Back to 80: My Literary Life

The name of the investment company is "Xijing Investment Co., Ltd.", abbreviated as "Xijing Investment."

Today is the day when the investment company was established.

Fang Minghua did not invite anyone, even Li Li asked for leave to go over and take a look, but was dissuaded by Fang Minghua.

"Focus on your class, I'll just go around."

He did not let the driver drive, and drove the Mercedes-Benz straight to the city alone.

Xijing Fund is located in the financial district of San Francisco, which is called "Wall Street on the West Coast". Like many big cities, the financial district is also a place where new and old buildings blend together. Buildings of different heights and styles merge into an inharmonious beauty.

There are famous financial companies such as Bank of America World Headquarters, Charles Schwab, and Wells Fargo, and Xijing Fund is located on a street called Howard Street in the financial district.

There are no high-rise buildings on this street, all of which are low-rise buildings with five or six floors and old buildings, which look very ordinary. Xijing Investment is in a five-story building in the middle of the street.

There was only a plaque hanging at the entrance of the building, without a red silk cloth, on which were written the words "Xijing Investment Co. Ltd".

There were no flower baskets or long banners at the entrance of the hall, and people were coming in and out, as if nothing had happened.

When Fang Minghua drove to the door, Phillips was already waiting at the entrance of the hall with four people. They were the leadership team of Xijing Fund. The entire company had only more than 50 people, but they were in charge of up to 7.5 billion US dollars in capital.

After a simple handshake, Fang Minghua inspected the building accompanied by everyone, and Phillips whispered about the fund.

Xijing Fund's investments mainly include stocks, bonds, gold, and real estate, which are relatively conservative projects, of which stocks account for the vast majority.

Of course, Fang Minghua asked Phillips to guarantee that he would never be fully invested, and that there must be at least one-third of cash in the account.

The entire building is the office space of Xijing Investment. The exterior of the building looks relatively old, but the interior is newly decorated, with a gray and white color with a sense of technology, full of modern atmosphere.

Accompanied by Phillips, Fang Minghua visited various offices. Employees who came and went were all in suits or gray OL clothes. They all looked at this man with an oriental face with curiosity.

Fang Minghua's own office was on the third floor. It was a room of nearly 80 square meters. There was a large boss desk and chair, on which was an Apple computer. There was also a row of bookshelves in the back, with various books on display. Fang Minghua looked at them curiously.

Most of them were economics, finance and philosophy.

"Das Kapital", "The Wealth of Nations", "Monetary Finance", "Republic", "The Social Contract".

Except for "Republic", Fang Minghua had read "Das Kapital". The rest were only heard but never read, and some were not even heard.

Fang Minghua understood that this was Phillips's way of showing off.

It was unnecessary.

"These books," Fang Minghua glanced at the bookshelf and said to Phillips, "Except for "The Republic" and "Das Kapital", take away all the others and put some literary books. I am just a writer, not a financier, so there is no need to put the books above."

Writer

Phillips couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he heard Fang Minghua position himself like this. With your talent in the field of stock investment, those Wall Street tycoons are ashamed of themselves. They actually say that they are not financiers?

Also, are there any writers worth nearly 10 billion US dollars?

Of course, the boss's instructions must be followed. He immediately called his assistant and went to the bookstore to buy some literary books.

"The more classic, the better!"

Fang Minghua ignored these and continued to visit his office. There was a circle of leather sofas in front of the boss's desk, where small meetings could be held.

There was also a suite inside, which was used for rest.

Fang Minghua turned around and was quite satisfied.

To be honest, he rarely came here, but as the chairman of the investment company and the only director of the board of directors, he still had to have the appearance.

Sitting in the boss chair, Fang Minghua suddenly thought of something and said, "Phillips, go check if there is a Chinese company called Shanda Network that is going to be listed on the Nasdaq?"

"Please wait."

Phillips immediately made a phone call, and soon a female assistant came into the office with a document and handed it to Phillips.

He looked at Fang Minghua and said, "Indeed, Shanda Network is going to go public on the Nasdaq, the stock code is SNDA, the issue price is $11, a total of 13.8 million shares will be issued, and the funds raised will be $151.8 million. Now it has reached the roadshow stage."

"Is the actual controller of the company called Chen Tianqiao?" Fang Minghua asked again.

"Yes, is he your friend?" Phillips was a little curious.

Fang Minghua smiled and did not answer, but said, "Xijing Investment participates in the new share allotment of Shanda Network."

"Ok, how many shares are you going to acquire?" Phillips asked immediately.

"The more the better. If the shares we get from the new offering are not enough, we will buy them in the secondary market." Fang Minghua paused and said, "My goal is to gain control of this company."

Phillips was a little stunned.

The boss and Chen Tianqiao are not friends, but enemies.

He immediately became energetic.

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Forced purchase of the company?

This is exciting.

"Don't worry, I'll go and arrange it right away." Phillips said immediately.

Fang Minghua turned around and then left.

Phillips was in charge of Xijing Investment. After these years of cooperation, Fang Minghua was very satisfied with his work ability and didn't have to worry about the company's daily work.

Quarterly operating conditions would be sent to him regularly by e-mail, and at the end of the year Fang Minghua would also send a third-party accounting firm to the company for financial audits.

Naturally, it was Zhang Qing Accounting Firm.

2003 has passed. Today is New Year's Day, which is also a statutory holiday in the United States. There are snowflakes outside, and Fang Minghua's family did not go out. They all stayed in the warm villa.

Liu Yifei came to San Francisco to play with Fang Rui again, and Liu Xiaoli came with her. The mother and daughter didn't have many relatives and friends in the United States, so they came to San Francisco to celebrate the New Year with Fang Minghua and others.

The two girls were doing something in Fang Rui's bedroom upstairs, while Li Li and Liu Xiaoli were drinking coffee and chatting in the living room on the first floor, while Fang Minghua was teaching his youngest daughter Xinxin to write calligraphy in the study.

When Fang Rui and Fang Le were young, Fang Minghua didn't pay much attention to this matter. They couldn't write calligraphy, and their penmanship was also very average. Now that the youngest daughter has reached the age of writing, Fang Minghua decided to give it a try.

The little girl was also very serious. She followed the posture of holding the brush taught by her father and copied the calligraphy stroke by stroke.

At this time, Fang Minghua's cell phone rang. He picked up the phone when he saw that it was Song Tangtang calling.

"Tangtang, are you still awake so late?" Fang Minghua asked gently.

"Minghua, I thought about it all night and decided to come to the United States and talk to Warner Brothers in person!"