Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Uh, a drop of kindness is repaid by a spring?" Mike was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, our Chinese idioms are profound and profound!" Yan Xiong said, "The meaning is also very simple, but before you report back to me, Mr. Du also told me one thing."

"What's going on?" Mike asked curiously.

Yan Xiong smiled and magically took out a teacup from behind him, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Michael Jackson: "Mr. Du asked me to ask you, what did you do with the six hundred thousand US dollars?"

"What to do?" Mike shook his head and told the truth: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Yan Xiong nodded, "Then now you can think about it, what exactly do you want to do? Deposit in the bank? Give it to your parents and brothers?"

Mike smiled bitterly and said: "You also saw just now that my father and my brothers... don't talk about it!"

"Then you won't give it to them! Deposit it in the bank?" Yan Xiong's eyes flickered.

"Maybe." Mike took a sip of tea.

Yan Xiong said calmly: "Depositing in a bank is indeed very safe, but how much money can you make from interest?"

Mike smiled, "I'm a poor person. I'm used to living a hard life. It's good to have money in the bank. Maybe I'll buy a house, a guitar, a car, or some things I wanted but didn't dare to ask for!"

"That's uncontrolled consumption!" Yan Xiong also took a sip of tea and looked at Mike, "Sooner or later you will spend all your money on this kind of consumption. Then, what are you going to do?"

"I, I don't know." Mike hesitated and said.

"Don't know?" Yan Xiong smiled, "Sure enough, it's the same as Mr. Du's guess."

"What did Mr. Du guess? What did he say?" Mike was even more curious.

"He said that you either don't know how to spend money now, or you spend money like crazy and without restraint! The future will not be good for you."

These words repeated by Yan Xiong were all inspired by Du Yongxiao's thoughts.

In his last life, as the world-famous King of Pop, Michael Jackson's name was known to everyone.

However, he made a lot of money and spent a lot of money. The private fairy tale castle he built alone cost billions of dollars, as well as the expenses required for his daily luxurious life. So much so that in his later years, Mike was unable to make ends meet and owed a lot to banks and record companies. For money, he had to support his sick body to hold concerts all over the world. In the end, he died due to injection of drugs.

After listening to Yan Xiong's words, Mike suddenly felt that Mr. Du seemed to understand him very well.

When he suddenly got 600,000 US dollars just now, he did have these two thoughts, especially the crazy consumption and buying luxury items that prevailed.

"Mr. Yan, please teach me! What should I do?" Mike humbly asked for advice.

"I didn't teach you, it was Mr. Du who taught you! It was Mr. Du who gave you a chance!" Yan Xiong said with a smile, "Mr. Du asked me to tell you, take the money and buy stocks!"

"Ah, buying stocks?" Michael Jackson was stunned again and looked at Yan Xiong with wide eyes. "Did I hear correctly?"

"You heard it right. Mr. Du did ask me to tell you this." Yan Xiong put down his teacup, looked at Mike and said, "He said that no amount of money is enough for anyone to squander, and the best way is to make money with money. , and in the United States, the best way to make money is to buy stocks! And--"

Yan Xiong paused: "Mr. Du also asked me to give you a bright idea, use all the money to buy Coca-Cola!"

puff!

Michael Jackson, who was drinking tea, almost spat out and looked at Yan Xiong with wide eyes: "Ahem, what? Coca-Cola?"

Although Mike has never bought stocks before or paid attention to the stock market, as an American, things on Wall Street are reported in newspapers and televisions all day long, so he still knows something.

In particular, Coca-Cola has been in a lot of trouble recently due to the "caffeine" incident; and some experts have found through research that in addition to being addictive, Coca-Cola also has an impact on adolescent development, especially in terms of osteoporosis -

Now Du Yongxiao actually asked him to spend all 600,000 to buy this stock.

Yan Xiong looked at Mike with a stunned look on his face, shrugged and said, "Okay, I've got the message! I know what you're thinking now, but the thoughts of rich people are always contrary to ordinary people! After all, this world is 100% Twenty people dominate!"

"Finished!" Yan Xiong stood up and made a sign to see off the guests, "You can decide on your own!"

"Yes, Mr. Yan!" Mike put down his tea cup, stood up, thanked Yan Xiong, then turned around and prepared to leave——

"Wait!" Yan Xiong suddenly called him from behind.

Mike came back to his senses: "Mr. Yan, what else do you want?"

Yan Xiong said: "Since you have joined our PolyGram record company, we have to think about your future. We hire the best lyricists to help you write songs, and you must be prepared yourself."

"Yes, Mr. Yan! I will definitely work hard!" Mike said, clenching his fists.

"Well, that's good! Don't live up to Mr. Du's expectations of you!" Yan Xiong nodded and made the farewell gesture again.

Mike turned and left.

Yan Xiong sat down, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He suddenly thought of something: "Is this Coca-Cola really going to explode? My godfather won't frame this black guy, right? If it's true, isn't that... an opportunity?"

Yan Xiong rolled his eyes and immediately became excited. He picked up the phone and called HSBC to ask how much money he had left in his account.

When he learned that there was almost 50 million Hong Kong dollars, Yan Xiong hesitated for a moment. Should he bet all of it and buy Coca-Cola stocks, or should he be more cautious and buy some and less?

Six hundred thousand US dollars is almost more than four million Hong Kong dollars. How about I buy five million Hong Kong dollars?

Thinking of this, Yan Xiong took a deep breath: "It's best to play slowly and steadily! Yes, what if we lose money?"

Immediately, Yan Xiong called and told Shen Bi, the boss of HSBC Bank: "Please, help me transfer five million! Yes, I need it urgently! Well, thank you! Is it a regular deposit? What's left? No more interest!”

Shen Bi was obviously a little stunned on the phone.

Yan Xiong has been very cautious in doing things since his home was "ransacked", and he especially likes to save money instead of investing it.

This time there was something unexpected.

Although Yan Xiong didn't directly say what he was investing in, Shen Bi also guessed that Bajiu was stocks, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a hurry to transfer money.

Shen Bi wanted to remind Yan Xiong that "the stock market is risky and investment needs to be cautious." After thinking about it, he decided to shut up.

The conversation with Shen Bi on the phone was almost complete before Yan Xiong hung up the phone.

Shen Bi is now Du Yongxiao's "royal" financial manager, so many people under Du Yongxiao like to ask Shen Bi for help when they have something to do.

"Tuk tuk tuk!" Yan Xiong tapped his fingers on the table. "Don't be a pity about the interest. After all, there are tens of thousands! Hey! I hope this bet is right! If you buy Coca-Cola for five million, don't let a thunderstorm happen!"