RPAGF Chapter 247 Shorting Zhuorui
Chapter 247 Shorting Zhuorui
The investigator greeted him.
Fu Ruoshi hadn't had a full night's sleep for a long time. He was very tired, but his shoulders and back were still straight, without the decadence of being imprisoned.
"Good morning." He nodded.
The investigator reviewed some of his personal information and then asked him again, "Mr. Fu, do your company's products monitor and collect user privacy?"
This issue is the core issue that led to Zhuo Rui being investigated.
Fu Ruoshi has been in the U.S. stock market for so many years, and he knows very well that the so-called invasion of privacy is just a cover, because no company in the world dares to say that it is innocent. Every company has a bunch of problems when it is dug up, and at most they can be divided into those with bottom lines and those without. To put it bluntly, someone is trying to frame him.
During the days of interrogation, he sorted out the cause and effect of the whole incident based on the questions raised by the investigators:
Six months ago, a batch of his products was stuck at a border crossing. To expedite clearance, he sought help from a friend at customs and used a backdoor. Shortly thereafter, someone reported him for bribing officials and alleging that his chips violated user privacy and collected financial data. The combination of bribery and data collection, coupled with his green card, made him look like a spy.
There were many of his acquaintances at Guankou, and it was common for them to have meals and exchange gifts with each other. The investigation bureau seized on this and said that he had improper financial dealings.
Before Zhuorui went public, Fu Ruoshi had done many radical things in financing and marketing in order to achieve his goals. He liquidated troublesome shareholders and failed to report tariff materials. These things could be big or small, but if nothing went wrong with the company, they would be blamed. Once something went wrong, these trivial matters would be brought up.
Fu Ruoshi considered that there were currently two options before him:
The first option was to pay him back, but he refused. He hadn't done anything wrong, so he couldn't be exploited. Furthermore, paying back the money was a minor matter. Once the accounts were linked, it would be a tacit admission of guilt. If anyone could use this as an accusation to frame him, he, Zhuo Rui, and even the entire Fu family would be exposed to controversy, leading to endless trouble.
The second is that Fu first pays to bail him out, and then waits for the results of the investigation locally. This is a long process that can take more than one or two years, during which he cannot leave the United States.
At present, the second option seems to be the safest.
After thinking it over, Fu Ruoshi repeated what he had said dozens of times, "Our company is capable of making promises to users and regulators that our products pose no risk of privacy violations."
The investigator then asked, "Did you bribe customs officials?"
"No, I just had dinner."
"How do you prove that you just had dinner?"
“There is a payment record…”
"Then tell me the name of the hotel again."
Fu Ruoshi really said it again, and his patience was second only to that of Zhui Wen Zhixia, because he knew that if he said even one word that was different from yesterday, he would be caught.
The investigators saw that this man, who was less than 30 years old, was not only very cunning, but also a tough guy.
From the time he entered the police station until now, he has been flawless, and even his expression has barely changed in the face of various inquiries.
The investigator asked a few more similar questions and eventually left with nothing.
It's midnight today.
Jincheng.
A few days later, Song Ailing was still busy trying to get Fu Ruoshi released on bail.
On weekdays, she does not have any specific work tasks. Her daily routine is to organize parties, socialize, play cards, and build relationships. She seems to be idle, but her purpose is to be able to use the people she knows when encountering such sudden crisis events.
The turning point came quietly in the dead of night.
The phone in the bedroom rang and Song Ailing picked it up immediately.
"Hello, Ai Ling." A voice with a foreign accent said, "You can come to see Ruo Shi. He can't leave the Investigation Bureau right now. Please prepare the paperwork. I'll send the details to your email."
Song Ailing's troubled brows relaxed, she said okay, and then Fu Keming came back.
"Well," Fu Keming asked Song Ailing, "can they bail me out?"
Song Ailing said, "He didn't say anything specific. He just called and said we could go see him. I guess bail is okay."
"I've always been against him setting up a company abroad," Fu Keming said impatiently. "If it were in Jincheng, I could have solved such a small matter with just a phone call. Now that he's abroad, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Even if I spend money, I still may not be able to get it done."
When Fu Ruoshi went abroad to work on his own, his whole family opposed it. Fu Keming even broke two of his belts, but it was useless.
