China Overseas, in the stock trading hall—

"The stock index has risen! Hahaha! If you spend 100 million, it will be effective!"

Looking at the rising stock index, Nie Weidong laughed happily.

"Yes, yes, our stocks have risen!"

Next to him, Xiong Yaohua, Udon and others were also excited and almost hugged each other and danced.

...

"Damn it, how could this happen!" The angry fat three stared at the stock index that was constantly jumping and changing.

Ma Wu asked Pang San even more worriedly: "What's wrong? There won't be any big change, Mr. Long, why didn't he take action?"

The same is true for Jiang Baichuan and Feng Wanli, looking at the big screen, I was anxious.

Although Pang San was also worried, he waved his hand and said in a big shot: "Don't worry, Young Master Long will take action. I have called him before, and he will definitely take measures and will not let that Nie Weidong win."

"Uh, I hope so." Everyone calmed down and waited for the miracle to appear.

...

At four o'clock that afternoon—

It's an hour left before the end of the stock market.

Today's stock market war without gunpowder made everyone nervous. Those fans who followed Long Jianfei's footsteps were all anxious because the stock indexes that were originally suppressed were rising and were about to return to their original price. Before, Nie Weidong took out 100 million to buy at the lowest price.

"What should I do? This war won't end like this?" Fat San blinked the smoke of gunpowder and looked at the stock index that was about to approach its original price.

"Yes, we shorted those futures, and now it's actually rising." Ma Wu whined a little unhappy, "Although I still made a little profit, it's too little."

"Yes, it's too unsatisfactory for Mr. Long!" Someone said again.

"I don't know where Nie Weidong found 100 million yuan. He threw so much money and was really worthy of being a prodigal son." Someone said astonished.

Listening to these words, Pang San's heart became even more confused.

At the beginning, Nie Weidong was surprised that he could give out 10 million, but now it is another 100 million - what kind of luck did Nie Weidong have? Could it be that person with the surname Song is really a big shot?

Thinking of this, Pang San couldn't help looking at Song Zhichao in the big customer area.

At this moment, Song Zhichao was smiling and talking to Nie Weidong, looking very happy.

Ma Wu also looked at Song Zhichao and said, "Why do you think the more you look at this guy, the more you feel treacherous - it's like a fox."

Sister Xia also looked at Song Zhichao. For her, she could no longer see through Song Zhichao from that night - what kind of man she was. Suddenly, she remembered that night her desire-immortal-death look, and couldn't help but feel even more ashamed. She quickly turned her head over, for fear that someone would discover the secret in her heart.

Just as everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, they suddenly heard someone shouting loudly: "Look, the stock index has dropped again!"

Fat San was shocked and hurriedly looked at it, sure enough—

The stock index on the big screen, which was still rising slowly, was like a spring seedling that had just sprouted. It was directly smashed down when it encountered hail.

"Hahaha! Did you see it, did you see it? I knew that Mr. Long would take action! We are going to make a big profit this time!" Fat Three laughed.

"Oh my God, I just got the news - Mr. Long invested one billion in order to short these stocks!" Sister Xia exclaimed loudly.

What, one billion?

Everyone stared wide and was shocked.

After all, in this era, what a billion represents is something that many people cannot imagine.

Since Young Master Long dares to take out one billion, then—

Needless to say more-

"Short, short it quickly!"

"The stock index is about to fall, short!"

"Take all my money out and short it!"

"I've tried it, short it!"

“Short!”

"null!!!"

Those greedy people instantly smelled the smell of money. The crazy smell of money made them fall into a state of madness.

Instantly—

There was a mess in the entire trading hall.

Jiang Baichuan, Feng Wanli and others even made up their minds and suppressed all the more than 30 million yuan in their hands - short futures!

Win, we must win!

...

Time races against time.

Just as everyone suppressed all the money they had, the stock market in Zhonghai City had fallen to an outrageous amount.

Almost all those who follow Long Jianfei are extremely excited. The lower the price of these stock indexes, the more they make - the domestic stock market is still good, and the supervision is not strong enough, such as the disaster will be the only way to harm.

Finally, today's stock market is about to end. These people were all happy, but they didn't know that they were shopping for goods in secret. All the low-priced stocks they abandoned were completely wiped out by Saul.

Saul's stock money data is still jumping wildly - 100 million, 200 million, 300 million!

The dark beasts devoured these people in the darkness, and they had just sprung into the stock market sea.

...

It's over, everything is over.

Nie Weidong closed his eyes and looked at the last falling stock index, and shed two lines of tears.

Xiong Yaohua said nothing. He left the stock market silently and looked up at the sky. The sun was so dazzling at five o'clock.

Udon and Zhou Guang and others left with a wry smile. They were going to drink and get drunk. Only in this way can they forget everything that happened in a few days and forget this thrilling failure.

Nie Weidong sobbed, and tears kept pouring out.

He tried his best and even spent 100 million yuan, but he still lost in the end.

He never expected that Long Jianfei would be so cruel that he could afford to spend a billion in order to defeat him.

One billion.

Once again, Nie Weidong tasted the failure.

It seemed like I lost everything that time.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I couldn't win." Nie Weidong finally plucked up the courage, wiped away tears with the back of his hand, and turned around and said to Song Zhichao who was looking at him.

Song Zhichao looked at Nie Weidong with a sad face and said, "But you have tried your best after all."

"No, it's my fault." Nie Weidong choked and said, "I should tell you that the stock market here is different from your Hong Kong. It's the prey of the jungle. As long as you have money, you can call the wind and rain in the stock market and do whatever you want."

After pausing, Nie Weidong said with red eyes: "Long Jianfei's wealth is great. From the beginning, we couldn't beat him. I was unwilling to give up - but it was my unwillingness that harmed you and caused you to lose 100 million."

Song Zhichao didn't say anything, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Isn't your idol that stock god?"

Nie Weidong: “…”

I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't understand what Song Zhichao suddenly mentioned this.

Song Zhichao continued: "Your idol once said, there is something in this world that can defeat money. Do you know what it is?"

Nie Weidong thought for a moment, shook his head, saying that he didn't know.

Song Zhichao said word by word: "Power!" He looked at the stock trading hall where the crowd was dissipating, "Only power is something that money cannot defeat. On the contrary, in the face of power, money will be wiped out in an instant!"

Nie Weidong didn't understand what Song Zhichao said meant.

But I felt that Song Zhichao's eyes became sharper, more sharp, more vicious—

It seems like a different person,
Chapter completed!