dmims Chapter 19 Making Big Money Playing the Stock Market
Chapter 19 Making Big Money Playing the Stock Market
The Guizhou Army's desperate charge finally gave the collapsing 182nd Division a chance to breathe.................
Meanwhile, Gui Yongqing's troops from the Central Army Training Corps and Zhang Chong's troops from the 184th Division of the Yunnan Army also arrived at the battlefield, turning what was supposed to be an ambush into a fierce melee.
Moments later, Japanese naval bombers appeared over the battlefield and dropped a barrage of bombs.
The bloody battle raged until dusk. After suffering heavy casualties of more than 2000 men, the Yoshino Detachment, with the support of superior tanks, heavy artillery, and air force, almost completely annihilated the 103rd Division of the Guizhou Army and two divisions of the Yunnan Army. The Central Army Training Corps also suffered heavy losses and began to slowly retreat after running out of ammunition and food.
The Japanese army, having exhausted its ammunition and tank fuel, was also too exhausted to continue the pursuit. Both sides tacitly agreed to a ceasefire and withdrew from the battlefield.
As the radio waves spread, the Japanese and Nationalist armies announced "victory" almost simultaneously!
Shanghai, the former British concession, Standard Chartered Bank!
While processing a mortgage loan, Han Zhenhua heard a newsboy on the street shouting, "Extra! Extra! The Chinese and Japanese armies are engaged in fierce fighting at Nanfushantang, and both sides claim a great victory!"
Upon hearing this, Han Zhenhua was first taken aback, then let out a long breath, and then couldn't help but frown again!
Just then, a bank employee's voice interrupted his thoughts: "Mr. Cole, the housing mortgage loan you applied for has been processed. Your property at 169 Jing'an Road has been appraised by our bank at £5000. Based on the principle of 80% of the actual value for the loan, our bank will lend you £4000. Here is a £4000 bank draft, with an annual interest rate of 9%, a loan term of 3 years, and principal and interest to be repaid at maturity. Please keep this safe! Welcome to visit us again!"
After politely thanking him, Han Zhenhua left the bank with a Standard Chartered Bank draft worth 4000 pounds. He first bought a "special edition" from a newsboy. After carefully reading it, he couldn't help but sigh.
Judging from the battle reports of both sides, it is clear that this was a battle in which both sides suffered heavy losses, and it did not match the "great victory" claimed by both sides at all.
Even with such "precise intelligence," the cost of annihilating three divisions of the National Revolutionary Army was only the result of "severely damaging the enemy." The casualty ratio was at least ten to one. It seems that under such a huge disparity in strength, intelligence alone cannot make up for the losses. But that's all I can do!
Han Zhenhua gripped the bank draft tightly and walked into the famous "Shanghai Chinese Businessmen Stock Exchange".
But as soon as he arrived at the entrance, he encountered a "familiar face"—none other than Lin Xiaowen, the "pure and beautiful young lady from the Republican era" he had met on his first day at St. John's University!
"Student Han? Oh no, should I call you Teacher Han now?"
Han Zhenhua looked up and saw Lin Xiaowen standing gracefully in front of him, wearing a light blue indigo cheongsam that made her even more beautiful and charming. She had a mischievous smile on her face, clearly having already heard about his meteoric rise to become a lecturer.
"Hello, Lin," Han Zhenhua replied with a smile. "What a coincidence."
Especially since the last time they met was on the first day Han Zhenhua had just transmigrated, he was in a "hurry and flustered" rush to "seize the property" and had no mood to "appreciate the beauty" at all. But today was different. He carefully looked at the beautiful girl in front of him!
She was wearing a cheongsam, which perfectly accentuated her slender figure.
She has an oval face, without any signs of surgery, a pure and natural beauty. Her skin is as white as snow, and in the afternoon sunlight, it seems to radiate a soft halo, as delicate as mutton fat jade.
Beneath her delicate, straight nose were cherry-red lips, naturally red without any makeup. When she slightly pursed them, two shallow dimples appeared, as if hiding endless sweetness.
"Yes, what a coincidence! Teacher Han is also interested in stock trading? The situation is so chaotic right now; my father says it's like a battleground at the stock exchange every day," Lin Xiaowen replied with a smile.
Han Zhenhua's heart skipped a beat, and he asked casually, "Who is your father?"
Lin Xiaowen nodded with a hint of pride: "My father, Lin Yaodong, is the chairman of the Shanghai Huashang Stock Exchange." After saying that, she seemed to realize that she had misspoke and looked slightly embarrassed, after all, it was somewhat like showing off her family background.
A glint flashed in Han Zhenhua's eyes, and a new idea suddenly popped into his mind!
He remained outwardly calm, only subtly revealing surprise and admiration: "So you're Chairman Lin's daughter. My apologies. Chairman Lin's leadership of Shanghai's financial sector is truly admirable."
Seeing his sincere attitude, without any hint of flattery or disdain, Lin Xiaowen's goodwill towards him increased even more. She smiled and said, "Professor Han, you're the one who's amazing! You're such a young university lecturer, and a British citizen at that. If my father knew, he would definitely be very surprised."
Han Zhenhua followed up, "I do have some basic knowledge of the financial market, and I've always hoped to have the opportunity to learn from a senior like Chairman Lin. Would it be convenient for you, Mr. Lin, to introduce me?"
Lin Xiaowen thought for a moment and readily agreed: "Sure! My father usually enjoys exchanging ideas with insightful young people. He happens to be in his office today, so I can take you there right now."
"That's wonderful! Thank you so much, Lin." Han Zhenhua suppressed his excitement and thanked him calmly.
Lin Xiaowen led Han Zhenhua through the noisy hall with practiced ease, to a spacious and quiet office on the second floor. A bronze plaque reading "Chairman's Office" hung on the door.
After knocking and entering, a middle-aged man in a dark suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a refined yet dignified demeanor, was sitting behind a large desk answering a phone call.
He was around fifty years old, with his hair neatly combed and his eyes sharp. He was none other than Lin Yaodong, one of the financial giants in the former British Concession of Shanghai.
He saw his daughter bring a strange young man, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he briefly explained a few words to the person on the other end of the phone before hanging up.
"Xiaowen, why are you back again? And who is this?" Lin Yaodong's gaze fell on Han Zhenhua, scrutinizing him. The young man in front of him was well-dressed, with a calm demeanor and clear, confident eyes, unlike an ordinary student, and without any obsequiousness.