Chapter 338 Am I good? Please invite the best foreign aid!
Wu Xuanxuan seemed to notice Qin Han's gaze.
She turned her head, her eyes met Qin Han's, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a charming smile, "Mr. Qin, I feel embarrassed when you look at me like this."
Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness, but her hands did not stop moving.
Qin Han walked forward and gently placed his hands on Wu Xuanxuan's shoulders, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin.
"Thank you for your hard work." His voice was low and magnetic, sounding softly in Wu Xuanxuan's ears.
Wu Xuanxuan tilted her head slightly and put her cheek on Qin Han's hand. "I don't feel tired at all to work for Mr. Qin."
Her eyes were full of tenderness and admiration, as if Qin Han was her whole world.
"It's delicious."
Qin Han chuckled, his hand slowly slid down Wu Xuanxuan's shoulder and gently held her arm.
Wu Xuanxuan put down the steam iron in her hand, turned around, and put her arms around Qin Han's neck.
She stood on tiptoe, put her lips close to Qin Han's ear, and whispered, "There are more fragrant ones~ Do you want to smell it?"
Her breath was warm, spraying on Qin Han's neck, making Qin Han's desire even stronger.
The corners of his mouth curled up with interest, his eyes locked tightly on Wu Xuanxuan's affectionate eyes, his voice low and magnetic: "Oh? Then I'm very curious, what else can be more tempting than this."
His hand gently stroked Wu Xuanxuan's back, slowly moving along the smooth silk fabric, as if exploring an unknown treasure.
Wu Xuanxuan's eyes seemed to ignite a fire, with a hint of provocation in her charm. She bit her lower lip lightly, and her lips were as red as a ripe cherry.
She did not answer Qin Han's question immediately, but gently stroked his chest with her fingertips, leaving faint marks on his shirt with her nails.
"Mr. Qin, since you are so curious, why don't you find the answer yourself?" She murmured in a low voice, her voice as sweet as honey and with a hint of provocation.
After saying that, she loosened her arms around Qin Han's neck, turned around and walked back to the living room.
The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her steps, and her beautiful legs were wrapped in ultra-thin white stockings with letters on them, shaking back and forth as if tempting people to commit a crime.
Qin Han's eyes were fixed on her as he watched her walk to the small bar in the living room, bend down and take out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet.
That posture was definitely designed!
The silk suspender skirt clung to her body, outlining an exciting curve.
She slowly straightened up, and when she turned around, she had a bottle of red wine and two highballs in her hands.
"How about having a drink with me?" Wu Xuanxuan shook the wine bottle with a smile on her lips, but her eyes seemed to contain countless little hooks, drilling straight into Qin Han's heart.
She stepped barefoot on the soft side, her high-heeled shoes kicked to the sides casually, and her white ankles dazzled Qin Han under the light, making him a little dizzy.
Qin Han raised his eyebrows, walked over and took the wine glass from her hand, but with his other hand he took the opportunity to pinch her waist lightly.
"You can drink, but you're playing with fire, you know?" His voice was a little low, with a hint of warning and a little bit of suppression.
Mudd!
This woman is really good!
She knows how to show off her beauty and how to seduce people. She is worthy of being a dancer!
Wu Xuanxuan giggled and deliberately leaned towards him, her soft body brushing against his arm through the thin silk cloth.
"Playing with fire? I love it the most, especially with Mr. Qin." She clinked the wine glass with Qin Han. Her fingertips accidentally stroked the back of his hand, and then she tilted her head back and held the wine glass with her red lips.
The scarlet wine slid down the corners of her lips. She didn't rush to wipe it off. Instead, she licked it gently with the tip of her tongue, her movements so slow that it was maddening.
She put down her wine glass and moved closer to Qin Han, so close that he could smell the scent of roses and alcohol on her.
"How is it? Is it more fragrant than before?" She blinked, her voice so soft that it seemed like water could be squeezed out of it.
Gudong!
Qin Han swallowed hard, his heart pounding, and he cleared his throat.
Wu Xuanxuan smiled sweetly and moved closer. This time, her beautiful red lips were directly next to Qin Han's ear. She said in a sweet voice, "There are more fragrant ones~~"
"Really?"
"Of course~"
After saying that, Wu Xuanxuan stood up straight, turned around and went back to the bar.
She reached out and grabbed the bottle of red wine, held it high, turned the bottle mouth downward, and poured it directly over herself.
