Crowned as the New Generation Stock God of Hong Kong!

Inside a luxurious private room at the Haicheng Grand Restaurant and Nightclub.

Xiang Zhiqiu introduced an esteemed guest to Chen Hao: "Chen Hao, allow me to introduce you. This is Mr. Zheng Yutong, the helm of New World Development Group."

Chen Hao wore a gentle smile and responded, "Mr. Zheng, I have long admired your great reputation. It is a true honor to finally meet you in person today!"

Hearing this, Zheng Yutong laughed heartily and said, "Little Chen, recently I have frequently heard wonderful tales about you. I hear that you have made quite a name for yourself in the Hong Kong stock market, hailed as a new generation of the 'God of Stocks,' and some even honor you as the 'Stock Immortal,' reputed to be able to foretell with just a brief calculation which stock is about to rise and which is destined to fall."

What Zheng Yutong described was far from untrue; currently, numerous investors indeed held Chen Hao in the highest esteem, viewing him as the new generation of the "Hong Kong God of Stocks."

And the moniker "Stock Immortal" had stemmed from a wager between him and Chen Bing.

Although initially the bet between Chen Hao and Chen Bing was known to few, as the saying goes, paper cannot wrap up fire.

Before long, this gamble had spread like ripples on water.

Everyone learned that in his contest with Chen Bing, Chen Hao had accurately predicted the fluctuations of Fuxiang Land's stock price, ultimately forcing Chen Bing to reluctantly cede half of Tachang Land's equity.

For a time, Chen Bing became the laughingstock of the town, while Chen Hao was celebrated as a legend of the stock market.

"Haha!"

Chen Hao offered an awkward smile, attempting to downplay his achievements with a modest attitude. "You flatter me. I am not nearly that clever."

"Predicting correctly once or twice might be attributed to the favor of good fortune; but to be able to divine everything with such precision every time, surely this cannot be mere luck!"

Zheng Yutong responded to Chen Hao's modesty with a smile at the corner of his lips: "You need not be so humble. We are all our own people here."

"Indeed, Little Chen!"

Li Chaoren chimed in with a beaming smile, "Stop being so modest with us."

"Your recent move of bottom-fishing Cheung Kong Holdings can truly be called a stroke of genius, one that even I must concede I cannot match."

His words carried sincere admiration, yet deep down inside, this old fox actually detested Chen Hao with a burning hatred.

However, he was a master of statecraft and skilled at concealing his emotions; he would never show the slightest dissatisfaction toward Chen Hao in public.

And the words of praise he spoke were indeed not entirely polite flattery.

Regarding Chen Hao's precise bottom-fishing operation with Cheung Kong Holdings, he was genuinely filled with admiration in his heart.

After all, he had not leaked the slightest hint of information to the outside world, yet Chen Hao seemed to have insight into the future, following closely behind to bottom-fish with impeccably timed execution.

Coupled with Chen Hao's past series of astonishing investment performances, Li Chaoren knew very well in his heart that this move by Chen Hao was probably not just a simple stroke of blind luck, but highly likely the result of having detected certain crucial clues far in advance.

Yet what baffled him beyond measure was that, given how low-profile and secretive his own actions had been, how could Chen Hao have precisely bottom-fished at the exact same time and resolutely dumped the shares of Cheung Kong Holdings at the most advantageous moment?

This series of operations was as astonishingly miraculous as divine assistance!

"Hehe, Mr. Li!"

A smile hung on Chen Hao's face.

"To tell the truth, my hands were a bit tight recently, so I just dabbled a little in your Cheung Kong Holdings."

"Please don't laugh at my clumsiness."

"You won't harbor a grudge against me for this, will you?"

A cunning glint flashed in Chen Hao's eyes as he smiled at Li Chaoren.

"Haha!"

Li Chaoren laughed heartily and replied, "How could that be! Your operation relied on genuine skill. Regarding your bottom-fishing move, I have nothing but respect in my heart!"

Yet behind that laughter, Li Chaoren's heart was already churning like a stormy sea.

This detestable Chen Hao had successfully bottom-fished Cheung Kong Holdings this time, causing him to miss out on a massive profit.

Deep down, Li Chaoren had already etched this debt into his memory, silently vowing to himself: One day, I will surely make Chen Hao pay the price and let him taste the bitterness of losing everything!

"Hehe!"

Xiang Zhiqiu raised a smile, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere. "Let us temporarily set this topic aside, gentlemen."

"Let us continue to drink and make merry!"

He raised the wine glass in his hand to signal the others.

The guests present responded enthusiastically, each raising their own glasses. For a moment, the aroma of wine filled the air and the atmosphere became warm and lively.

However, what Guo Desheng held in his hand was not alcohol, but a cup of non-alcoholic beverage.

Plagued by heart disease, he was unable to partake in the pleasures of drinking.

The present year was 1987, and no one could foresee that three years later, in 1990, Guo Desheng would pass away due to a recurrence of his heart disease.

By then, the three founders of the "Haicheng Club" would have all departed, and the organization would consequently exist in name only.

At this banquet, Chen Hao used his unique charm to quickly mingle with prominent figures in the real estate world such as Zheng Yutong and Guo Desheng, beginning to address Zheng Yutong respectfully as "Uncle Tong" and Guo Desheng as "Uncle Sheng."

And Zheng Yutong, Guo Desheng, and the others, much like Xiang Zhiqiu, affectionately called Chen Hao "Little Chen."

As the gathering drew to a close, considering that Chen Hao did not have a car, Xiang Zhiqiu offered to drive him back.

"Little Chen!" Xiang Zhiqiu said to Chen Hao with a smile full of warmth, "You should consider purchasing a car."

"Indeed, I have had the same thought," Chen Hao replied with a slight nod.

He also planned to purchase a property of his own in Hong Kong; after all, staying indefinitely as a guest at a friend's place was hardly appropriate.

Therefore, owning both a private car and real estate was an absolute necessity for him.

"Speaking of this matter, do you know how to drive a right-hand drive vehicle?"

Xiang Zhiqiu asked with concern, "You must realize that cars in Hong Kong are all right-hand drive, completely different from the mainland."

Chen Hao was momentarily stunned, then smiled and replied, "Not yet, but it's no matter; I can hire a professional chauffeur."

"That makes sense," Xiang Zhiqiu nodded in agreement. "I will help you scout out a reliable driver when the time comes."

Chen Hao expressed his gratitude: "Then let me thank you in advance, Uncle Qiu."

Xiang Zhiqiu waved his hand with a hearty laugh: "No need for such courtesy with me. This time, thanks to you, I also made a handsome sum. A small matter like this is not worth mentioning."

Before long, Xiang Zhiqiu's driver brought Chen Hao back to his current residence.

"Little Chen, you might want to consider firmly grasping the leadership of Tachang Land into your own hands!"

Xiang Zhiqiu offered these earnest words of advice.

"You must know that among the properties under Tachang Land's name, there are numerous luxury mansions."

"Once you control Tachang Land, those luxury estates will be yours to choose from as your dwelling place."

In truth, Chen Hao was already well aware of this without waiting for Xiang Zhiqiu to point it out.

As the largest shareholder holding 50% of Tachang Land's equity, he possessed the full capability and qualification to seize control of the company.

"Thank you for your concern and reminder, Uncle Qiu!"

Chen Hao replied gratefully, "I have decided to head directly to Tachang Group tomorrow to officially take over the reins of Tachang Land."

"Goodnight, Uncle Qiu."

With those words, Chen Hao bid farewell to Xiang Zhiqiu and returned to the place where he and Li Zhi lived together.