336: Chapter 335 Wu Xie with a Sharp Tongue

"With that word from you, President Wang, I can rest easy," Wu Xie said, his voice carrying a smile. "I won't disturb your rest any further, President Wang. I'm hanging up now."

"Wait." Wang Shuo interjected, not waiting for a response from the other side. He asked directly, "Since you already know the news, why haven't you torn up the shareholding agreement? This is five hundred million we're talking about. Do you really have that much faith in me?"

"Well..." Wu Xie seemed to be pondering before saying, "President Wang, I don't know if you believe in fate?"

"I don't." Wang Shuo replied testily. "You'd better tell the truth, or I'll tear up the contract first."

"Alright, alright." Wu Xie's voice sounded somewhat helpless. After actually getting to know them, Wang Shuo felt that these billionaires weren't so hard to approach. Whether it was Chen Zhongxuan or Wu Xie, they were both very gentle and no different from ordinary people.

"Actually, it's quite simple. If the higher-ups are paying attention to you, then I'm even more optimistic about you." Wu Xie's voice was calm, but Wang Shuo could hear the seriousness in it. "Everything has two sides. There must be a reason for the higher-ups' special attention to you, and that reason is why I'm optimistic about you."

"Do you know what that reason is?"

"I don't. But that doesn't stop me from taking a gamble." Wu Xie smiled faintly. "I'm betting that you'll win."

"Understood."

Wang Shuo hung up the phone directly. He then curled his lip.

Betting that he would win?

If he hadn't already been well-trained, he really might have been fooled by such words.

After a moment of contemplation, Wang Shuo stroked his chin, thinking silently.

A lot could be inferred from Wu Xie's decision to continue the investment.

First, it could be confirmed that the situation Wu Xie described was likely true, but the reality should be far less severe.

At the very least, the forces behind Wu Xie likely hadn't been affected by this interference, or rather, they disdained such interference.

This was interesting.

Although he didn't know how large the forces behind Wu Xie were, they were certainly not larger than emerging internet giants like Baidu, Alibaba, or Tencent.

Even these internet tycoons hadn't made any moves, yet they remained indifferent, insisting on investing in Frontier Technology with an investment amount in the hundreds of millions.

So, had the forces behind Wu Xie lost their minds?

The probability of that was likely low.

For such forces, even if only Wu Xie appeared, the advisors behind him might be a team of dozens or even hundreds of people.

Wang Shuo wouldn't believe that Wu Xie's investment behavior was just a hot-headed, impulsive decision.

Then there could only be one explanation: the meaning expressed by these mysterious higher-ups had been intentionally distorted, and all the enterprises and other unknown forces had made decisions consistent with their own interests based on this news.

So... was their point of interest himself?

And among all the products currently released by Frontier Technology, which one could pique their interest the most?

The answer seemed self-evident.

Wang Shuo turned his gaze to the zero egg on the desk, then clicked the mouse to bring up various charts.

On the charts, the red and blue intertwined curves were jagged, high and low, but overall still showed a downward trend.

Wang Shuo flipped through them quietly. Every chart here was the result of Han Xiaoxin's hard work, reorganized using Zero's analytical capabilities, making them look extremely clear and simple.

After observing several charts in a row, Wang Shuo let out a soft sigh and closed the window.

"Zero, arrange the charts on the desktop as a whole and use a small amount of resources to calculate. I need to know its lowest point."

"Understood, sir." Zero's voice sounded, then it replied: "After calculation, according to the current trend, the United States will hit its lowest point within seven days. Japan, South Korea, and other countries will hit their lowest point within fifteen days. At that time, the aforementioned countries will launch market rescue mechanisms."

"It's about the same as what I calculated. If they want to maximize profits, this is the only way." Wang Shuo closed his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping on the desk.

"It seems their backup plan will be launched within fifteen days, or possibly ten."

Wang Shuo opened his eyes. Ten days—that was a bit too short.

Besides, standing there and taking a beating was never his style.

"Zero, notify Han Xiaoxin. I want to increase the US stock funds from two hundred million to one billion. Have him buy up all the dumped stocks that have dropped by fifteen percent, and push back the bottoming-out time by at least fifteen days!"

"If that's not enough, I'll add more. No cap!"

"Also, notify Sister Liu. Have her coordinate with Huaneng Group and Principal Ding of Huazhong University of Science and Technology. No matter what method or connection she uses, I want to see the municipal government's land use approval tomorrow!"

