dhibooks Chapter 200, but the unit is US dollars.
Chapter 200, but the unit is US dollars.
Qin Kun was the first to know Ye Fan. He always considered Ye Fan to be on a similar level to them: well-off, with some pocket money, and at most, investing in a small bar for fun.
He subconsciously thought that large-scale investments like those of investment companies, which could easily leverage hundreds of millions of dollars, were something that Ye Fan's family elders or people would consider after graduation.
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, his expression remaining calm.
He picked up the crystal-clear glass in front of him and slowly took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice.
Chen Chulin, who was standing next to him, was very observant. She immediately picked up the juice and refilled his glass with gentle movements and focused eyes.
Setting down his cup, Ye Fan said calmly, "Yes, I do have some cash on hand. Besides, I've already set up an investment company in the Hexi CBD area. If you have any promising projects, feel free to bring me in for a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the private room.
Click.
The lighter that Qin Kun was playing with fell onto the table.
The dish Fang Yu had just picked up was hanging in mid-air.
Qin Fei, Lin Feng, Wang Zhui, and the others were as if they had been frozen in place, their mouths slightly open, their eyes wide open, their faces filled with shock, as if they were wondering, "Who am I? Where am I? What did I just hear?"
Eighteen years old, a freshman in college, and he's starting his own investment company?
"Holy crap!!!"
Qin Kun was the first to snap out of his shock, slamming his hand on the table and nearly jumping up: "Young Master Ye! Uncle Ye! How many more surprises do you have in store for us? You've already started an investment company? Did you go to university just to experience life?!"
His voice trembled slightly with excitement.
Fang Yu was also shocked and couldn't recover for a long time. It was too outrageous. How could an 18-year-old freshman have so many resources? Just who are his family members?
Fang Yu finally found his voice. He put down his chopsticks, took a deep breath, and fixed Ye Fan with eyes like searchlights. His voice was filled with unprecedented seriousness and curiosity: "Old Ye, can you give us a heads-up? How much cash do you actually have at your disposal?"
Ye Fan's mystique reached its peak at this moment, and the level of his strength became a huge mystery.
They were always convinced that Ye Fan was very capable, but they didn't know exactly what level he was at.
Qin Kun slapped his thigh, adding with a mixture of envy and admiration, "Damn it! I should have known! You're already an ICBC ultra-premium private banking customer, you even have your own private banking secretary! I know the threshold, your personal financial assets must be at least over 100 million! I guess... it must be at least 500 or 600 million, right? Haha!"
He tried to ease his shock with jokes, but even he felt his heart race when he said the number.
Five or six hundred million RMB! This is an enormous fortune that is unimaginable to ordinary people.
If Ye Fan told them that he personally had far more cash at his disposal than that, even reaching a terrifying 4 billion RMB, or about 600 million USD... the people present would probably be petrified on the spot.
Looking at the shocked yet expectant expressions on everyone's faces, Ye Fan smiled faintly and said, "Old Qin's guess is pretty accurate, it's probably around 6 million."
Qin Kun and Fang Yu paused slightly.
Ye Fan then casually added the second half of the sentence, like dropping a depth charge into a calm lake: "However... the unit is US dollars."
Holy crap!!!
"Damn it!!!"
Qin Kun and Fang Yu sprang up from their chairs almost simultaneously! The chair legs scraped against the ground with a screeching sound.
The expressions on their faces instantly changed to utter shock, as if to say, "Has the world gone mad?"
US dollars? Six hundred million US dollars?
That translates to over four billion RMB.
This is a level of cash flow that is completely beyond the reach of their "second-generation" circle!
This is practically a human gold mine sitting right next to them!
Qin Fei, Lin Feng, and Wang Zhui were completely stunned! Their minds went blank, and they couldn't even utter a cry of surprise.
Their assets are nothing compared to Qin Kun and Fang Yu's; they're considered low-level in this circle.
Qin Kun and Fang Yu were already enough to make them look up to them, but they never expected that there was such a super big shot hiding by their side.
If an individual holds such a terrifying cash flow, then what kind of terrifying behemoth must his family be?
Fang Yu stared intently at Ye Fan, his eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of shock, disbelief, scrutiny, and even a hint of barely perceptible awe.
Ye Fan is just an eighteen-year-old freshman, yet his family can provide him with a cash flow of four billion. How powerful must his family be?
He did not doubt the truthfulness of Ye Fan's words.
At their level, especially since Ye Fan had just spent over 40 million in front of them, that was a testament to his strength. Fabricating such an easily exposed lie would be pointless and would only backfire.
In this circle, real ability is the passport; boasting will only make you a laughing stock.
They care more about the benefits that their asset background can bring them.
Ye Fan's willingness to speak out means that he truly has the confidence to do so, or at least he believes that those present "deserve" to know this information.
Inside the private room, only suppressed breathing and heartbeats could be heard.
Ye Fan's casual remark about "six hundred million US dollars" completely reshaped his image and status in everyone's mind.
Fang Yu believed that his family's group had a huge total asset size, but the cash that could be readily mobilized was probably not as much as Ye Fan's.
Although he has assets worth tens of billions, much of it cannot be cashed out.
A net worth of 10 billion is not uncommon in the Yangtze River Delta business community; he knows several such individuals.
But he has never seen anyone so readily produce five or six hundred million US dollars in cash flow.
Qin Kun was still in a state of high excitement after the system crashed and restarted. He gulped down a large mouthful of wine, trying to calm his nerves, but choked and coughed. After finally catching his breath, he yelled at Ye Fan, "Old Ye! God Ye! Tell me honestly, does your family own a banknote printing factory? And did they even set up a production line just for you? Fujian Province actually has a real god like you hidden away? I, Qin, was truly blind, I didn't recognize a mountain!"
His tone was exaggerated, but his shock was genuine.
Fang Yu chuckled self-deprecatingly and rubbed his temples. "Me too. I've really seen something new today."
Ye Fan's substantial "assets" certainly dealt them a heavy blow.
Qin Kun suddenly adopted a wary and fearful expression, leaned closer to Ye Fan, lowered his voice, and asked seriously, "Hey, Lao Ye, tell me honestly! Are you playing dumb here, like in those wish-fulfillment novels, waiting for a clueless idiot like me to provoke you, and then you suddenly reveal your trump card, slap me in the face, and swallow up all my family's assets?"