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Chapter 44: Chapter 44 Cold Shoulders

These past few days, Ye Father has been closely watching the stock he bought, and sure enough, two days later, after widespread media coverage fermented, Baishan Pharmaceutical's stock surged dramatically.

Ye Father chose a peak moment to sell all his shares, this short-term trade brought him a fourfold profit.

Looking at the string of zeros in his account, Ye Father sat at home drinking tea contentedly.

Right then, an old friend visited, and Ye Father cheerfully greeted him. After several cups of tea, Ye Father shared his stock market experience with him.

Upon hearing this, the friend also expressed regret for not following Baishan Pharmaceutical's stock and insisted that Ye Father must include him in his next investment.

After agreeing, Ye Father told him about his encounter with Song Yun at the coffee shop.

The friend's expression changed upon hearing about the stock from the sunset industry.

Ye Father, always skilled in observation and with this being an old friend, knew his every move too well.

He curiously asked, "What, you bought that stock?"

"Old Ye, haven't you been keeping up with the overall market recently? That young man's Tianjian stock, it's slowly climbing..."

Ye Father was shocked at this information; he believed such stocks would be lucky to not fall, let alone rise.

"I've been following Baishan Pharmaceutical lately and had no time to check others. Tell me, why is Tianjian's stock up!"

Seeing Ye Father's urgency, the friend sighed, took out his mobile phone, and searched up a national policy.

The country had begun to strongly support that industry and had reduced certain taxes, making Tianjian, an industry leader, suddenly very desirable overnight, with many investment institutions rushing to buy in.

"This..." Ye Father scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Ding-a-ling-ling..."

Ye Father's phone rang, and after he answered, the person in charge of investments at his company excitedly said, "President Ye, how did you predict that Baishan Pharmaceutical would fall and sell all your shares in advance? Now Baishan's stock price has fallen back to its original level, and it might drop even further before the market closes today!"

Ye Father took a sharp breath, hung up the phone, and opened the document sent by the investment head.

It turned out that today, Shanglongshan Pharmaceutical held a press conference where they vehemently denounced their competitors' actions and announced that several of their drugs had been included in the medical insurance coverage.

They had purchased three herbal cultivation bases to continuously supply their medications, leading their scale and market presence to surpass Baishan Pharmaceutical, putting them in an awkward position.

After reading, Ye Father fell into deep thought. Song Yun really had some skills: if he said a stock would fall, it would fall; if he said it would rise, it would rise. Could he possibly have the ability to predict the future?

The old friend, seeing Ye Father deep in thought, did not disturb him and left after speaking to Ye Father's assistant.

"It seems I need to see Song Yun again. Not cultivating such a business prodigy would simply be a waste!"

Meanwhile, Song Yun was unaware of these developments. He was planning to take Ye Qingqing to a newly opened Suzhou-style restaurant for dinner.

When they arrived at the parking lot, there was only one space left, which he carefully steered into.

Next to them, a Mustang Shelby was also after the same parking space.

A rock-dressed man driving the other car said to the girl in the passenger seat, "That car is really blind! What's a little sports car trying to compete with me for? Last time someone tried to snatch a parking space from me, I just rammed into them."

"Brother is so awesome~ I wonder if I can feel the excitement today! Watching brother show off his power!"

The man jerked his head, shifted into gear, accelerated, and slammed on the brakes, sending the rear wheels into a wild spin and raising a foul-smelling cloud of smoke from the tire friction with the road.

But just at that moment, the man took a careful look at the emblem on Song Yun's car and quickly stopped his vehicle.

"What's wrong, brother, hit him, hit him!" the younger sister commanded excitedly from inside the car.

"Hit your mom... Even if I sold you, I couldn't afford the damage if I hit that car!" The man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, damn lucky he hadn't been drinking today, otherwise, a hot head in a moment of folly would have ruined his whole life.

Moreover, by the looks of it, that Lamborghini was a limited edition model; one of their tires could cost as much as his entire car!

On the other side, Song Yun parked his car and pulled Ye Qingqing into the restaurant. As they passed the Mustang, he even waved his hand to dissipate the smell at his nose.

The person driving this car must have that big disease, grinding tires in broad daylight, no class whatsoever.

Meanwhile, Ye Qingqing's father had arrived at the villa in Junle where Song Yun was staying. After knocking for a long time and getting no response, he sighed, resigned to the fact that he wouldn't see Song Yun today, yet he had really wanted to talk to the young man.

And so it went on for several days, with Ye's father visiting at noon and in the evening every day, to the point that Ye's mother thought the old man had taken up with a mistress.

But even so, Ye's father still hadn't caught a glimpse of Song Yun.

On the fifth day, as Ye's father was making his usual noontime rounds, a Lamborghini Veneno parked next to him; the window rolled down, revealing Song Yun's face.

"Uncle Ye, long time no see."

At first, Ye's father was excited, but then he sank into gloom.

Damn it, outside, who knows how many people were lining up to see him every day, and he even had to be selective about them, but this brat had been giving him the cold shoulder every single day!

"What's the matter, Uncle Ye, anything wrong? Could it be Auntie found out about your secret stash of money?" Song Yun parked the car, got out, and joked.

"Go on, go on, what would a youngster like you understand..." Ye's father muttered in response.

"Hahaha, don't look down on me because I'm young. I've been married too, you know," said Song Yun with a chuckle, then invited Ye's father into the villa.

Song Yun had come here today to add some women's makeup items and a vanity to the master bedroom, not expecting to run into the uncle at the door.

Song Yun had a good impression of Ye's father, so the two of them entered the villa and sat down in the arbor in the courtyard to cool off.

Song Yun made a phone call to the property management and requested two professional tea masters to come and make tea.

The two sat there, drinking tea and chatting, like friends of many years.

"Song Yun, Baishan Pharmaceutical's stock has fallen, did you know?"

"No need to check, Baishan Pharmaceutical's stock falling is a foregone conclusion. Uncle Ye, have you sold off your shares?" Song Yun sipped his tea, exclaiming in appreciation, as if he had the market fluctuations at his fingertips.

Ye's father was startled by Song Yun's words. Was this lad always so confident? Not afraid of any mishaps?

But looking at Song Yun's expression, it was tranquil and nonchalant.

In his heart, Ye's father praised Song Yun, realizing this young man really had skills and wasn't just a blind cat who ran into a dead mouse.