After running in a nearby park for an hour, Fu Song took the water handed over by Chrys, fed two puffs, threw the bottle to him, and asked, "How were the two drunks last night?"

Chrys was still wearing a suit and ran with Fu Song all the way, but his face was not red and he was not angry. "My friend from the police station said that those two guys and Mr. Ando's bodyguard came out last night."

Fu Song took a towel to wipe his sweat and said, "Where are those two people coming from? Where are they working?"

"Jason and James jointly run a small investment bank on Wall Street, and oh, it's a coincidence that their company is in the same building as you."

Seeing Ando Kiyoko coming over panting, Fu Song handed her a bottle of water, turned around and continued to ask: "It's also a brokerage firm? How large is it?"

Chrys shook his head and said, "I don't understand this very much, but it is said that those two guys are lucky recently and have made a lot of money."

Kiyoko Ando took a sip of water very ladylikely and asked with a smile: "Mr. Fu, are you going to vent your anger for me? I will take back what I said last night, you are a real man!"

Fu Song glanced at her wet chest and smiled and said, "My wife knows best if I am a man, so I won't have to worry about Miss Qingzi."

Kiyoko Ando turned sideways slightly, blocking his gaze behind him, tilting his slender neck towards Chaoyang, and smilingly said, "Fu Jun, brother is brother, I am me. Even if he is my only biological brother, he cannot control my life."

Her long eyelashes were shining in the sun, like two colorful butterfly wings. Fu Song couldn't help but squint his eyes and said, "It's the best."

Mira is the front desk lady at Yuantu Investment's New York office. She rarely does the job of receiving customers and spends most of her time serving the company's employees, such as making a cup of strong coffee or calling to order lunch for them.

"Lucas, your coffee." Mira gently placed the coffee at Lucus's hand and deliberately bent down, allowing the golden hair to sweep across Lucas' ears.

Lucas stared at the stock data on the computer screen, and had no idea about Mira's enthusiasm, and said casually: "Thank you."

Mira couldn't help but feel disappointed, glared at the back of Lucas' head, and cursed in a low voice. The blond hair, which was envious to others, shook back and twisted her waist to walk towards the front.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure standing at the door of the company, and immediately showed an intoxicating smile on her face, and said enthusiastically: "Boss, I am so happy to see you. Do you want a cup of coffee?"

Fu Song has been here for a while, and the reason why he didn't go in immediately was because he discovered something different.

When I came last time, before I could reach the door, I could hear the company full of noises. Although it was not very quiet, at least no one was yelling.

"Your name is Mira?" Fu Song had a little impression of Mira. Her flowing blonde hair was easy to remember.

Mira said in surprise: “Boss, do you know me?”

Fu Song smiled and changed the subject: "What happened to the company? Why is it so quiet?"

Mira was secretly happy that she was remembered by the big boss. Boss was young and rich, if she could follow him...

After hearing Fu Song's inquiry, he quickly explained: "The company changed two weeks ago, and I don't know where to get one... Well, it looks like a mechanical octopus in a science fiction movie. It was connected to the computer, and then it started to move by itself. I have to admit that it was amazing."

Fu Song suddenly realized that it must be the system that Peter Fei invented was ready, and smiled at Mira and said, "Miss Mira, give me a cup of coffee."

Holding coffee and following the sound of Mira saying "slap" was heard, the employees were sitting in front of the screen without even noticed his arrival.

Tan Bingliang received a call from Mira and rushed out of the office, "Mr. Fu, why are you here?"

In front of Fu Song was the machine that kept making "slap" sounds. Mira described it very vividly, and it was indeed like a mechanical octopus in a science fiction movie. Seven or eight metal rods were connected to one end with wires, and the other end was poking quickly on the keyboard of the securities market quotation machine.

Slap sex....

Fu Song stared at the mechanical arm for less than a minute, then felt his eyes sore, and rubbed them hard, saying, "I haven't been here for a long time, just take a look. Is this thing useful?"

Tan Bingliang smiled and said, "This system is much better than manual labor. The data acquisition efficiency is at least twice as high as manual order reporting. It is worth spending 100,000 US dollars!"

Fu Song pointed to the ceiling and asked, "How is Peter Fei going there?"

Tan Bingliang's smile froze and said embarrassedly: "He upgraded the database half a month ago, and he stole a lot of orders from me during this period."

Fu Song snorted, "The Jews are very smart and can't do business that loses money. I guess it would be like this when he promised so well."

Tan Bingliang nodded and said, "Actually, I have this kind of mental preparation, but the result is worse than I guess."

Fu Song patted his arm and said, "There are opportunities to make money, there is no need to compete with him for a long time. Moreover, I am more worried about current program transactions. Think about it, everyone decides to buy and sell orders through program algorithms. What do you think if the program gets nervous one day and there are massive sell orders in the market?"

Tan Bingliang was a little disbelief and shook his head and said, "The probability of this situation is almost zero, but if it really happens... it shouldn't happen."

Fu Song smiled and said, "I don't know if it will happen, but we are in this industry, we must be lenient and make the worst plans. So, Lao Tan, although programmatic transactions are good things, machines are dead, and only people are alive. You must keep a close eye on the data and computers. You cannot place all hopes on data and computers."

"Hey hey hey!" Fu Song's words were half a reminder and half a warning, which made Tan Bingliang sweat.

He now has control over Fu Song's small wealth. The funds he can mobilize can bury him alive several times. If the money goes wrong in his hands, if Fu Song doesn't need to say anything, Lu Renhe will bury him alive first.

Boss Lu can definitely do this!

"Is it very hot? No, the weather has been quite cool these two days, and I'm wearing a coat." Fu Song naturally didn't know what Tan Bingliang was thinking. The words just now were purely giving him a vaccination. When October, he would ask Tan Bingliang to stop the programmatic transactions and resume all manual transactions.
Chapter completed!