Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 1122 - 1123: Unpopular Real Daughter 66

Even without asking Fu Jie, one could guess the performance of his investment firm wouldn’t be great, otherwise, would he need investment for a new energy project?

And if Fu Jie were a brilliant investor, would Old Master Fu, who loves to show off, miss a chance to do so?

Zhang Yu knew Song Ziming was not convinced: Fortunately, at least a few projects are good.

Zhang Yu: The success rate is good.

Zhang Yu: I know you’re unconvinced, but there’s no way around it, the projects you’re interested in, sigh.

Zhang Yu felt he should give Song Ziming some advice: If possible, you should give up on the investment projects and let the investment department handle them.

Zhang Yu: The projects without your involvement seem to have a pretty high success rate.

Zhang Yu: You should focus on handling the big issues and let the professionals take care of these investment matters.

Looking at the suggestion Zhang Yu sent, Song Ziming could clearly sense Zhang Yu’s disdain.

Song Ziming poked at his phone so hard that the assistant who came in worried he might break it.

The assistant wondered about with whom Song Ziming was chatting so vigorously, Lady Song or Miss Song.

The assistant thought for a moment and decided to speak with Song Ziming later, as he seemed to be in a bad mood now and didn’t want to bump into him.

Song Ziming was furious, stomping with anger, while Zhang Yu on the other end seemed calm and unperturbed.

Zhang Yu: Investors who constantly face failures in investments are rarely happy, and even though the IT company is currently profitable, and the dividends are good, everyone wishes to earn more.

Most investors think this way, sigh, she was still soft-hearted, hoping Song Ziming could do well.

After all, if he does well, Song Weikang and others can maintain face; once Song Ziming is down on his luck, Song’s will have problems too. To restore Song’s former glory, Zhang Yu worries they might remember her as the sucker.

Fu Jie helped Zhang Yu with her luggage and heard her sigh: What’s wrong?

Why was she sighing out of the blue? Fu Jie was very curious, could Song Ziming have embarrassed Zhang Yu?

But come to think of it, it couldn’t be; Song Ziming wouldn’t offend Zhang Yu no matter whom he offended.

"I was just wondering, didn’t anyone ever tell Song Ziming that he is a paraquat?" Zhang Yu thought Song Ziming’s subordinates really were not qualified enough.

Paraquat? What’s that? Fu Jie was puzzled, not quite understanding why Zhang Yu said that.

He took out his phone to look it up, and after seeing the entry, he gave Zhang Yu a thumbs-up, "When it comes to insults, honestly, no one beats you."

"It’s not that I’m harsh, but the projects Song Ziming picks are indeed paraquat."

"I wouldn’t dare invest with him; what if my good fortune is squandered?"

Such a great reason not to collaborate with members of the Song Family, as investors inevitably have superstitions, which is quite normal.

"But of course, Young Master Fu, you have the means; these losses are bearable for you." Zhang Yu knew Fu Jie had been getting along well with Song Ziming lately, often drinking and chatting together.

Don’t ask her how she knows; too many people these days have nothing better to do and frequently share their news.

Though the headlines aren’t flattering, often saying things like down-on-their-luck CEOs comforting each other.

Zhang Yu could only be thankful; luckily Song Ziming still had a wife and confidantes, otherwise, the content would have been even more sensational.

Fu Jie quickly shook his head, "I’m very poor, I’m strapped for cash."

"I can drink and chat with Song Ziming, but I absolutely can’t refuse any opportunity to make money."

"He holds shares in the IT company, living quite comfortably."

"What do I have?"

"When he’s out of money, he can still wait for the IT company dividends." He’s still behind Song Ziming, hoping perhaps in the future he can...

"As if you don’t have dividends from the IT company." Zhang Yu recalled Fu Jie seemed to have invested as well, though she couldn’t remember how much.

"Not much, after several rounds of financing, just about 2% shares." Fu Jie waved it off, indicating he was just a very small shareholder.

Zhang Yu suddenly remembered the wedding gift Song Ziming gave to Song Qian, but wasn’t sure if Fu Jie was aware of it, "Do you know what wedding gift Song Ziming gave to Song Qian?"

"I know." Fu Jie was surprised Zhang Yu even knew about this, "1% of the IT company shares."

"Are you implying that if I married Song Qian, my shares would increase by half?"

He actually knew, "You really have turned away a billionaire heiress." Zhang Yu remarked with deep meaning.

Billionaire heiress? Fu Jie couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly, "Forget it, a billionaire heiress who spends like water."

"She said she wanted to open a buyer’s shop, claiming I don’t support her career. The wedding gift hadn’t even arrived yet, and while looking at wedding dresses, she bought a lot of clothes claiming they were inventory for the shop."

Seeing the clothes and bags Song Qian bought, Fu Jie was quite helpless, "It’s obvious they were her style, but are they really all for her?"

"She opened the buyer’s shop to serve her own wardrobe." Previously, Fu Jie did not think much of Song Qian’s so-called entrepreneurship, and it was proven he wasn’t wrong.

Zhang Yu laughed, really, no matter the circumstances, Song Qian never forgot to dress beautifully.

"Women, love beauty." Once Zhang Yu had money, she too did not forget to dress herself up.

But compared to Song Qian, who liked to wear logos, her outfits were mostly custom-made, which was one of the reasons Song Qian looked down on her, thinking her clothes too plain.

After getting in the car that picked them up, Fu Jie realized the person picking up Zhang Yu was very familiar with her; he initially thought it was someone from the proposed investment company.

But later, listening to Zhang Yu’s conversation, Fu Jie realized something was off; it was a work report.

Is this Zhang Yu’s subordinate? He hadn’t heard of Zhang Yu opening a branch, Fu Jie was utterly bewildered.

"Anyone involved in finance must maintain connections here." America is the financial center, and a finance person like Zhang Yu couldn’t avoid interactions here.

"Seems you’ve made quite a bit on the financial market."

"I assumed you focused solely on investments." Everyone knew that Zhang Yu was earning a lot in this field, didn’t expect she hadn’t abandoned her old trade.

"Investments take years to bear fruit, and do I not need to eat, drink, or support employees in the meantime?"

"Also with investments, don’t you need to invest capital?" Sometimes, Zhang Yu is also troubled by money.

"Worries about money when you don’t have any, and worries about money when you do." Zhang Yu was quite helpless, "When will I stop worrying about money."

Ah, this, Fu Jie thought, is an unsolvable issue, "Everyone says Fu’s is wealthy."

"Actually, there’s a lack of money." Zhang Yu just realized this, "Song’s, such a large company, Old Master always talks about upgrading the product, but Song Shijian never agrees. Why? Because there’s no money."