"Young Master Su, Pei Rang’s calling. Did something go wrong?"
Su Chen calmly shook his head. After a quick mental calculation of the time, he had a good idea of what was happening.
Beside them, a thoughtful look flashed in Chen Yulong’s eyes. He knew the name Pei Rang; Chen Feiyu had specifically mentioned him in an earlier report.
’Isn’t Pei Rang at Citibank? Did something go wrong with the stock he’s trading?’ Chen Yulong wondered.
Su Chen then took the phone and answered the call.
The moment the call connected, Pei Rang’s excited roar came through the receiver: "Boss, Goldman Sachs has made their move! Wall Street is starting to issue short reports!"
Before Su Chen could even react, Sicong, who was standing nearby, erupted with excitement.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!!! Wall Street is really making its move! Young Master Su, you’re incredible!"
Hearing this, both Chen Yulong and his son looked utterly shocked. Anyone capable of building a major company is sharp, and they immediately gleaned a wealth of information from Sicong’s outburst.
Su Chen was shorting a stock or a futures contract. He even had advance knowledge that Wall Street investment giants like Goldman Sachs would be making a move. That information source alone was enough to leave the Chens reeling for a while.
These were Wall Street investment giants, after all. To be able to front-run them and take a cut of the profits first... wasn’t that just incredible?
The way the Chens looked at Su Chen grew even more intense, solidifying the Chen family’s resolve to align themselves with him.
"Alright, I understand. Don’t get too greedy. I’ll leave the specific moves to you. I just want results."
Su Chen’s nonchalant tone was like a bucket of cold water poured over Sicong and the others.
"Yes, Boss!"
Hanging up, Su Chen saw Sicong staring at him with a look of pure confusion.
"What?" Su Chen asked, looking at Sicong.
"You... Ugh, it’s nothing!" Sicong opened his mouth to speak, but then he remembered his previous questions and swallowed his words.
Chen Yulong, however, had a clearer read on the situation. ’Mr. Su must have an enormous amount invested in the market,’ he thought. ’Otherwise, Sicong wouldn’t be reacting like that.’
Though he desperately wanted to know how much Su Chen had invested—and perhaps get in on the action himself—he ultimately held his tongue.
He was also inwardly astonished. ’To trust a subordinate with such a massive play... that’s a level of boldness I couldn’t hope to match!’
......
His previous task interrupted by Pei Rang’s call, Su Chen then scrolled through his contacts, found Arno’s number, and dialed it.
This was all thanks to when he had taken Chen Mengyan to Gaul; Emma had set up his phone with global roaming. As long as he was in Huaxia, he could call anyone in any country.
It was currently 4:15 PM in Xiangjiang, which was 10:15 AM in Gaul—right during business hours.
When Su Chen started dialing, Chen Yulong’s heart leaped into his throat. He watched Su Chen, his face etched with anxiety.
The phone was answered on the third ring.
"Oh, my dear Su! What auspicious wind brings you here? As you say, ’one does not visit the temple for no reason.’ What can I do for you?"
A faint smile touched Su Chen’s lips as he heard Arno’s familiar choice of words. He immediately responded in perfect, fluent Gaulish.
Sicong and the Chens were all stunned. The three of them were fluent in English, but they couldn’t understand a single word of Gaulish.
All they could do was listen as Su Chen spoke, the words a rapid-fire stream of gibberish to their ears.


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