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Chapter 583: Chapter 583: The curtain rises

\'Who would you most like to bump into?\'

\'George Clooney,\' she replied quickly.

Feng Yiping was speechless. That was a guy that women of all ages, from 80 to 8, would like.

\'What\'s wrong?\' Ma Ling laughed, \'Jealous?\'

\'Why? Would I be jealous of a middle-aged man? Let\'s see if he still has the energy to spend the whole day playing with you like I do.\' Comrade Lao Qiao is already 40 this year.

\'Haha, you said you weren\'t jealous. Besides, I\'m the one playing with you,\' Ma Ling corrected.

It was a rainy day on the 8th, so they just stayed in the hotel room.

It was a busy day. In theory, the election results should have been announced that day. However, this time, such a serious matter was treated like a child\'s play.

At 2 a.m., mainstream media such as CNN scrambled to release the news: \'Bush wins the crucial Florida election.\' Immediately afterwards, various websites put the headline \'Bush elected 54th President\' on the front page. Even Al Gore believed it and called Bush to admit defeat.

Immediately afterwards, the leaders of Germany, Japan, Russia and other countries who had learned the news sent congratulatory telegrams to President-elect Bush.

But at 3:30 pm, a dramatic scene occurred. The Florida prosecutor informed the Gore camp that due to the extremely close vote between him and Bush in Florida, which was less than 0.5%, a recount must be conducted according to law.

At this point, the first thing that Gore, who had been saved from a desperate situation, did was to cancel the phone call he had made to Bush more than half an hour earlier to admit defeat.

And those heads of state who had rushed to send congratulatory messages to Bush had to embarrassingly retract their previous congratulatory messages.

And amidst all this, the mainstream media, which bore a large part of the responsibility, were also arguing with each other at this time, and the ugliest page in American \'constitutional politics\' was revealed to the world in such a ridiculous and funny way.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Ma Ling dragged Feng Yiping back from the restaurant and said, \'Let\'s go to bed,\'

This was real sleep. Listening to the intermittent rain outside the window, the two of them fell asleep quietly.

When they woke up again, they didn\'t know what time it was. Feng Yiping didn\'t open his eyes. He reached over to the side and felt for someone, but there was no one there. He sat up and looked over to see that on the balcony, Ma Ling was sitting in a chair with her knees in her hands, quietly and dreamily looking outside. Her back looked quite lonely.

\'Hey,\' Feng Yiping called out, and Ma Ling turned her head. Her normally cold face immediately came to life. \'You\'re awake? Shall we go for a walk?\'

Feng Yiping, like an old-fashioned British gentleman, held an umbrella as he walked with Ma Ling through the rain-washed Hollywood. Ma Ling took his hand and didn\'t say a word.

In fact, from that afternoon until now, apart from talking about environmental protection and the website, all they had talked about was the events unfolding before them, their pasts and other details, which they had tacitly agreed not to mention.

Although their time together had been relaxed and enjoyable, before they parted, Ma Ling, who had been acting carefree, was still a little down.

This was not good, and something had to be done to cheer her up. \'Where can we go to take a photo with that sign?\' Feng Yiping asked, pointing his umbrella at the huge Hollywood sign on the hill.

This seems like a very silly question, and of course the best place to go is near it, but that area is strictly off limits.

Ma Ling peers around like a monkey and says, \'Let\'s go to the Griffith Observatory. It\'s right opposite the sign and a great place to take pictures.\'

\'Okay, whatever you say,\'

Griffith Observatory, also on top of a mountain, is indeed a great place for taking pictures. Not only can you take a group photo with the Hollywood sign, but you can also overlook the panoramic view of Los Angeles. Looking at this spectacular scenery, Ma Ling was very happy and smiled, asking a middle-aged man to take a group photo of them in various poses.

On the night before they parted, time was naturally precious. Apart from discussing the arrangements for the free rice website, the rest of the time they were constantly fighting.

