
Since he’s just a ride-hailing driver with no strong ties to Chen Lijun, he can be ignored.
Zhang Jiacheng smiled at Yang Chen and said, "Brother Chen, I have 20 friends here who want to eat tuna. But this place only has the 100 pounds Chen Lijun reserved. Would you be able to let have the fish and eat sothing else? I’d appreciate it if you could help out."
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