Chapter 913: The problem of money (1)

Chen's old house.
Seeing the opening price of Mu's stock on the screen, Chen Ziming laughed loudly. Compared with yesterday, the price of Mu's stock fell by nearly 5 percentage points.
"Mu Tianye, Mu Tianye, this time, really God wants you, then don't blame me for being ruthless." Take the phone on the table and dial the number of his confidant, Chen Ziming ordered, "Continue to buy today, The total price can be twice that of yesterday."
"But..." The man at the other end of the phone was obviously a bit embarrassed. "Chen Chen, we don't have much cash."
The skinny dead camel is bigger than the horse. Although the market value of the Mu Group has shrunk seriously, but because of the large amount of stocks, if Chen Ziming wants to fully grasp Muhammad in his own hands, it is definitely a very big effort.
The money that Goldman has given him has been mostly used for the acquisition and merger of small and medium-sized companies. Now there are not many funds left, and in order to satisfy a private desire, he bought Muhammad this time.
"Then throw some of my stock out again!"
"But, if you throw it again, the proportion of stocks you control will be less than 25%. If other shareholders have moved, Chen will be in the hands of others?" his voice reminded him deeply.
Chen Ziming frowned. "I will call you after ten minutes."
Of course, he didn't want to lose his family's property because he swallowed Muhammad. But at this time, if he doesn't throw stocks, where does he get cash?
Hanging up the phone, Chen Ziming puts his hand in his trouser pocket, walks back and forth in the study room, walks back and forth for two laps, finally stops, returns to the desk, opens the computer and calls up a document.
This one is the financial statement of Goldman Sachs Construction Group. The eyes look at the last amount of the report for a moment. Chen Ziming raises his right hand and gently taps the desktop next to the mouse.
For a moment, straight up, took a phone and dialed a phone.
"Director Zhou, it is me, Chen Ziming."
"Hello, Mr. Chen, are you so late, are you having anything?"
"You immediately transferred 400 million to get to my account."
"This..." The finance director at the other end of the phone was obviously hesitant. "I don't quite understand, you mean... your private account?"
"You don't misunderstand, this is not misappropriation of public funds." Chen Ziming sneered out, "It's just a means of business. Let the other party think that we have no money on our accounts. After a few days, I will return the money." ""
The chief financial officer did not immediately agree, "But... is this not in line with the rules?"
That’s four hundred million. How can Chen Ziming give him money on a phone call, and if the head office pursues it, how can he explain it to him?
"So..." Chen Ziming’s voice cooled down. "Are you rejecting my order?"
"Chen Chen, don't misunderstand, I don't mean that."
"I appreciate your professional ethics, but... I want to remind you that you are just a financial controller. At work, you must obey my arrangements."
Chen Ziming has a strong tone, and there is no shortage of threats. The financial director certainly does not want to make a joke about his career. He can only compromise with him.
"Chen Chen, you misunderstood, I... I am also thinking about work, of course, not obeying your arrangements. I will do what you want, but... you need to give me a call file."