My 1999

After a quick flip through, Nate Liman had a smile on his face.

"Dear King has indeed given us a great gift. I should call him personally to thank him."

The young man nodded in agreement, but a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

The immediate boss is just an ordinary ED within Merrill Lynch who cannot be in an ordinary ED, commonly known as a ‘department manager’. There are thousands of such positions within Merrill Lynch.

As the chairman of CITIC, Wang Jianjun holds a high position of authority.

The gap between the two sides is farther than from Xiangjiang to Beijing. Let alone not knowing the phone number, even if you know how to call, who do you know?

"William, what is Yahoo's stock price now?"

"$462."

"How long until the Nasdaq opens?"

"Nine hours, thirty-six minutes and twenty-seven seconds, BOSS."

"I want you to invest your damn money as soon as the Nasdaq opens."

"Okay, BOSS."

"Remember, it's five times leverage."

William, a thin man, agreed and went out.

Look at the papers on the table.

"Liang Xu, this guy is really a gambler. Even old Charlie wouldn't dare to short the world's number one Internet company at this time. It would be great if there were more gamblers like this."

…

At ten o'clock the next morning, Xu Liang received a call from Jiang Xiaoyang.

"Mr. Xu, you have invested all your money of 550,000 US dollars, with five times leverage, leveraged 2.75 million US dollars, and held a short position of 5,952 shares of Yahoo at a price of 462 US dollars per share."

"Your stop loss line is $554.4 per share. Once this number is exceeded, we will force the position to be liquidated."

"I understand, thank you."

"I'm already looking for the venue you want. I'll let you know as soon as I have news."

After thanking him, Xu Liang hung up the phone.

The forced liquidation line of 554.4 means that Yahoo's market value will reach US$150 billion before his assets will be cleared. Although he can no longer remember the highest market value of Yahoo, it is definitely not that high.

Moreover, you can also cover your position, and the risk of losing money is not high.

"Your coffee, sir."

"Thanks."

Xu Liang drank coffee and waited for a while. A middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket, holding a leather bag in his arm, and wearing the popular parted hair stepped in.

After looking around, he walked straight towards Xu Liang.

"Mr. Xu Liang?"

Xu Liang stood up and asked, "Mr. Zhou Qilin?"

"it's me."

The two shook hands and after they sat down, Xu Liang called the waiter.

"What would you like to drink, Mr. Zhou?"

"A cappuccino."

"Please wait."

The waiter turned and left, and soon brought the coffee.

Xu Liang looked at the man opposite him calmly. In the morning, he went to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to inquire about the procedures for applying for an art training class. It was no different from what he remembered.

School operating license, industrial and commercial license, fire protection approval, tax registration certificate.

The latter three are all easy to obtain, but the ‘school registration certificate’ is difficult to obtain.

The relevant qualifications and academic degree certificates of the founder are required.

If Xu Liang wants to establish an art training class, he must have an art major from a formal art school and a teacher qualification certificate.

Obviously, he couldn't come up with these.

I am unfamiliar with the place and cannot find a collaborator I can trust.

But what’s interesting is that when he was at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, an insider gave him a phone number.

Then he contacted Zhou Qilin in front of him.

"Mr. Xu wants to apply for a business license for an art training class?"

Xu Liang nodded, "Can you guys do it?"

"Can."

I agreed happily.

“But the price is a little higher.”

"How many?"

"One hundred thousand dollars."

Although he expected that the price would not be low, the price of 100,000 yuan still frightened him.

Xu Liang remained calm, "How do I know that what you are applying for is a real certificate?"

"Hehe, we will take you to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau when the time comes and go through the process. If you fail at one point, we won't charge you a penny."

"What about the ordinary company license?" Xu Liang continued.

"Five thousand, five hundred deposit, guaranteed to get the license within three days."

After a brief consideration, Xu Liang asked for a general license.

Even if the other party cheated, he could still afford to lose five hundred yuan.

After finalizing the cooperation, Xu Liang bought a bicycle and started walking around Central America, paying special attention to the corners and telephone poles with small advertisements.

Not to mention, I actually found a few.

However, when he came to discuss cooperation, he was rejected directly.

Fortunately, not everyone rejected him.

…

"Building 9 of Wanghua Road Community should be here."

Xu Liang looked at the Tongzi Tower in front of him and stepped inside.

The light suddenly dimmed, and after my eyes finally adapted, the almost black cement steps extended inside.

The surrounding health conditions are very poor. The walls are covered with dirt and dust. Garbage occasionally appears in the corners. There are many bicycles placed next to the corridor, making the already narrow passage even narrower.

What is even more unbearable is that there are natural gas stoves used for cooking outside some doorways.

The smell of gas, oil smoke, and rotting kitchen waste mingled in the air.

Everything seemed cluttered.

Arriving on the third floor, I quickly found room 305.

On the mottled yellow wooden door, there is a shaky white paper with scrawled writing on it.

"New Dream Studio."

"This name means you have a bright future as soon as you hear it."

Dong Dong Dong….

Xu Liang knocked on the door.

Listening to the sound of footsteps approaching from far away, the door creaked open.

A tall, thin young man with hair like a chicken coop, eyes, and high cheekbones appeared in front of Xu Liang.

Looked up and down.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Are you Teacher Zhao Xing?"

"I am Zhao Xing."

Xu Liang took the initiative to extend his hand and said, "Hello, Teacher Zhao, is it convenient for me to go in and take a look?"

After looking up and down, he saw that he was young and didn't look like a bad person, so he opened the door.

"come in."

After Xu Liang entered, the smell of gouache flooded into his mouth and nose.

After bypassing the bathroom on the left, a 60-square-meter room is in front of you.

The walls are covered with sketches and gouache, and there are some plaster statues and still life sketches in the corners.

A young man wearing a black down jacket sat in the middle, surrounded by six or seven students holding drawing boards and drawing.

Seeing Xu Liang come in, he looked at him secretly.

Xu Liang smiled and they quickly turned their heads away in fright.

To be honest, this is the one with the worst conditions and the fewest students among the several studios he has seen.

But the students here are pretty good.

The gouache and sketches pasted on the wall are somewhat level.

"Teacher Zhao, how about we go out and have a chat?"

Zhao Xing nodded, and the two came to the corridor outside.

"Sir, is it you who wants to study art, or someone in your family?"

"No." Xu Liang shook his head and asked, "I would like to ask, does Mr. Zhao's new dream studio have a formal license?"

"Of course. There is no shortage of school licenses, industrial and commercial licenses, fire protection approvals, and tax registration certificates."

"Can I see it?"

"certainly."

Zhao Xing opened the door next door, and Xu Liang followed him in.

The size is similar to the one next door, but the interior is much neater. Comparing Zhao Xing's sloppy appearance, Xu Liang understood that this guy should have a girlfriend.