Volume 1: From Poverty to Wealth Chapter 115: One on Flat Ground and One in Heaven

  Tan's cuisine has always been the highest representative of Chinese banquets. Among them, the braised fish fin with yellow sauce is renowned throughout China. Today, Wang Zhi Bai did not host a banquet at his own Tianxia Fangcun, but instead invited Mao to a private dinner at the top-rated restaurant in Beijing, showing great sincerity.

  Mao was somewhat nervous as he was pulled by the hand by Wang Zhibai. In his heart, he secretly thought: Wang Zhibai is also a hero in the capital city. Before even sitting down, he bluntly asked to divide the warehouse. It's really a bit unreasonable!

  Mao also heard that Guo Ning had mentioned Wang Zhibai before, and knew that he was a big shot in the mortal world with an unfathomable background. Naturally, Mao didn't dare to offend Wang Zhibai, and instead smiled and introduced: "This is our Anhua Fund's new star fund manager, Fan Feng!"

  Wang Zhibai casually reached out and lightly touched Fan Feng's hand, saying softly "hello". That was a greeting.

  Guo Ning saw the atmosphere was a bit cold, and hastily invited: "Come on, General Manager Wang, please take your seat. General Manager Mao, Manager Fan, you two also sit down!" While speaking, Guo Ning hurriedly walked to the edge of the dinner table, pulled the main seat back a bit, and invited Wang Zhi Bai to sit down. Only then did he invite General Manager Mao to take his seat.

  Guo Ning poured tea for the three of them. Just then, he walked to the door of the private room and shouted at the waiter: "Little sister! Bring the dishes!" The waiter smiled and nodded at Guo Ning, indicating that she would come right away!

  Guo Ning then gently closed the door of the private room and walked back.

  Only to see Wang Zhibai was chatting with Mao Zong about something. Hurriedly pricked up his ears, Wang Zhibai said: "Mao Zong, your Huaxia Fund has made a great achievement this year! The first index fund is launched by your company. If the market really rises, your returns will double!"

  Mao Zong smiled and said: "This product was designed by Fan Feng, let Fan Feng tell you about it!" Wang Zhi Bai quickly nodded and said: "I still need Manager Fan to enlighten me. What is the principle of this index fund?"

  Fan Feng hastily said: "Actually, the principle is very simple. It's just buying all 180 varieties of Shanghai and Shenzhen into an asset package that is closely linked to the index with an error of no more than four thousandths."

  Wang Zhibai nodded and said with a smile: "I'm not very interested in indexes. But I heard from Guo Ning that you opened several accounts at Zhao Cai Securities, do you have some good varieties in your hands? Share a few points of position with your brother!"

  The words had barely fallen when the waiter pushed the door and walked in. Steamed fish with scallions, steamed stone perch. Scallion-burned deer tendon. Several big dishes were served one after another.

  The waiter brought up the dishes. Guo Ning also hurriedly took out Maotai from the dining car, poured the wine into crystal clear decanters, and then hastily filled the glasses for Wang Zhibai and Mao Zong, as well as Fan Feng.

  Just now when Wang Zhibai was speaking, Chairman Mao was actually not very happy in his heart. Usually, the institutions that come to him for division are not good at eating and drinking well, and only after a good sauna, they talk about these problems with him. Only Wang Zhibai came up and directly expressed his desire to share a cup of soup.

  Wang Zhibai wants to make money. So domineering! Also, he doesn't take himself seriously enough! Mao Zong is somewhat dissatisfied in his heart.

  Ma saw the waiter finish serving the dishes and leave. He then turned to Wang Zhibai and said, "Wang, we're now just playing with index funds! We haven't actually operated any varieties. Opening accounts for Guo Ning and others is also because Cai Fortune Securities helped us sell a lot of index funds, putting our money in Cai Fortune Securities to operate. It's all as expected. After all, when signing the contract, it was stipulated that they would help us sell a certain amount of funds, and we would open accounts at their company in proportion!"

  Mao finished speaking, smiled lightly for two sentences. He casually picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised abalone and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes to savor the flavor.

  Guo Ning secretly let out a sigh. He felt that acting as an intermediary for Wang Zhi Bai was also quite embarrassing. Guo Ning gritted his teeth and smiled, saying: "Don't just chat! Come on, Director Wang, have some food! Manager Fan, try the venison dish from the Beijing restaurant, see if it's to your taste."

  Wang Zhibai took a sip of fish, put down his chopsticks and picked up the wine cup. He made a toast to Mao with a slight gesture and said softly: "Come on, Director Mao, let me offer you a cup!"

