After discussing serious matters, Dan Zihao continued to dutifully keep them company, not daring to show the slightest desire to leave.
In fact, he couldn’t leave the hall—everyone was guarding against it.
It didn’t take long before Wang Xiaotian, after so feigned reluctance from Dan Zihao, pulled him to the table, and they began to play together.
Fang Tongzhi and Ma Lian were both sowhat restless.
They had originally wanted to help Han Lie handle a "big matter," but hadn’t quite succeeded.
Han Lie appreciated the sentint but didn’t fully accept it. It was like having ticulously prepared everything for a delicate operation, only to be stuck at the final step—unable to advance, yet unwilling to retreat, leaving them utterly frustrated and on edge.
Ma Lian even tried to forcefully steer the conversation back on topic, jokingly asking, "God Lie, I heard the stock market isn’t doing well. How do you make money?"
Han Lie calmly shook his head. "Just competitions, not to be taken seriously."
He simply didn’t give them any chance at all.
In the end, Fang Tongzhi had to set aside his concerns and made a deal with Han Lie to go out and have fun tomorrow—Han Lie had to co.
"Okay, I’ll definitely be there."
Brother Lie nodded with a smile.
This was like training a hawk—you have to endure, but also feed them—you have to let them see hope.
If they endured to the end, Han Lie would definitely take them out to play, provided they brought sothing of value.
So it wasn’t ti yet.
Fang Tongzhi was quite smart, possessing cunning, emotional intelligence, a good background, and a favorable upbringing, marking him as an elite in the making. His only issue was his youth.
Not truly understanding this society, Fang Tongzhi oversimplified the concept of making money.
In fact, all these second-generation rich kids were the sa, severely lacking reverence for "reality."
What is reality?
It’s the aftermath of the 2008 global monetary easing, with vastly inflated existing currency and the issuance of new currency far outpacing its absorption.
As a result, money kept increasing, but profitable projects beca scarcer.
Funds with nowhere to go bounced around the world. On one hand, this drove US stocks ever upward; on the other, it pushed up commodity prices. While it looked thriving on the surface, this activity was actually gradually depleting the economic potential of European countries and destroying the productivity of mainstream developed nations.
Thus, the increasingly severe European debt crisis laid significant hidden perils for over a decade of chaos to co.
Dostically, volatile funds were more aggressively guided, promoting comprehensive and massive developnt of the social economy. However, a large amount of hot money still uncontrollably poured into the stock and housing markets.
The state’s tily intervention with multiple controls avoided worse outcos and ensured the basic livelihood of ordinary people, yet it also kept capital restless.
Why did Da Ma suddenly start "going crazy" later on?
It wasn’t entirely due to arrogance; it was more about the instinctual struggle of a cornered beast.
From a higher dinsion and a broader tiline, looking ahead, for the next fifteen years, all large capital would face the conundrum of too much money, difficulty in earning profits, and the impossibility of outpacing inflation.
When "consumption downgrading" started being acknowledged, Pinduoduo had already beco a behemoth, catching everyone off guard.
Returning to the current mont, the question is: Is money easy to make now?
Heh, just this year, Chinese aunties snapped up over a hundred billion worth of Gold worldwide.
With the aunties’ spare cash going wild, what about the truly large capital?
Such is the tide of the tis, inescapable for anyone.
From now until the bull market truly materializes, dostic hot money is frantically running wild—even the bull market itself is created by hot money.
Leveraged bull, leveraged bull—where does the money for the crazy leveraging of stock investors co from?
Go check it out; you’re sure to be startled.
So, from Han Lie’s perspective, until next September, everyone else would be seeking him out.
The ti window isn’t wide, so he has to rake in as much benefit as he can.
There’s plenty of money out there.
You wouldn’t find twenty people in the entire country capable of controlling a capital base of over a billion and consistently securing high-yield profits.
Here, "high yield" simply refers to maintaining an annualized 10% for many years.
So what’s really more valuable?
Fang Tongzhi actually thought he could get onto Han Lie’s train just by relying on a bit of personal connection. What wishful thinking—like a toad lusting after a swan’s flesh!
Han Lie didn’t plan to directly remind him. There’s no fun in that.
Let them stew for a while; a clever person will figure it out themselves.
"Gentlen, I’m taking off. Have fun playing," Han Lie said, waving his hand and, once again, departing without leaving a trace.
Once he left the small hall, the girls had already finished that golden bottle of Parisian Flower, chatting away animatedly.
Upon seeing Han Lie, they all scrambled to their feet.
"Did you enjoy the drinks?"
Brother Lie asked them with a smile, taking a careful look at Huo Xiaoyu and that stunning, feisty beauty.
"It was fabulous!"
"Thank you, Brother Lie, it really was delicious!"
"Brother Lie, don’t be in such a hurry to leave. Can we keep you company and play a ga or two?"
Wow, they sure can talk!
Listen to that, "we’ll keep you company"... Who wouldn’t be flattered?
Han Lie felt a slight surge of elation but didn’t linger.
Just a bunch of eighty-sothing-point girls. It’s not like I’m lacking options; not worth my ti.
"I have things to do, maybe next ti. You all continue playing. Xiaoyu, call Nata for ."
The suite’s housekeeper, Nata, appeared quickly. Han Lie pointed to the two large boxes at the door and instructed, "Get two people to help carry these to my car."
The girls were all curious about what was inside the boxes, but from the outside, there was no clue.
But no one dared to ask.
Han Lie glanced back at the chattering young won and then asked, "I’m covering all the drinks in the room today. Do you still have that Parisian Flower Rosé Champagne 2004 in stock?"
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