aircannonsinc Chapter 1810 I Want You
Chapter 1810 I Want You
Jiang Cheng glanced at the figures and realized his total profit this time was 185.5 billion. Of that, approximately 160 billion was the profit from his principal, and the remaining 25.5 billion was the commission earned by the participants for managing the funds for Xingchen Company.
Among these individuals, Wu Quan, Sun Zhisheng, Zhao Cheng, and Cheng Gui had a 7:3 profit split with Xingchen Company. Each of them invested three million, ultimately earning a total profit of 275 million each. According to the agreement, each of them had to pay Xingchen an operating fee of 117.86 million. Cheng Gui invested 30 billion, receiving 16.91 billion in profit and paying Xingchen an operating fee of 7.25 million.
Besides the four of them, Wang Congcong, Qin Fen, Qi Yuan, Wang Zheng, Chen Hao, Zheng Zhigan, He Youjun, Xu Lei, and An Xin also have a handling fee of 15%.
After reviewing the report, Jiang Cheng sent a message in the small group.
Jiang Cheng: "The profit from this operation is 74.08% for each of us. Also, before the funds are returned to the original source, we will first deduct the special fees for shorting US stocks, including securities lending interest, SEC regulatory clearing fees and cross-border currency conversion fees, which will be distributed according to everyone's profit share. The funds will be transferred after the deductions are completed."
Qi Yuan: Received! Brother Cheng will take care of everything!
Wang Congcong: Received! Oh, right, Brother Cheng, there's something else. The bonus for the Starry Sky Trader needs to be arranged. Just deduct it from my share!
Qi Yuan: Hey, what kind of talk is that? Why should you pay? Everyone has to share the cost!
Cheng Gui: That's right. We owe a lot to the trading team this time, so we should share the bonus.
He Youjun: +1! Count me in! I have to pay for this meal too!
Qin Fen: That's right, Brother Wang, don't try to hog it all! We all get a share!
Jiang Cheng: Alright, it's just a few million in bonuses. You don't need to worry about it; the company will take care of it.
Fu Yang: What should I do? I suddenly regret not selling my Koenigsegg.
Besides Wu Quan, Sun Zhisheng, and Zhao Cheng, Fu Yang cast the fewest bets.
Fu Yang invested the least. He only invested 100 million, but that was the same amount Jiang Cheng gave him when he agreed to join.
After all, short selling in the US stock market requires secrecy; the larger the amount of capital entering the market, the easier it is for the target company's order book monitoring to detect it.
If the other party repurchases shares in advance to support the price or introduces capital to drive up the stock price, our short-selling costs will skyrocket, and we may even be forced into a margin call.
Jiang Cheng's own capital is only a little over 10 billion, which is why he can bring them in to enjoy the spoils.
As their own capital increases, the share left for these people will decrease.
Shen An: "Hehe, you expect me to be clever enough to mortgage two houses..."
Qi Yuan: "Wow, Brother Cheng is awesome, so I can buy a new car again?"
Wang Congcong: "Don't even mention new cars, you could buy several new houses."
Qin Fen: "I've never thought money could be so easy to make in my entire life."
He Youjun: "My dad always said that gambling is a scam, but this is the first time I've felt that gambling can be so exciting."
He Youjun quickly withdrew after saying this.
He Youjun: "Wow, that's awesome, thank you so much, Brother Cheng."
Qi Yuan: @He Youjun has already taken a screenshot.
Wang Congcong: I've already taken a screenshot.
Wang Zheng: +1
Chen Hao: +1
Zheng Zhigan: +1
Qin Fen: +1
He Youjun: Brothers, please let me off the hook. If word gets out, my dad will beat me to death...
Jiang Cheng: "Alright, that's all over. This group is disbanded. Go back to your original group chats and we'll talk more..."
Qi Yuan: Received...
Wang Congcong: Received...
After everyone received the message, Jiang Cheng clicked to disband the group.
After the group was disbanded, Jiang Cheng received a message from An Xin.
At this moment, An Xin is nestled in her top-floor duplex by the Huangpu River in Shanghai. The heavy curtains block out the scorching afternoon sun, leaving only a lazy, drowsy atmosphere in the room.
She wore a dark blue silk halter dress, the smooth fabric clinging to her slender figure, and a delicate diamond necklace peeked out from her neck, making her skin appear even whiter and brighter.
Her long, curled eyelashes resembled two small fans. She lowered her eyelids and stared at her phone screen, her fingertips repeatedly stroking the input box.
She was watching silently in the group chat just now.
While the group chat was going on enthusiastically, she didn't dare to say a single word.
It's not that she doesn't want to talk, it's that she feels what she might say is inappropriate.
Her mind was filled with the huge profits she had made with Jiang Cheng, but even more so with her undisguised romantic feelings for him.
I kept deleting the words I typed.
In the end, I decided to send Jiang Cheng a private message.
An Xin: Jiang Cheng, thank you.
Jiang Cheng: What are you thanking me for?
An Xin looked at the reply that popped up on the screen, her heart skipped a beat, her fingertips trembled slightly, and she typed a line of text and sent it without thinking.
Anxin: What do you want?
Upon seeing this message, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but smirk.
Jiang Cheng's intention was to play dumb and pretend he didn't know what An Xin was thanking him for.
However, An Xin's reply was quite interesting.
Instead, ask yourself what you want...
Jiang Cheng: I want you...
Upon seeing Jiang Cheng's words, An Xin on the other end of the phone suddenly sat up straight.
Those almond-shaped eyes, which usually carried a hint of aloofness, suddenly widened, their clear pupils filled with disbelief.
A delicate blush crept up her cheeks at a visible speed, spreading all the way to her ears.
Her neck was tinged with an alluring pink, and the corners of her mouth turned up uncontrollably, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy.
What did Jiang Cheng mean by that?
Want her?
The dialog box keeps showing that it is typing.
Jiang Cheng quickly sent it again.
Jiang Cheng: Watches in my collection.
After the second half of her sentence was added, An Xin's upturned lips drooped, her brows furrowed slightly, and her delicate face was full of doubt.
What do you mean?
Was this a deliberate attempt to amuse myself, or did I accidentally send it too quickly and split it into two parts?