  Mao hurriedly bowed his head and said: "Thank you, Wang!" A mouthful of Maotai was gulped down.

  Wang Zhibai couldn't understand Chairman Mao's thoughts. He pretended to be strong and wanted to suppress the momentum of these fund managers. Wang Zhibai thought with some discomfort: Although he was a businessman, he was also someone who could reach the heavens, and it was already an act of great kindness for him to humble himself and invite Chairman Mao and these fund managers to dinner.

  Wang Zhibai took a light sip of wine and said calmly, "The market is really sluggish now! Chairman Mao's days aren't easy either!" Chairman Mao looked at Wang Zhibai helplessly.

  "Just listen to Wang Zhi, and he continued: 'If there's anything that can be operated in Chairman Mao's hands, allocate some warehouse positions to Wang Mou, and Wang Mou still has some funds in his hands. Helping Chairman Mao to lift the sedan chair is still very easy!'"

  Fan Feng picked up his wine glass, took a light sip, and saw Wang Zhibai still pretending to be a big shot. He slammed the cup heavily on the dinner table and said unpleasantly: "Director Wang, we also know that you are the boss of a large group, with funds in your hands! You want to suppress the funds in my and Mao Ge's hands, it's simply as easy as turning over your palm."

  Wang Zhibai glanced at Fan Feng with a playful expression, but didn't say anything. He nodded at Fan Feng, indicating for him to continue speaking. Fan Feng continued: "Director Wang, we really don't have the right to allocate shares of our index fund to you. This is a product from our headquarters. If you're interested, we are currently operating a new product with a story and a theme. If you join us, it will definitely drive up the stock price! However, what benefits can you bring to us? After all, everyone is here to make money!"

  Mao looked at Fan Feng with some displeasure. After all, these words should have come from Mao himself. Letting his fund manager say them made Mao feel very embarrassed.

  Guo Ning sat on the side, watching the two groups of people competing with each other while pouring himself a drink. In his heart, he thought: If they reach an agreement, Wang Zhibai's fund custody will definitely fall into his own Cai Securities' pocket. How can I make both parties directly reach a deal?

  Guo Ning furrowed his brow, deep in thought, when Wang Zhi Bai chuckled and said: "I love making friends with people who are quick-witted and fast-talking! Old Mao is really something!" After finishing speaking, he burst out laughing.

  Wang Zhibai's smile left everyone in the room stunned. Fan Feng asked in confusion, "Is President Wang trying to give us more benefits?" Wang Zhibai smiled and said, "As long as it's a good variety, what this variety mainly does is irrelevant. I'm also cooperating with a fund company for the first time. After all, it's a fresh thing in China." Jokingly, he thought for a moment and added, "Of course, the conditions are up to you!"

  Mao and Fan couldn't hide their excitement, exchanging a glance. Mao then said: "I don't know how much position you plan to take, Mr. Wang?"

  Wang Zhibai smiled and stretched out a palm, gesturing to him. Before Mao could speak, Fan Feng said with some dissatisfaction: "Only 500,000? Then, Mr. Wang, you should at least give us 5 million in benefits!"

  Wang Zhibai looked at Fan Feng in shock, shaking his head. Guo Ning said helplessly: "Manager Fan, when has our boss Wang ever made such a low offer? What he means is 50 million!"

  Mao was excited and rushed to Wang Zhibai, saying: "Wang is indeed a big spender! I didn't expect you to be willing to splurge. We've been operating in the aerospace electronics sector, and we've almost collected enough chips. We're going to make a profit of 20-30 million. With your 50 million, I'm confident that we can create more value and split it two or three ways!"

  Wang Zhibai rolled his eyes and said with a sigh, "I didn't say 50 million!" The smile on Fan Feng's face suddenly froze. He muttered to himself, "It's still 50 thousand after all!"

  Wang Zhi furrowed his brow, looking at the pair of fund managers. He had some misgivings in his heart. Could this pair, who had never seen money before, really manage such a large share of public funds?

  He thought for a moment, and Mao stretched out his palm again. Only then did he say: "I'm talking about 500 million!" Guo Ning, who was drinking by himself on the side, suddenly let out a snort. He choked heavily on his wine.

  The smell of Maotai that pungent to the nose, that's what it's called unbearable. Originally, the high-end Maotai with a sauce fragrance has a high degree! Only saw Guo Ning's face turned red and tilted his head. Coughing desperately!

  Ma Zong and Fan Feng stared foolishly at Wang Zhi Bai. They didn't speak for a long time. Wang Zhi Bai couldn't help but look away. He then held up his wine cup and said to Ma Zong, "I don't know if you can spare some warehouse space?"