Usually it went something like this: in the middle of a fierce struggle, Ma Ling suddenly put her arms around Feng Yiping\'s waist, immobilising him. \'I think the biggest problem is still promotion. Can we discuss it with Yahoo! and ask them to help us promote us for free on their website?\'

Then, without waiting for Feng Yiping to reply, she put her hands around Feng Yiping\'s neck, tilted her head and whispered in his ear, "Go on.\'

After a while, her hands moved down to Feng Yiping\'s waist again, "How about I contact some units in Washington first?\'

or, \'Should I start by promoting it at the university?\'

After a few times, Feng Yiping, who is good-natured, got annoyed and picked up a piece of clothing on the bed to symbolically tie up her hands. He admonished her with a bitter smile, \'I\'m saying, when you\'re working, can you concentrate a little?\'

Ma Ling looked at him and smiled sweetly, twisting her body. Her originally ethereal appearance, coupled with her current body movements and expression, was simply seductive!

This annoying yet charming demon!

The battle was in full swing when the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. Ma Ling wrapped her arms and legs around Feng Yiping, \'Don\'t, ignore it,\'

Feng Yiping had the same attitude. No matter how important the matter was, he could ignore it at this moment. However, the phone stubbornly rang again and again. By the fourth time, the two of them stopped helplessly.

Feng Yiping calmed down a bit, so that his breathing wasn\'t so rapid, and then answered the phone, \'What\'s up, Mr Li?\'

\'Sorry Yiping, for calling you so late, but there was an unusual situation in the market today, and I\'m not sure what to do, so I wanted to discuss it with you,\'

In fact, when he saw his phone, Feng Yiping understood what he was talking about. It seemed that in Hong Kong, the long-planned drama had officially begun.

Yes, on the day of the \'difficult birth\' of the US election, Hong Kong, too, had something that was officially staged under the careful arrangement of some institutions.

China Mobile, which had just made its second placement last month, was performing very well at this time, with a slight increase compared to before the placement, which made many fund managers and institutions jump for joy.

However, despite the positive stock price and the absence of any negative news in the market, the financial analysts at Credit Suisse First Boston suddenly and dramatically lowered the bank\'s previous target price estimate for China Mobile stock on that day, from an optimistic view of 76 yuan per share in October to 49 yuan.

Experts, journalists, and investors were baffled by this sudden move, and all kinds of speculations were flying around. What they didn\'t know was that in the week leading up to the 8th, the short selling value of China Mobile in the market had skyrocketed for no reason.

From the 1st to the 7th, the proportion of short selling value to the number of shares traded was as high as about 14%.

In the absence of any adverse information, it is very unreasonable to invest heavily in short selling the shares of such a company with outstanding performance and strong strength.

Li Ruiyuan was unsure about such an important matter. Should he take action or remain inactive?

Ma Ling, who was closely following Feng Yiping, listened curiously as Feng Yiping and Li Ruiyuan communicated in Cantonese, a language she did not understand. Her hand, which had been on Feng Yiping\'s body, kept wandering mischievously.

\'Regarding this stock, we should do nothing for now. You should sell those stocks for short-term trading as I requested before and do your best to get the money back. Do you understand? By the way, how is the loan application going with President Bao?\'

This time, Feng Yiping planned to invest as much capital as possible in addition to his own funds. It was not easy to transfer domestic capital, so the two companies in Hong Kong would have to provide financing.

\'Very smoothly. The loans for the magazine and my side have all been put in place,\'

In such a super-developed financial region as Hong Kong, Feng Yiping\'s two companies with a simple shareholder structure and no loans at all are really very unusual. Banks have long been doing their work, especially now that the magazine is becoming more and more profitable, and it is the target of public relations efforts by multiple banks.

So, when they finally heard that they had financing needs, everything went very quickly.

\'That\'s good. Forget about the other companies, let\'s just sit back and watch for now,\'

\'Okay, I\'ll remember that,\' In Li Ruiyuan\'s mind, Feng Yiping\'s decision was seen as prudent.

Feng Yiping slammed the phone down on the bedside table and grabbed Ma Ling\'s mischievous hand, \'I\'ll show you what I can do to you!\'