Qi Yuan burst out laughing. He pointed at the group, shook his head, and said, "Why do you guys insist on poking the bear? Look at you now—face-slapped, right?"
After that, Qi Yuan turned to Jiang Cheng with a grin. "Frankfurt just opened, and Conglomerate's share price has already dropped to €140."
Jiang Cheng nodded, composed. "From the books: thirty billion yesterday, same again today, then we start closing positions tomorrow. If this play lands, the profit should be handsome."
Hearing this, the others' eyes went wide, faces lit with surprise and excitement.
"Holy crap—jackpot! We're rolling in it!"
"A hundred million really doesn't feel hard anymore. Stick with Brother Cheng and you can't go wrong."
"I'm calling a whole squad of Girls tonight—time to celebrate big."
Once the chatter died down, Wang Congcong suddenly looked at Qin Fen, smirking. "Old Qin, looks like your child-support fund just got covered."
Wang Zheng laughed along. "Spot on, Brother Wang. Enough for formula powder in one shot. Lucky you, riding this wave."
Qin Fen's face soured. "Cut it out, you two. I'm miserable enough without the teasing. This support thing is giving me ulcers."
Jiang Cheng caught on instantly. The rumored nine-hundred-million payout had piqued his curiosity—an eye-watering figure.
He asked, "How much is she asking? The internet says nine hundred million—true?"
Qin Fen frowned. "She didn't name a number at first; she wanted joint custody. I said no, so she joked—nine hundred million to buy her out."
Even though he'd heard it before, Wang Congcong still bristled.
"Delusional! Treating nine hundred million like cabbage? Keep dreaming—pure fantasy."
Jiang Cheng couldn't resist. "Nine hundred million is a nice round sum. You accepted?"
Qin Fen waved his hands frantically. "No way! Where would I get that kind of cash? If Old Jiang hadn't let me clip these coupons, my few hundred million in liquidity wouldn't cover it."
Jiang Cheng looked ready to fan the flames. "But you've got it now. Once the books are settled you'll have two billion in cash. Your kid hits the planet with a nine-hundred-million head start—talk about a turbo-charged life."
Chen Hao chimed in, laughing. "Fatherhood's tough, Brother Qin—bills arrive before the baby."
Qin Fen's face crumpled further. "Stop gloating, all of you. Learn from me: no accidents. Play safe—wrap it up."
Wang Congconf fired back, "Spare us. We're not like you, Mr. scumbag—knock her up, skip the follow-up, leave her on her own. Pathetic excuse for a scumbag."
That nearly made Jiang Cheng retort: You're both cut from the same cloth; in a few years a daughter will blindside you.
He swallowed the words just as Qin Fen complained, "Hey, wrong target. The biggest scumbag here is Brother Cheng. With all those sisters-in-law, young and vigorous, be careful nothing backfires."