The scarlet wine flowed down her neck, passed through her chest, and dripped onto the floor. The air was instantly filled with the aroma of wine and her alluring scent...
"Come on, Mr. Qin, how about trying this?"
She licked the corner of her mouth and leaned forward slightly. The wine shone on her skin, her wet hair stuck to her cheeks, and she looked like a banshee from a fairy tale movie.
Qin Han’s sanity completely collapsed!
He rushed over in two steps and pushed Wu Xuanxuan against the bar. The wine glass on the table was knocked over and shattered with a loud crash.
He lowered his head and bit the wine stain on her neck, his teeth rolling hard on her skin, leaving a string of red marks.
Wu Xuanxuan panted, smiled happily, and gently rubbed his hair with her fingers, still provoking: "Is that all your strength? Mr. Qin, don't let me down..."
Qin Han was convinced!
This woman is really amazing!!
Damn it! !
This witch must be subdued today!!
He bent his head and kissed her lips with an undisguised predatory look.
The smell of wine and roses in the air mixed together, and with the scorching temperature at the moment, the atmosphere in the room was instantly ignited!
Can melt people~~
……
Just as Qin Han was tasting the sweetness of the big star Wu Xuanxuan,
Sun Zhiqiang was busy and exhausted!
He made calls one after another, with a hint of urgency and anxiety in his voice.
His men also took action, looking for and hiring top traders.
This bet involves tens of billions of dollars. Sun Zhiqiang is well aware of its importance. He must win no matter what!
In order to give himself enough time to prepare, Sun Zhiqiang strongly requested that the bet officially start in five days.
Because he has to be fully prepared!
However, Lin Haotian and others did not agree with his request at first, because Qin Han, the other party in the bet, did not put forward any time limit.
People say you can start anytime, why do you need five days to prepare?
However, although they disagreed, Lin Haotian and others could understand Sun Zhiqiang's proposal.
If they were in their shoes, they would also ask for the same.
After all, it involves 10 billion yuan of funds!
It would be such a shame if we lost this bet due to lack of preparation!
In the end, Qin Han stated that he could give Sun Zhiqiang five days, and if five days were not enough, he could be given a few more days.
When Sun Zhiqiang heard Qin Han's nonchalant attitude, he couldn't help but feel angry, but he still suppressed his anger, pinched his nose and said okay.
Although it is easy to find traders, the top ones are rare!
Especially finding it in such a short time is extremely difficult.
However, Sun Zhiqiang had already made up his mind. He spent a lot of money to hire a high-paying job!
There was a fierceness in his eyes, as if to say: "No matter how much it costs, I will find the best trader!"
No matter whether the person you introduced is successful or not, I will still owe you a favor!
The conditions offered to headhunters are even more generous. Not only is the commission much higher than the market price, but if you make your reservation the night before, I will double the commission.
With money paving the way, the efficiency will naturally be different!
just one day,
Sun Zhiqiang's desk has accumulated a large pile of personnel information...
He rubbed his sore temples and picked up the top resume.
The man in the photo is dressed in a suit and has eyes as sharp as an eagle.
The resume reads: He once worked for a top investment bank on Wall Street, managed projects worth billions of dollars, and his annualized rate of return was stable at over 30%. "That's good."
Sun Zhiqiang muttered to himself, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. He then called the headhunter, with a hint of urgency in his voice: "Arrange it, I want to interview this person in person."
After hanging up the phone, he picked up the next resume.
This time it was a woman, in her early forties, with a gentle smile, but the content on her resume was not to be underestimated: she had served as chief strategist at a hedge fund, managed funds worth more than 28 billion yuan, and had an annualized return of %.
"Interesting." Sun Zhiqiang narrowed his eyes and dialed the number of another headhunter.
In this way, he read them one by one and contacted them one by one.
In the office, the phone rang one after another, and secretaries came in and out, bringing in cup after cup of espresso.
Sun Zhiqiang's brows were furrowed, and his eyes showed concentration and fatigue. At 10 o'clock in the evening, Sun Zhiqiang finally finished reading all the resumes.
He rubbed his sore eyes and let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
Tomorrow, he will interview these candidates and select the best trader from them.
"Qin Han, do you think you're going to win?"
Sun Zhiqiang sneered, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, "Just wait and see, I will make you admit defeat sincerely!"
