Outside the Hong Kong Stock Market—

A black Bentley sedan was parked outside the trading building.

Niu Xiong, who acted as a driver, got out of the car and walked to the left to help open the door. The bald man Jin Jiu got out of the car with a smile, threw a pack of cigarettes to Niu Xiong and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Chao gave it to me!"

Niu Xiong smiled and put the box of cigarettes into his pocket. Seeing this, Jin Jiu said, "Remember to open it yourself!"

Niu Xiong immediately understood what it meant, so he hurriedly held the top of the car door with a smile to prevent the encounter and welcomed Song Zhichao to get out of the car.

Song Zhichao dressed up very energetic today. He combed his hair backwards. His sideburns were shaved very short, and he looked energetic.

Obviously, she was used to Niu Xiong's service. Song Zhichao got out of the car and looked up at the sky. The sun was approaching noon, shining brightly, making people feel very warm, and there was no winter at all.

Song Zhichao still likes Hong Kong very much. To be precise, he likes the climate in Hong Kong. If it were the Soviet Union, it would not be worth the life of people, and he would not stay here even if he was beaten to death.

When Song Zhichao got out of the car, Jin Jiu took the initiative to take out a black windbreaker, shook it open, and helped Song Zhichao put it on his body. Then he patted the wrinkled area on the windbreaker with his hand.

Niu Xiong was a little surprised when he saw Jin Jiu's small move, and thought to himself that Brother Jiu looked very happy today. Could it be that Brother Chao gave a lot of rewards this time? He couldn't wait to see how much money was stuffed in the cigarette box.

In fact, since they came to Hong Kong to follow Song Zhichao, both Niu Xiong and Jin Jiu have made a fortune. Not to mention that Song Zhichao pays them about 20,000 or 30,000 yuan a month, and each tip reward is in units of 10,000 yuan. Therefore, in just over half a year, they were already worth one million yuan. This time, it seems that Song Zhichao made a fortune in the stock market. They don’t know how much of this fortune is, but from the morning to now, Song Zhichao looks very happy. Then, as usual, Song Zhichao habitually likes to put the tips in a cigarette box and throw them to them.

Why did Song Zhichao do this instead of throwing the check directly to them? The reason is that Song Zhichao treats them as his own family. Of course, he should be casual and natural.

Niu Xiong was full of doubts, but Jin Jiu was filled with excitement that could not be hidden, and even quirkyly flattered Song Zhichao: "Brother Chao, once you put on your cloak, you are more handsome than Chow Yun-fat."

"Is that so? Are you missing sunglasses? By the way, you have to hold a toothpick in your mouth." Song Zhichao also joked with Jin Jiu.

Niu Xiong was curious. How much money did Brother Chao give me this time? It was so exciting to see the bald man.

"Don't forget to take the suitcase and let's go up!" Song Zhichao said to Jin Jiu, then tidied up his clothes and walked towards the stock trading building.

Jin Jiu was right behind, took a big box from the car, then patted the box, followed Song Zhichao happily, and chased after him quickly.

...

Seeing Jin Jiu accompanying Song Zhichao toward the building in the stock trading hall, Niu Xiong, as the driver, hurried into the car and didn't bother to park the car in the nearby parking lot first, but took out the box of cigarettes from his arms.

Cigarettes are Jian brand cigarettes, white, soft packaging, with the words "KENT" printed on them. Many Hong Kong celebrities like to eat this kind of cigarette.

The cigarette was obviously opened, Niu Xiong opened the cigarette box directly and looked inside - Sure enough, there was a check stuffed inside.

So Niu Xiong stretched out his thick fingers with difficulty and picked up the check.

"How much money will it be?" Niu Xiong murmured to himself, then opened the check with his hands, staring at the bull's eyes-

Immediately, he was stunned.

His mouth was wide open, staring at the series of zeros on the check - he had counted three times and confirmed that they were 6 zeros - this was a million check!

At this moment, Niu Xiong felt his throat dry and his heart was even more pounding.

One million reward!

How is that possible?

Could it be that the boss made a fortune this time?

For Niu Xiong, who came to Hong Kong to work from the mainland, he doesn't understand stocks or stock investments, but it seems that Song Zhichao really made a lot of money this time.

If you reward yourself with one million at a time, how much money did Boss Song make this time?

Niu Xiong, can't imagine it.

...

Compared to yesterday's stock trading market, today's hall seems dead.

