In the evening, Qin Di had a secret conversation with his father.

The next day, Qin Hancheng began to reduce his position and ship.

From this day on, the market entered a period of high volatility, and the momentum of the streak began to slow down.

Two days later, someone was stunned and had to quit the lookout.

Another day, the stock price is slightly lower, and the stock market is even at risk of going downside!

At this time, someone sent a gilded invitation to the Qin family, inviting Qin Hancheng to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel on the Bund for a banquet.

Qin Di withheld the invitation letter and decided to go by himself instead of his father.

On the evening of 12 September, at dusk, the streets were bustling with traffic.

Qin Di appeared at the door of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, and when he looked around, he saw the bright lights in the hotel and the pupils of people.

He walked in and asked the waiter, who said that the guest was in the private room.

Walking a few steps along the wide corridor, he found that outside the door of the innermost private room, there were two men in black clothes, bulging around their waists, as if they were pinned to them.

Qin Di thought to himself: "Is this a Hongmen banquet? Who is so bold and dares to scare my father? Fortunately, I came here in person, if it were my father, I would definitely be bullied." ”

He walked into the private room unhurriedly and saw four people sitting inside, one of them was a golden banyan, wearing a cardigan coat, a pair of cloth shoes under his feet, his face was ruddy, and his sitting posture was slightly restrained; an elderly man was wearing a gray robe with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, which looked quite elegant; the third person was wearing a Mao suit, his eyebrows were like mountains, and he looked very bright; the fourth was the youngest, only in his thirties, but he had a straight figure and a heroic face.

Seeing these people, Qin Di was suddenly shocked in his heart, and thought: "This is the Longtan Tiger's Den! The people here, except for the golden banyan who is a small character, the other three are all big shots! If I kill these people, it will definitely change history!"

He didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly bowed down with a sincere attitude: "My father is unwell and can't attend the banquet. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be an uncle's banquet, and the little nephew was ignorant and arrogant!"

Zhang Jinjiang was about to get up to greet him, but he found that it was a junior, so he sat there and didn't move.

His sharp gaze fell on Qin Di and asked, "Are you Qin Hancheng's son?"

Qin Di nodded: "Kid Qin Di, go to the banquet on behalf of my father, and ask my uncle and all the big guys to forgive my sins." ”

Zhang Jinjiang turned his head to look at the other three, then at Qin Di, and asked in a deep voice, "How much can you do about the Qin family's affairs?"

Qin Di smiled: "Seven or eight points." ”

Zhang Jinjiang nodded slightly and said, "This one is Mr. Tao, this is Mr. Qing, and Mr. Huang, you should know him." ”

Qin Di clenched his fists and arched his hands: "I've seen all gentlemen." ”

Huang Jinrong hugged his fists, smiled on his face, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

Mr. Tao, who was about forty years old and looked very steady, said, "Since you are here, let's sit." Even if you can't be the master, you can send the word back. ”

Qin Di sat down naturally and said, "What Mr. said is very true. If there is something important, please do not hesitate to tell me. ”

By this time, the door to the box had been closed, there was not a single dish on the table, and tea was served.

Zhang Jinjiang said: "Take a sip of tea first, let's talk slowly." ”

Qin Di was the youngest, so he could only pour the tea by himself, and then poured it for the person opposite, and said with a smile: "The kid is young, I am deeply honored to see you." ”

Zhang Jinjiang smiled and said, "Qin Di, we invite Ling Zun to come because we have something important to discuss." ”

"Speak, boy. When I go back, I will report to my father. ”

"We want to take all the shares in Ling Zun's hands. ”

Qin Di blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "What price can you offer?"

Mr. Tao muttered, "What about ninety percent of the market price?"

In his opinion, the stock market still has the potential to rise, even if it is taken at parity, it will not be a loss, he tries to open a price of ninety percent, and the Qin family may not be willing to sell.

However, Qin Di said heartily: "Okay, I can call the shots in this matter." ”

Zhang Jinjiang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, it will be easy to do." ”

Mr. Tao asked, "But I don't know how many shares Ling Zun holds?"

Qin Di replied, "About six million yuan." ”

The four people on the other side were taken aback: "Huh, how can there be so many?"

Although Zhang Jinjiang has money, it is mainly real estate, or various industries, and he does not have much spare money in his hands, and the other three people have even less money, and the money they put together in the stock market is less than two million, so when he heard Qin Di say that there are six million, he was dumbfounded!

Everyone thought to themselves: "I didn't expect that the Qin family is the hidden predator in the demon capital! How can we swallow each other with this little capital?"

Zhang Jinjiang took a deep breath and said, "Can I use real estate as collateral? I have some houses in the local, Nanxun, and Putuo mountains, which can add up to millions of ......."

Qin Di smiled slightly and asked, "Uncle also has a property in Putuo Mountain?"

"Yes, I have a yard there and a hundred acres of paddy fields. ”

Putuo Mountain is an island with a radius of more than ten kilometers, with many mountains and not many fields, and it is rare to have 100 acres of paddy fields.

Qin Di smiled and didn't speak again, staring at the teacup in his hand, as if he was thinking about something in his heart.

There was a chill at the scene for a while.

The people present are all big shots, how can they endure the cold reception of others? Besides, he is still a hairy young man, since Zhang Jinjiang personally spoke, he didn't hurry up and agreed, he simply didn't know how to lift!

Therefore, Mr. Tao said with a straight face: "Qin Di, do you know what we do?"

Qin Di said: "I know, Mr. is a senior official of the Qingbai Party. Uncle Zhang, too. You entered the market to raise money for the Northern Expedition, right?"

Mr. Tao's eyes widened and said, "Since you know, can you have a discussion?" Let Ling Zun not sell it for the time being, and it will not be too late to sell it in December." ”

Qin Di shook his head slowly and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to sell it then." ”

Mr. Tao said: "No, we have a few good news, ready to release it little by little, the stock price will continue to rise, at least not this year." ”

Qin Di smiled slightly and said, "I'd rather accept Uncle Zhang's suggestion, accept the mortgage, and transfer the shares." ”

Zhang Jinjiang smiled bitterly: "But all my real estate combined, it is only three million oceans." ”

Qin Di's gaze swept over everyone's faces, and he said with a smile: "In this way, the remaining three million will be counted as my donation to the Qingbai Party and contribute to the Northern Expedition." But I have one request, I want Mr. Qing's signature, and each signed note is worth millions of oceans!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned!

The young and heroic Mr. Qing had not said anything, and he was also taken aback when he heard the words, and coughed dryly: "The notes I signed, one is worth one million?

Qin Di said with a smile: "Three is enough, I'm afraid you won't admit it when the time comes!"

"You're not going to change it to an IOU, are you?

"Rest assured, it's not about money. ”

"Haha, that's good, as long as there is no money involved, I will sign it, and I will admit it at any time!"

At that moment, Qin Di found three excellent blank letterheads and placed them on the table.

Mr. Qing took out his pen, signed the letterhead, and stamped his private seal!