"Well, I just contacted Brother Qin as per your request, and he said we can et tomorrow evening."
Xia Siyu showed no expression, as if she hadn’t heard, and walked straight past her towards the car. After she got in, Wei Jingjing was still standing outside, bewildered as if unsure what to do. Xia Siyu frowned, "Just et up, it’s not like it’ll cost you an arm."
Wasn’t she the one who was in a rush just now, urging her to quickly arrange the eting? Why is she acting so indifferent now?
She looked at Bo Yan; Bo Yan gave a helpless smile, then attempted to get in the back seat. Unexpectedly, Xia Siyu quickly shut the car door and said, "Hurry up, I want to go ho early and rest."
Just get going, why leave Bo Yan outside?
Bo Yan ca in Song Fengzhi’s car, but Song Fengzhi had already driven off. They were supposed to leave together. Bo Yan wasn’t upset; he walked around and opened the other car door. This ti, Xia Siyu didn’t stop him, though her brows furrowed tightly.
Wei Jingjing sat in the front passenger seat, keeping a distance from the low-pressure zone in the back to avoid any fallout. Xia Siyu used to frequently be in such a low-pressure state, and Wei Jingjing often danced on her minefield, so she was accustod to her unpredictability. But after Xia Siyu beca independent from Huixing, she seed to have matured and beca much steadier. In the past two years, she rarely had those volatile monts.
From past experience, staying away from Xia Siyu at tis like this was best. She’s like a porcupine; no matter what you do, she’d be unhappy, always holding in her anger until she finally releases it.
Through the rearview mirror, Wei Jingjing watched the couple, feeling a bit sympathetic. She used to be the target of Xia Siyu’s venting. Ever since Bo Yan ca along, all the focus shifted to him. When Qin Baizhou contacted her earlier, he ntioned the acting requirents of the shoot over there. Since she’s playing a multi-faceted spy, it needs to be more passionate and open, and he worried Xia Siyu might mind. But Bo Yan seed very supportive of her work. Who knows what went wrong in her mind? She was eager to go to Los Angeles imdiately, and now she’s upset. Was it sothing Brother Qin did over there that displeased her?
Wei Jingjing didn’t say anything, and the car reached Qingcheng Apartnts. Upon reaching the parking garage, the car hadn’t even co to a complete stop when Xia Siyu opened the door and got out coldly. Bo Yan followed her out, and Wei Jingjing called out, "I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon."
Xia Siyu didn’t respond and walked alone to the elevator, pressing the button and waiting solemnly by the side.
Bo Yan followed, glancing at the back of Xia Siyu’s head without saying a word. The elevator arrived shortly, and they entered one after the other. Standing in opposite corners of the elevator, neither spoke a word. Upon reaching their floor, Xia Siyu stord ahead, entering the apartnt and kicking off her shoes as soon as she got in. Her high heels flew across the room. She didn’t even bother with slippers and stord into the house. Bo Yan was right behind her, just finishing tidying her shoes, when the bedroom door slamd shut with a loud bang, as if she used all her strength.
Bo Yan touched his nose, aware of Xia Siyu’s low mood, and learned to steer clear. Approaching her now would be inviting trouble. If he didn’t have work commitnts in the next few days, getting into a spat with her and letting her scratch him a bit wouldn’t be an issue. But given his workload, he couldn’t indulge Xia Siyu’s tantrum.
Honestly, he felt a bit regretful. With the success of "Sunrise," he had elevated Xia Siyu to a new level. Although their performances complented each other, in the movie, Xia Siyu’s brilliance completely overshadowed him and the other actors.
But fortunately, he was the director.
As a first-ti director, he faced critiques in serious publications for "lacking innovation," having "low artistic value," and being "overly entertaining." Nevertheless, the film’s quality was evident, and the box office was decent. With the movie done showing, it was ti to calculate the earnings. After recouping costs, the remaining profits would be divided. Apart from the company’s investnt returns, he didn’t take any personal fees, choosing instead to reinvest his pay to share in the box office receipts, hoping to make a bit more eventually.
The company’s finance departnt handles these cash flows, so he doesn’t need to worry about it. Besides this, Xia Siyu’s mother’s TV series, though not directed by him, is also a company investnt, and he must oversee it. Similarly, there are scripts to consider, business deals, and so investors are impressed with his directing skills, wanting to collaborate further.
Most importantly, he genuinely hopes to secure a substantial amount of money soon.
He plans to short-sell Bosch Corporation.
To outsiders, Bosch Corporation seems to be thriving, expanding under the ambitious leadership of Bo Qiliu and Bo Yi. However, these two aren’t fools. Their expansion and supply-chain extension are strategic, aid at securing a second round of financing.
Listed on the U.S. stock market, Bosch Corporation’s heavily manipulated dostic market has led to an impressive financial report for the new quarter and a successful second-round financing, causing their stock price to soar.
Yet, Bo Yan understands Bosch Corporation too well. Although they’ve secured a second round of financing, their rapid expansion thod won’t last long. If the cash flow breaks, the company would face dire consequences.
The U.S. stock market allows for short-selling. Currently, Bosch’s stock is rising rapidly. Should anyone burst this bubble, it will plumt. Short-selling is essentially betting on its failure.
When it cos to making money, Bo Yan is quite ruthless.
If Bosch is in its current state and his uncle and cousin manage to keep financing and capturing the market, turning Bosch’s fate around, he’d admit defeat wholeheartedly. Not only that, but he’d sincerely wish Bosch well.
But if Bosch’s bubble bursts, then sorry, as it collapses, he wouldn’t waste his resources trying to stop the inevitable with futile efforts; he would be among the first to cash in. After all, if soone’s going to make money, it’s better he does. The profit he earns would go towards making films expressing his own visions.
Short-selling in the U.S. stock market involves significant sums, even billions could be trivial. His only strategy is to sense the trends early and position himself ahead of ti.
However, seeing Xia Sicai returning to cry about the situation, he had a hunch: the ti was near.
Engulfed in nurous tasks, he truly had no energy left to deal with Xia Siyu’s tantrums. After handling official business, he deliberated and decided to enter the bedroom to rest.
As he pushed the door open, he noticed Xia Siyu hadn’t slept, lying with her back to the door playing on her phone.
Not lingering long, Bo Yan headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
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