roccoschili Chapter 235 Shameless Old Woman
Chapter 235 Shameless Old Woman
Old Huang was clearly dissatisfied with Meng Chuan's perfunctory answer.
But he could also tell that Meng Chuan didn't seem willing to say more.
After a moment's thought, he changed his approach and posed the same question again:
"Meng Chuan, last time you said the stock market was 'overflowing when it's full,' but the current stock market is even stronger than before. Do you still stick to your previous view?"
Looking at Old Huang's serious expression, Meng Chuan smiled bitterly to himself.
It seems that if I don't give him a satisfactory answer today, I'll probably have a hard time getting out of here.
Meng Chuan carefully considered his words before slowly speaking:
"Mr. Huang, I still stand by my previous judgment. Moreover, considering Li Ka-shing's large-scale sell-off, a complete stock market crash is even more inevitable."
Meng Chuan paused, his tone becoming even more serious:
"If we're optimistic, the stock market might hold out until around March next year; but if we're pessimistic, there will be signs of a crash early next year."
"If we don't prepare in advance, we might suffer serious damage."
Meng Chuan's words couldn't be clearer.
However, he is currently in a lowly position and his voice carries little weight, making it impossible for him to directly convey his views to higher levels.
Therefore, he could only secretly make arrangements and wait for the right opportunity.
"Isn't there even the slightest possibility of a roundabout approach?"
Old Huang frowned, clearly uneasy about Meng Chuan's answer.
Meng Chuan shook his head, a hint of helplessness in his voice:
"It's absolutely impossible to completely avoid it. This is an open conspiracy, and it was started many years ago."
Meng Chuan continued to explain:
"The tactics of foreign capital are actually not complicated. Japan was ruthlessly exploited by them several times back then."
"Therefore, even if we see through their methods, we cannot completely avoid them."
"Unless you abandon the economy and don't open the market, opening the market will give foreign capital the opportunity to short sell."
Meng Chuan experienced it firsthand.
To put it more vividly: the stock market is like a field of韭菜 (leeks, a metaphor for being exploited or exploited).
The best way to avoid being harvested is not to plant anything.
Once planted, you naturally hope it will grow as well as possible.
To grow well, chemical fertilizers and pesticides are necessary.
The better they grow, the closer they are to being harvested by the 'fertilizer'.
After listening, Old Huang remained silent for a moment, then summarized for Meng Chuan:
"So, you think that whether Li Ka-shing leaves or not, it won't change the fate of our 'chive garden' being harvested?"
"Yes."
Meng Chuan nodded, his tone firm:
"Li Ka-shing is at most a catalyst; his departure or stay cannot change the final outcome."
"Even if he stays, he might be able to help us fend off the sickle and reduce some of our losses."
"But who will bear the loss? Nobody wants to be cut, so I won't judge whether he's right or wrong."
Meng Chuan's tone was calm and objective.
There was neither blind criticism nor excessive praise.
He knew that countless people on the internet might scorn the Li family's actions in the future, but he chose to remain neutral.
After listening, Old Huang fell silent again.
Old Huang remained silent, and Meng Chuan also kept quiet.
He drank his tea by himself, oblivious to everything else.
This tea is really delicious.
Dean Zuo Silan, who was standing to the side, did not say a word from beginning to end.
But she couldn't put down the teacup in her hand.
While Meng Chuan and Old Huang were talking, she secretly poured two extra cups for Zhi.
“Drink slowly, you’re gulping it down like cows, what a waste.”
When Elder Huang suddenly spoke, Dean Zuo Silan looked embarrassed.
Meng Chuan seemed not to hear, and poured himself another cup.
"Alright, you're still the same as before, always beating around the bush. Talking to you is no fun, you guys go back!"
I don't know if it's because chatting with Meng Chuan is really boring, or if I'm just feeling sorry for my tea.
Suddenly, Huang Lao ordered Meng Chuan and Dean Zuo Silan to leave.
Upon hearing this, Meng Chuan immediately stood up, a smile appearing on his face:
"Alright then, we won't bother you any longer. But Mr. Huang, your tea is really fragrant, please allow me to have some!"
As he spoke, Meng Chuan casually picked up a small bag of tea leaves from the table.
His movements were so natural, as if they were his own.
Old Huang's face stiffened:
"Are you a bandit, kid?"
Old Huang felt a pang of heartache.
But Meng Chuan had already put the tea leaves into his pocket.
"It's just a little tea, don't be so stingy. I'll send you some better tea later."
Meng Chuan chuckled and gave Dean Zuo Silan a wink before turning and quickly leaving the room.
Seeing this, Dean Zuo Silan nodded awkwardly to Elder Huang, and then quickly chased after him.
After the two had walked away, Old Huang muttered under his breath with a pained expression:
"That brat! He's infuriating! That's my Blue Sky Jade Leaf!"
He looked at the empty seat on the table with a pang of heartache.
Those two ounces of top-grade Xinyang Maojian tea were treasures he had kept for a long time.
The next moment, Old Huang remembered and said with annoyance:
"Oh no, I forgot to get an autograph."
Inside the hotel elevator at this moment.
Dean Zuo Silan followed him in and said in a low voice:
"You're incredibly bold! Do you even know what kind of tea that is?"
Meng Chuan looked completely innocent:
"I don't know, but it does taste good."
Dean Zuo Silan glared at him:
"That's Old Master Huang's favorite Xinyang Maojian tea, the top-grade 'Blue Sky Jade Leaf,' which is priceless and unavailable! How dare you take it away like that?"
Meng Chuan shrugged, unconvinced:
"Such a big shot as Old Huang, surely he wouldn't be so petty?"
"It's not a matter of being stingy or not, the problem is you...you have to give me a share!"
As Dean Zuo Silan spoke, she also felt a little embarrassed.
But she had been eyeing Huang Lao's blue sky and jade leaves for a long time.
She didn't have the courage to ask Old Huang for it.
Now that Meng Chuan has taken advantage of the situation, she insists on meeting him and splitting the money in half.
"No way, Dean, if you want it, go ask Elder Huang yourself! I only took this little bit."
Meng Chuan protectively held onto the tea leaves in his pocket.
"Stop talking nonsense! Do you even want to graduate?"
Dean Zuo Silan didn't stand on ceremony and reached out to snatch it directly.
"You...are you going to go this far?"
Meng Chuan compromised and stopped resisting.
Dean Zuo Silan personally took the tea leaves out of his pocket.
It's just tea; I won't drink it.
Graduation is still the most important thing!
However, Meng Chuan's impression of Dean Zuo Silan changed.
The former dean wasn't like this!
"Remember to leave half for me!"
Meng Chuan cried out in mourning.
"Why are you keeping me here? Students should be studying, not drinking tea."
Dean Zuo Silan put the tea leaves into her satchel with satisfaction, speaking in a lecturing tone.
"Dean, you just said you'd split it in half when we meet..."
"What do you mean by 'divide'? Don't come to see me again unless it's absolutely necessary."
Dean Zuo Silan strode out of the elevator and headed towards the hotel entrance.
"Wang Defa?"
Meng Chuan stood blankly in the elevator, watching Dean Zuo Silan's pace quicken.
This was the first time he had ever met such a shameless old woman.
"Pah! What a piece of trash! He has no professional ethics whatsoever. He dares to cheat students out of tea today; he'll dare to steal the country tomorrow..."