Some things needed to be accelerated.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Wu Xie looked at the phone that had already been hung up in his hand, feeling a bit amused and frustrated.

It was always him who hung up on others; no one had ever dared to hang up on him before. This President Wang was truly an interesting character. He wasn't very old, but he was very decisive in his actions.

Opposite him, the Female Assistant was silently arranging the tea set for him, gently placing the brewed tea in front of him. Her movements were very proficient; it looked like she had done this many times.

They were currently in a luxurious banquet hall. In the hall, handsome men and beautiful women were dancing gracefully to the music, and waiters with trays of wine wove through the crowd.

On both sides of the hall were two huge long dining tables, filled with fruits and food. From time to time, people walked up to the tables to get food, stopping to chat happily when they met someone they knew.

Wu Xie put away his phone, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of tea. He looked up at the bustling hall and leaned back against the sofa, feeling a bit bored.

A man about the same age as Wu Xie walked up to his side, looked at the tea set on the table, and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I say, Second Young Master Wu, you're the only person I've ever seen who drinks tea at such a high-end banquet. Aren't you afraid Miss Tang will have you kicked out?"

Wu Xie glanced at the man but didn't speak.

The man, however, had no intention of leaving. He signaled the Female Assistant to move aside and sat down directly, placing his wine glass next to the tea set before smiling and saying: "I heard you made a fortune?"

Wu Xie still ignored him, just drinking the tea in his cup, and the Female Assistant had tactfully walked away.

The man wasn't discouraged and said with a chuckle: "Five hundred million, that's a huge investment. I'm really curious, what kind of deity could make Young Master Wu so optimistic? If it's really a money-making opportunity, don't forget your brothers, Young Master Wu."

Wu Xie raised an eyebrow slightly and finally spoke.

"Don't you think you resemble a certain animal?"

"Oh? What animal?"

"A maggot."

Wu Xie showed an expression of disgust: "It's disgusting to look at, and it makes me smell the stench of excrement."

"The most disgusting thing is..." Wu Xie looked at the man in front of him and said: "Maggots turn into flies, and all day long they either love to smell excrement or crawl on it, buzzing loudly wherever they go. It's really annoying."

The man's face became very ugly. Although he had heard of the poisonous tongue of the young master in front of him, he hadn't expected to be insulted like this just upon meeting.

"Young Master Wu, I'm just exchanging investment insights with you. Isn't that going a bit too far?"

"Too far?" Wu Xie said calmly: "You should be thankful that this is the Tang family's banquet. If it were the Wu family's banquet, I would have beaten you out. Since when can a piece of excrement sit at the dining table to eat?"

"You..." The man opposite him was so angry that his face turned livid.

"You what?" Wu Xie looked up: "If I were you, I would be covering my face and crying as I ran back to complain to your father right now. Perhaps your father, out of pity for you, would leave you an extra pit."

"You..." The man had a breath stuck in his chest, his face slowly turning red, but he couldn't say a word. When had he ever encountered a scion of a prominent family who didn't play by the rules and spouted profanity? His impression of such scions being gentle and elegant collapsed instantly.

"Alright, I've said what I needed to say." Wu Xie waved his hand as if shooing away a fly.

"If the people behind you still want to pry for information, tell them to come in person. You aren't qualified to talk to me!"

The man's originally flushed face turned even redder the moment he heard this. He stared carefully at Wu Xie's face, as if trying to see something, but in the end, he saw nothing.

"Young Master Wu, since you've figured it out, I won't pretend anymore." The man's expression was ugly, his voice cold and sinister:

"Someone asked me to remind you that it's best not to dance on the edge of a storm; it's easy to get smashed to pieces."

"The water behind this is far deeper than you imagine!" Having said that, he turned and left.

Wu Xie watched the man's retreating figure, sneered, and shook his head indifferently.

The Female Assistant had returned to his side at some point and gently handed him the tea.

"Chief Assistant, who was that just now?"

"Just a sacrificial lamb." Wu Xie took a sip of tea and said calmly.

"Don't we need to report this?"

"No need." Wu Xie showed an expression that was hard to tell if it was pity or sympathy, his tone indifferent.

"Some people, once they grasp a few resources, forget who they are. They don't know that even if they wear gold and silver and have immense wealth, in the eyes of some people, a mongrel... will always just be a mongrel."