Song Zhichao walked along the way with Jin Jiu, and almost everything he saw was complaining and cried with his head.

Stepping on the thick stock waste paper under my feet, a gust of wind blew, and the waste paper was blown up by the wind, and some fell to Song Zhichao. Song Zhichao swept it with his hands, and felt that it seemed like a huge cemetery in front of him, and all the money fell were all falling.

"It's gone, it's gone!" A short and fat man squatted on the ground, rubbing his face and crying.

"I've compensated, I've paid it all! What should I do? "A man wearing glasses also squatted on the ground, grabbing his hair hard.

"Hahaha, hahaha!" A crazy man stood on the table, shouting in a disordered manner, crying and laughing.

Song Zhichao took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose, making him feel a little uncomfortable with the strange aura of the trading hall.

Just as Song Zhichao paused for a moment and was about to walk towards his VIP room, suddenly, a person rushed out from beside him and grabbed Song Zhichao like crazy.

Fortunately, Jin Jiu, who was waiting beside Song Zhichao, reacted quickly enough and directly blocked Song Zhichao and pushed the man out in one move.

The man was a fat man, but he was pushed by Jin Jiu, who was born with divine power, and squatted on the ground.

He didn't care about his dignity or dignity, and whether he was embarrassed to lose it, the fat white man knelt on the ground and climbed to Song Zhichao's side, grabbed Song Zhichao's trouser legs with his hands and cried bitterly: "Please save me, Mr. Song! Save me! I don't want to die!"

Only then did Song Zhichao see clearly what the other party looked like, but he was an old player in the stock market nicknamed "Larrow Ointment". Because he was too cunning, he harmed many people when trading stocks. This time, Larrow Ointment was even more colluding with Luo Yonghui and his group of people. Not only did he ridicule Song Zhichao for being "overpowered" and waiting to go to the fore, he also joined Luo Yonghui's team to snipe Song Zhichao. He invested about more than one million yuan and started to make a lot of money. Now the Soviet Union suddenly disintegrated, the stock market index was soaring. He was about to stop, so he vomited blood.

If you want to say that this lard ointment is not enough. In order to make a lot of money, he also borrowed usury this time, hoping to make a big profit with the "stock market prodigy" Luo Yonghui. Unexpectedly, the stock market prodigy is no longer awesome this time, and he, an old fry, also fell into it.

When he thought that he would be killed by usury, he didn't care much about lard ointment and asked for help from the "big winner" in this stock market war and Song Zhichao, who was "deserved to be a god in one fell swoop".

"Mr. Song, I know you made a lot of money this time. Save me and help me. You only need to give me 100 million and I will be able to recover. At that time, I will definitely not forget your great kindness!" Lard Ointment hugged Song Zhichao's legs and said crying.

Song Zhichao sighed and said, "Since you are a stock investor, you should know that the stock market is ruthless, especially when you are a person, don't be too greedy - so, I'm sorry, I can't help you!"

Song Zhichao knew that as long as he agreed to help, it would immediately cause chemical effects. It is estimated that those who lost money in the entire stock market would ask for their help. By then, it would be out of control.

Seeing that Song Zhichao was about to leave, "No!" Lard Ointment hugged Song Zhichao's thighs tightly, "I know, Mr. Song, I was wrong before, I shouldn't laugh at you, I shouldn't mock you, nor should I snipe your investment with those bastards - now I know that I'm wrong. If you think I'm not sincere enough, I can lick your shoes. Look, how good I licked it!" After that, he saw that Lard Ointment really held Song Zhichao's leather shoes, stuck out his tongue, and licked it squirtly.

Song Zhichao: “…”

I have seen such things on TV and movies in the past. I didn’t expect that there was really something about licking my shoes in reality. What I didn’t expect was that the person who seemed to be "powerful" would be himself.

Seeing that everyone around him was looking at him, and lard ointment was still licking his shoes with a flattering smile, Song Zhichao hurriedly took his feet back and said, "You can fail in life, but you can't be without dignity!" With disgust for people like lard ointment, Song Zhichao stepped mercilessly towards his office.

Song Zhichao knew that from the moment he pulled his legs and left, his name would be labeled as "cold-blooded" and "ruthless".

But the mall is the battlefield.

Be kind to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Just imagine, if it was yourself who failed today and you lost everything, what would someone like lard ointment do?

Thinking of this, Song Zhichao's heart, which had just become soft, suddenly became as hard as iron.

Only with a stern heart can one be a real man!
Chapter completed!