Chapter 247 Dad Came to See Me Yesterday

"Of course, if you don't have confidence, how dare you touch futures?"

"What rate of return can you achieve?"

"I can't say more, but I can bring you more than 15% return.

The extra is mine.

You can't let me work for nothing!"

Chen Xiaolong was a little unconvinced, "Annualized return of 15%? Although it's not low, it's not the best."

Chen Ping'an curled his lips and said, "How much do you want?"

Chen Xiaolong thought about it and gritted his teeth and said, "15% is fine."

Chen Ping'an grinned a few times and stretched out three fingers in front of him.

"Every three months, that is, a quarterly return rate is guaranteed to be 15%. Where can you find such a high return on investment?"

"15% in three months? Don't lie to me!"

Chen Xiaolong was scared.

In the past few years, the best fund companies in China have only earned 11.86%.

Most of them are losing money.

But Chen Xiaolong also knows that the highest return rate of two fund companies has reached nearly 30% in a short period of time, but if we look at the results of the whole year, none of them have exceeded 15%.

Chen Pingan said calmly: "The easiest way is to give me a few million and I will prove it to you.

But this time, I will only need one month to do 15% for you.

I did it, all the profits belong to me, and the principal is returned to you.

If I lose, I will return it to you at 15% interest.

Just one month, what do you think?"

According to Chen Pingan's idea, if he trades gold and stock index futures steadily, this rate of return is not exaggerated.

Because he knows all the trends!

He may lose money in intraday trading, but as long as he stays overnight, he can guarantee that he will not lose!

Remembering every daily K line does not mean that he knows the trend fluctuations of the day.

Chen Xiaolong was still a little worried, and then asked: "You are doing futures, what kind of products do you plan to trade?"

Chen Ping'an shrugged and answered easily: "Of course, gold and stock index futures. I am most familiar with these two, and all the money I make comes from these two."

Chen Xiaolong was silent for a long time before whispering: "I roughly understand your idea, but this also gives me some confidence in you."

Chen Ping'an continued to read the news, "I haven't paid much attention to the news when I was in Tianjiang Province recently.

I still have to read the news every day in the future. By the way, how much money do you plan to give me? When will it be credited?

I will send you the bank account number now."

He took out a photo of his bank card from his mobile phone and sent it to Chen Xiaolong, and then added a note, "Account name: Fang Ping'an."

This card was opened when he had not changed his name back, and he has not changed it until now.

Chen Xiaolong frowned at the message on his phone and said, "Take some time to change the name of this account, or just apply for a new card in Chen Ping'an's name."

Chen Ping'an nodded, "If possible, I plan to take a certificate, so that I can start my own company in the future."

Chen Xiaolong didn't say anything, knowing that he was talking about the fund company.

That was Chen Ping'an's business, and had nothing to do with him, and he didn't want to get involved.

What he didn't know was that after Chen Ping'an saw these messages, he had a slightly bold idea in his heart.

…

Fang Jinglei's script has been written.

She looked at the email she had just sent, and she couldn't help but relax a lot.

To be honest, writing such a script in a few months was also a very energy-consuming thing for her.

Especially now, Ma Long seems to have some intention of pursuing her. Every time Fang Zhidie is filming, he will call her to invite her over.

Fang Zhidie is much prettier than her, but Fang Jinglei herself is also an absolute beauty.

She is less than 25 years old, which is the most beautiful time.

It's just that she has to take care of her mother Zhao Wei every day in addition to work. Now that she doesn't have a nanny, she has also started to learn to cook in her spare time.

Her daily schedule is quite full.

She didn't have any feelings for Ma Long. Strictly speaking, as an author, she actually had nothing to do with this TV series.

After the copyright was sold, the things were no longer hers, and the investors could change them as they wanted.

She had no right to make any comments at all.

At first, Ma Long invited her to the scene just to give her face.

When Fang Zhidie's identity was known, her background was naturally known to everyone in the crew.

The book is finished.

What to write next?

Should I relax for a while or continue writing?

Ping An's voice and smile appeared in her mind, but that smile was shy and had a hint of flattery in it.

She suddenly realized that she had never seen Ping An's brother's real smile from the heart.

She carefully recalled the expressions of Ping An that she had seen during the years when Ping An's brother was at home.

Yes, there is no genuine, sunny smile.

There is only a slightly flattering smile, a shy, cautious and careful smile.

No, I can't think about it anymore.

She felt a slight sour feeling rising in her nose.

Ping An, you are really pitiful!

Then she thought of Fang Hongjun, the younger brother that her whole family loved very much.

Although he was the illegitimate child of his father and Qin Bailian, and she did the paternity test herself, after all, there was no need to discuss a dead person.

How could she see Ping An?

She often took a detour to the gate of Beijing University when she went home, and sat in the car quietly watching the students coming in and out of the school gate.

But she never saw that slightly unfamiliar figure again.

She closed the computer screen casually, picked up a stick of Yanhe on the side and lit it.

Watching the white smoke slowly dissipate in the sunlight shining in from the window, she couldn't help but smile bitterly and then took out her mobile phone, flipped to Ping An's contact information and just looked at it.

She was in a daze, and her mobile phone suddenly vibrated.

She saw that it was her elder sister Fang Qingyan calling.

Fang Jinglei answered the call without thinking.

"Hello, Leilei, are you busy now?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"What is mom doing now?"

Fang Qingyan's question made Fang Jinglei a little confused.

"Mom went out, saying she was going to my uncle's place, and she wouldn't let me go with her."

After Zhao Wei had breakfast early in the morning, she put on makeup and went out.

The only car was still driven by Fang Jinglei, and it was given by the Zhao family.

Zhao Wei took a taxi and has not returned yet.

"Sister, if you have anything to say, just tell me directly. If you need to find mom, you can call her directly."

Fang Qingyan was silent for a while before she said, "Dad came to see me yesterday and told me a lot."

Fang Jinglei said "hmm", and then waited quietly for the next words.

"Leilei, I don't want to speak for Dad..." Before she finished what she wanted to say, Fang Jinglei spoke.

"Then don't speak for him." Fang Jinglei suddenly said, "There should be no problem with his company.

The last time he came, I let him spend some time alone with mom, leaving them to communicate and exchange.

After he left, mom was sick.

She didn't get better until a few days ago.

I don't know what they said, and I don't care."