The rural credit cooperatives, belonging to bank-type financial institutions, can be directly regarded as banks. Securities companies, as anyone who has ever played the stock market knows, are needed to buy stocks. Trusts, which have a broader scope, can be considered as one of the investnt channels besides banks and securities companies, involving things like the private equity funds that Zhong Qiaohui’s grandfather was involved in, which fall under the category of a trust.
Now in the finance market, these three channels intersect, all involving financial products.
So it’s no wonder that Gu’s mom and dad couldn’t understand why Zhang Sanfeng was asking these questions, and then, after Xiaozang took out the company’s business license, Gu’s mom and dad thought that the matter was settled.
Wasn’t it? With the business registration, it had to be legitimate, not falling into the category of illegal fundraising or usury.
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the business registration photocopy that Xiaozang had taken out, glancing at the photocopy papers, his gaze appearing indifferent.
Seeing him silent all this while, Xiaozang suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable nervousness. Subconsciously, he could distinctly feel that the man sitting in the wheelchair was not ordinary.
Just as Xiaozang swallowed nervously, feeling sowhat out of his depth and even starting to have inexplicable second thoughts.
Zhang Sanfeng across from him said, "Well then, I have so spare cash, and I am looking for an investnt channel. No more, no less, about ten million."
Ten million?!
Xiaozang’s mouth gaped open, hardly able to close it. In fact, from his frequent sales runs in rural areas, he knew that the custors he pulled in, the local rural people, didn’t usually have such large amounts of savings for financial managent. Tens of thousands was considered good.
This, ten million, was definitely the biggest client he had encountered in his career so far.
Hiding in the kitchen, Gu’s mom and dad looked at each other, they both knew that their son-in-law’s friend seed wealthy, but they had never imagined he would so generously quote such a figure.
To Zhang Sanfeng, speaking of ten million was as effortless as Gu’s mom picking two pieces of soft tofu at the market for one yuan, without the need to bargain—that’s how easy it sounded. Anyway, Gu’s mom and dad could only stand there, dumbfounded, listening.
"This—" Xiaozang was obviously very nervous as well, his breathing a bit hurried, and his tone unusually careful, a level of caution that seed as if he was holding his heart in his hands.
"Is that a problem?" Zhang Sanfeng’s eyebrows, thin as willow leaves, lightly arched.
"Yes. How could it not be?" Xiaozang said this as if it was a declaration from a warrior coming straight from the depths of his soul, filled with excitent, turning his face tomato red.
Sitting at the round table, drinking water, Xiao Yebai hooked the corner of his mouth.
Undoubtedly, Xiaozang had already convinced himself that the man sitting before him was excessively wealthy, even foolishly so, to the point of being indifferent to money. This belief was certainly not mistaken; looking at this man sitting in the wheelchair, a disabled person, his wealth must have been inherited, signifying a prodigal scion of a wealthy family.
This type of person, Xiaozang had indeed seen before, usually the sons of so business owners. In the local workshops established in rural areas, these business owners could certainly afford ten million.
With this thought, Xiaozang’s logic clicked into place, and he cald down, beginning to prepare the paperwork to sign a contract, asking, "Will you be paying by card or cash? It should be by card, right? Also, do you have your ID with you?"
"Hold on," Zhang Sanfeng said.
Xiaozang glanced at him hesitantly, wondering if he was about to back out.
Little did he know, the man in the wheelchair seed to have so much spare cash that he then threw out another figure, "Ten million in investnt seems too little, how about we increase it to fifty million?"
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