A bird without feet cannot be kept.
Unless, its wings are clipped.
Fu Keming suddenly asked, "What is Zhuorui's current market value and stock price?"
"Why are you asking this?" Song Ailing asked, "Your son is about to go to jail, and you still have the mood to worry about this useless thing?"
Fu Keming remained silent for a long time, then spent a long time searching for information about Zhuorui on the Internet with his phone. Finally, with a heavy expression, he asked Song Ailing, "While Ruoshi is not at the company, buy some of Zhuorui's stock. Once everyone knows he's in trouble, sell the stock."
"Fu Keming, are you fucking crazy?" Song Ailing stood up suddenly, unable to control her curse words. "This is your only son! This is the company Ruoshi risked his life to build! You want to short Zhuorui? Do you want him to die? Do you want him to jump off the building?"
"He can't jump off the building," Fu Keming shook his head. "As long as Wen Zhixia is fine, he won't let himself die. That's why I never objected to them being together. That little girl is kind and gentle, and she can overcome Ruoshi's paranoid temper. Don't you think he's much more stable now than before?"
Short selling means that Fu Keming assumes that there is a problem with Zhuorui's account. Currently, Zhuorui's stock price is very high. However, Fu Ruoshi got into trouble when Zhuorui was at its peak. Once public opinion came out, naturally countless competitors wanted to short sell his company. If the Fu family entered the market to buy stocks at this time, and then bought back the stocks when Zhuorui's stock price was at its lowest and returned them to the original lender, they could still make some profit from the difference. The money would eventually return to Fu Ruoshi, but Zhuorui might not be able to be saved.
Fu Keming just wanted Fu Ruoshi to return to China, and now that he was under investigation, this was the best opportunity.
Looking at Song Ailing's angry eyes, Fu Keming did not explain.
He took out a physical examination report from his mobile phone and showed it to Song Ailing.
In the middle stage of meningioma, there are signs of further spread.
Song Ailing was stunned.
"How did it spread?" Song Ailing scolded, asking nervously, "Didn't they say it was under control before?"
"So if I die suddenly, who will take over the Fu family?" Fu Keming asked her, "Can you find me a better candidate than your son?"
Song Ailing was silent.
Fu Keming had undergone surgery for a brain tumor before, and later he received conservative treatment, which had been under control very well in the past two years. Despite this, he still had some concerns, and this was also the reason why he had been urging Fu Ruoshi to come back and take over.
But he couldn't let too many people know about his specific condition, for fear that someone would take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the Fu family.
Until a few days ago, he felt very dizzy and had constant nosebleeds, so he had to go to the hospital for a check-up.
Upon investigation, I heard the bad news.
He didn't tell anyone and began to think about his funeral in silence.
It wasn't until Zhuo Rui got into trouble these two days that he knew the best opportunity had come.
There are so many jackals staring at Zhuo Rui. Instead of letting those people eat up his son’s hard work, it is better for him to eat it himself.
"Zhuo Rui has gone public, he's already successful. There's no need for him to keep guarding this little piece of land. How can you feel at ease in a foreign land as you do at home?" Fu Keming explained calmly, "My time is running out. It doesn't matter whether he recognizes me as his father or not, but the Fu family cannot be left without care. He was born into this family, and some responsibilities are his destiny. He's already enjoyed it for almost 30 years, and he can't enjoy it forever. We don't support idlers in our family. There's no reason to eat and not work."
Song Ailing listened to Fu Keming's words and looked at the mid-term brain cancer examination results on his mobile phone. Even though she had experienced many ups and downs, she still felt like she was struck by lightning at this moment.
On one side is the huge family business, on the other side is the child’s personal ideal, which one is more important?
"Fu Keming, you're too cruel." Song Ailing thought, pointing at him with trembling hands, "Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. You're really, really a piece of shit..."
At the end of the sentence, she couldn't continue. The words in her heart were stuck in her throat and turned into a long sigh.
The next day.
The first thing Wen Zhixia did after waking up was to check her phone.
The top WeChat message was from Song Ailing: [Send me your employment certificate, and I'll get you a visa to visit Ruo Shi in the US.]