He stood up and walked to the window.
The city lights are brilliant in the night, like a sea of stars.
Sun Zhiqiang clenched his fists and swore secretly in his heart: He must win this bet!
……
In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.
Sun Zhiqiang sat in his office with a pile of resumes and documents in front of him.
The sunlight from outside the window shines in through the gaps in the blinds, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
The office was filled with a rich aroma of coffee. On the table stood several cold coffee cups with brown marks still on the rims.
He has interviewed more than a dozen so-called "top traders" in a row, but the results have disappointed him greatly. At the end of each interview, his brows furrowed more tightly, and the fatigue on his face became more obvious.
"next."
He rubbed his temple, his tone hinting at fatigue, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, making a slight "tapping" sound.
The secretary opened the door and brought in a middle-aged man in a suit.
The other party claimed to be the chief strategist of a private equity fund, and his resume stated that his annualized rate of return was as high as 40%.
He was carrying a black briefcase and had a confident smile on his face, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.
"Hello, Mr. Sun." The other party stretched out his hand with a smile, his fingers trembling slightly.
Sun Zhiqiang forced a smile and shook his hand: "Please sit down."
His voice was a little hoarse and he was obviously exhausted.
Over the next hour,
Sun Zhiqiang asked in detail about the other party's investment strategy and past performance.
However, the other party's answer made him more and more disappointed.
The so-called "high yield" is nothing but the result of luck and leverage, and has no substantial technical content at all.
Sun Zhiqiang's brows furrowed more and more, and the frequency of his fingers tapping on the table became faster and faster.
"Thank you for your time."
Sun Zhiqiang stood up and said in a cold tone, "We will contact you again."
There was a hint of impatience in his voice and obvious disappointment in his eyes.
After sending off the last candidate,
Sun Zhiqiang slumped in his chair, covered his face with his hands, and sighed deeply.
The office was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the wall clock, and there was a depressing atmosphere in the air.
There are only three days left before the bet starts, but he has not found a suitable trader yet.
Am I really going to lose to that young boy Qin Han?
Sun Zhiqiang clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his heart was filled with worry and unwillingness.
Just then, his cell phone rang.
The shrill ringing sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet office.
Sun Zhiqiang picked up the phone and saw the words "Liu Haiyang" on the screen. He frowned, a little confused, but still answered the call.
"Lao Sun, I heard that you are looking for a trader?" Liu Haiyang's voice came from the other end of the phone, his tone was relaxed and a little teasing.
"Yeah, do you have any recommendations?" Sun Zhiqiang asked casually, with a hint of fatigue in his tone and not much hope.
"I do know a team that is quite powerful."
Liu Haiyang paused, and his tone suddenly became serious, "They were once involved in the short selling case of Lucky Coffee."
Ok? !
Sun Zhiqiang sat up straight with his eyes wide open. A hint of surprise flashed across his face as he asked, "Lucky short case? Are you talking about the Quant team?"
"Yes, that's them."
Liu Haiyang smiled, with a hint of pride in his voice, "I have a friend who knows their person in charge. Do you want me to help you contact him?"
"Great!"
Sun Zhiqiang slammed the table, and the sound echoed in the office.
An excited look instantly appeared on his face, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. "Please arrange it as soon as possible. I will go and talk to them in person!"
After hanging up the phone,
Sun Zhiqiang leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes...
He was not stupid, and he knew very well the motive behind Liu Haiyang's call.
"Liu Haiyang, you want to use me as a touchstone..."
Sun Zhiqiang sneered, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
He understood that Liu Haiyang wanted to test Qin Han's true strength and gauge his opponent's level through this bet.
Since we want to see Qin Han's true strength, it won't work if the opponent is too weak, and we won't be able to test it out.
"They're afraid that I'll lose easily..."
Sun Zhiqiang snorted coldly and whispered to himself.
His fingers tapped on the table faster and faster, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes.
Less than half an hour later,
Liu Haiyang called again and said that the other party agreed and was willing to talk to Sun Zhiqiang.
Sun Zhiqiang was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly with a hint of eagerness in his tone.
immediately,
He immediately asked his secretary to book the nearest flight.
He flew to New York at 9 o'clock that evening.
On the plane, Sun Zhiqiang leaned on the first-class seat, holding a glass of red wine, with a hint of anticipation and nervousness in his eyes...
...(End of chapter)