When Wang Congcong said he was throwing in a hundred million, Jiang Cheng stayed perfectly calm, expression unreadable.
After all, a hundred million no longer made the slightest ripple in his life.
His balance had already hit 1.4 billion.
These days, only one thing could still make his heart race; the shock of a hundred million in cash couldn't turn him purple with excitement the way it once had.
Qi Yuan, sitting nearby, was far from composed; he shot to his feet with a swish.
"You've got 1.4 billion and you're putting in a hundred million, while I'm stuck at seven hundred thousand? No way—I've got to scare up more cash. Brother Jiang, can you give me a little time? I'll raise some funds right now," Qi Yuan said, agitated.
Jiang Cheng waved for him to sit. "Don't panic. How about I shift some money over to you first?"
Qi Yuan shook his head instantly. "No can do. You already told me about this rare opportunity; if I take your money to make money, that's just wrong. I'll figure it out myself."
"I could lend you some. After I pull out a hundred million, I'll still have a bit left," Wang Congcong added.
Wang Congcong was telling the truth—his father had given him five hundred million to invest.
But the money wasn't handed over all at once; it arrived in batches.
A big chunk of it had already gone into the company and other operations.
Right now his account really didn't hold that much cash; if he didn't trust Jiang Cheng, he wouldn't have casually tossed out a hundred million.
The stock market, after all, is risky; you think twice before buying in.
"Keep your cash. Don't worry—for my porsche 911 I'd beg every relative and friend if I had to. I can handle it," Qi Yuan declared, full of confidence.
Jiang Cheng smiled. "No rush. You've still got time; if you really want in, decide by the morning after tomorrow."
Wang Congcong clapped Jiang Cheng's shoulder. "That's settled, then. Investing is my own decision—whatever happens, I won't blame anyone. Send me the account details later and I'll have the money wired over."
Jiang Cheng nodded. "Sure. When we actually move, I'll show you the detailed plan."
"Then I'll wait and see. Thanks in advance," Wang Congcong said gratefully, patting Jiang Cheng's shoulder again.
Seeing Wang Congcong thank him so early, Jiang Cheng chuckled and waved it off. "We don't know the outcome yet. My offer stands—invest or not, just don't let it affect our friendship."
Only Jiang Cheng knew for certain nothing would go wrong; the others had no idea the system existed, so to them the venture still carried risk.
That the two of them were willing to commit money so quickly wasn't easy.
It was a gamble within their relationships; entrusting their funds to Jiang Cheng showed, in a roundabout way, how much they trusted him.
The three sipped tea while chatting about the day's stock-market situation.
Soon the inspection of the porsche track was finished.
Racing is extremely dangerous, so staff always check the circuit thoroughly before opening it.
Under the female instructor's guidance, Qiao Yinyin had already completed a series of trial runs.
She hurried over, eyes sparkling. "I just tried the cayenne's hill-climb—it was terrifying! I never imagined it could crawl over such huge rocks; the ground clearance is amazing."
Seeing her excitement, Jiang Cheng smiled. "Should I buy you one?"
He had just received five mid-tier shopping rebate cards, each with a two-million cap.
A cayenne or a 718 would be no problem—even a 911 could be arranged.
And he'd still likely pocket tens of millions in rebates—how sweet was that?
Qiao Yinyin hesitated, tempted, then shook her head. "No need. If I want one I can buy it myself; the tips you gave me before are more than enough. I'll think it over. If I do, I'll go for a 718—the base model is around five hundred thousand, and with options it should stay under a million. But let's wait and see."
"The 718's fine, but the convertible isn't practical. Go for a 911 or a Panamera—those suit a girl better," Jiang Cheng suggested.
Qiao Yinyin wavered. "I was just talking. Cars are expensive; I need to think. These days ride-hailing is pretty convenient."
Jiang Cheng knew she couldn't bear to splurge; the furnishings in her rental place showed she wasn't a big spender.