"No, we will continue to sell goods before Justin gave the order." Paul's eyes showed a trace of struggle, and then he immediately shot out a trace of determination.

It was not the first day that he entered the financial market. The risks of this market. From the time he followed Justin to do his first futures on the first day, he remembered the feeling that his heartbeat was almost stopping. This is a battlefield without gunpowder, a battlefield without blood. You must try your best to breathe more than others. As long as you breathe more, you will survive. This is what Justin said to him that day, and he has been imprinted in his mind.

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"Mr. Li, the Hang Seng Index has now risen to 26,100 points. What do we do now? Are we going to continue shopping?" On the other side of the trading hall, a middle-aged man sitting in front of the computer was sweating heavily on his forehead, and his hands were constantly shaking when he was calling.

"How many more goods are available?"

"Another million is coming out, do we want it?"

"Not notify me, we're going to ship the goods soon." The other end of the phone had a thin hair, a majestic look on his face, and a businessman in his eyes. The old man looked at the number of words displayed on the computer screen on his desk, and immediately ordered decisively

"Li...Li...Mr. Li, what did you say?..." The young man's voice almost changed.

"I'll ask you to ship the goods immediately, have you heard?" the old man on the other end of the phone said angrily, "I'll send it out immediately, have you heard?"

"Yes...yes, we'll ship the goods right away." The young man hurriedly hung up the phone and issued a shipping order to the few next to him in unison.

Almost the same time

"Mr. Zheng, what should we do now?"

"Out of now" Hong Kong's famous rich man Zheng Yu looked at the prominent Hang Seng Index trend chart on the computer screen in front of him with a pale face. The veins on the forehead of the old man who has always been so kind-hearted all showed, almost shouting at the phone

“Yes…yes…”

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"Mr. Guo, what should we do now?"

"Out, let out... I didn't cough immediately when I heard it..." The chairman of Guo Group ordered almost angrily. Before he could hang up the phone, he started coughing constantly.

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"Mr. Huo, are we still going to buy goods?"

"**Your mother, I'm asking you for such a high price for free. You won't look at the trend. If you don't sell it now, do you want me to die, right?" The most famous hot-tempered rich man in Hong Kong almost wanted to turn over his desk and scold him in the phone.

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Yang Jincheng's whole body was almost completely wet with sweat. His eyes kept turning between the current index trend curve and time. The blue veins on his forehead were completely blown up due to tension.

Twenty-six thousand one hundred and fifty points

When she saw this number, Yang Jincheng finally breathed a sigh of fierce smile on his face, "Yang Zheng, there are twenty minutes left, I see how you die with me..."

"bell……"

However, just before he finished speaking, his phone suddenly rang sharply

"Mr. Yang, we can't stand it immediately when our funds are almost insufficient."

"I'll send the funds in immediately"

As soon as Yang Jincheng put down the phone, his face began to turn pale. His eyes kept looking at the huge clock that was showing at fifteen:48, "Damn time, why is it so slow?"

"bell……"

Just as Yang Jincheng was about to make a call, another harsh phone ringed

"Mr. Yang, it's not good. The Hong Kong government just released a news that it has plans to increase the interest on bank deposits and once again increase the interest on bank loans. Now investors are shorting our stocks in large quantities."

"Bang" the phone fell to the ground

Yang Jincheng sat dejectedly on the leather chair, hammered the table hard, and cursed with great resentment, "Damn the Hong Kong government, why did he post this damn news at this moment?"

If it is in normal times, this is just an irrelevant financial news. For such a model and Liangke, the Hong Kong government will release some news almost every month. It is irrelevant to him, Yang Jincheng. But at this moment, he was very clear about what this news means to him. Those ignorant retail investors will start to stage fright because of this news and will start to take the opposite path with him. That is an absolute despair for him.

Yang Zheng, who is? Yang Jincheng sat on the chair with a blank expression on his face, his hands and feet began to tremble constantly. Slowly, he felt his mind start to make a sound...

"Twenty-six thousand one hundred points"

"It's falling" Fang Min, who was doing the continued selling operation, almost jumped up and exclaimed loudly. At this time, her heartbeat was really on the verge of what she could bear.

It was not the first day she entered the stock market. The stock market was risky. When she started studying securities analysis course in college, the teacher told her that she could definitely be considered a trader in Hong Kong with a good psychological tolerance, but she has never been as scared as she is today

In just seven hours, the funds entered from them had exceeded 1.3 billion US dollars. In their accounts, there was only the last 10 million dollars left. If the stock index rose by five points at this time, they would never be able to sell them anymore. In other words, they would end up with a crushing defeat. This war will be directly lost to at least 5 billion US dollars from them.

"It started to fall"

"It really started to fall and it fell 50 points in a row."

“…”

Fang Min's exclamation immediately attracted the attention of the entire trading room. Everyone was stunned and looked at the bright red number that kept flashing.

"ah"

"ah"

"Six thousand points"

"Five thousand five hundred points..."

"Oh my God is going to die"

“…”

"bite"

25500

With the bell ringing today, almost everyone in the exchange was positioned on this number, and everyone was shocked and stunned.

In just twelve minutes, it fell by more than 500 points in a row

"Ah" A woman in her forties finally couldn't bear the huge blow and fainted.

"Mr. Wang has a heart attack. Everyone, please call the ambulance."

"Mrs. Li fainted too."

“…”

In an instant, the entire trading hall was in chaos

"We won"

After a long time, Fang Min reacted and hugged a colleague next to her tightly, his eyes filled with tears of joy.

"I said, Justin is absolutely not wrong. He is the God of Wisdom and the God of Stock Market. No one can defeat him." A trace of worship flashed in Paul's eyes.

Yang Zheng's eyes were fixed on the number that became a freeze: 25500. After a long time, he jumped up suddenly, clenched his hands tightly into fists, and waved them hard.

Yang Zheng, who sat down again, had tears flashed in his eyes, trying hard to control his emotions, but finally, he could no longer control the tears that kept coming out of his body. He hugged his head tightly with his hands and cried loudly, "Mom, did you see it? If I win, I will avenge you, and I will teach that bastard a lesson for you."

In the blurry tears, he seemed to see another scene that he would never forget

"Jincheng, please save our son. He is really sick. He has no money to cure him. He will die." In front of a luxurious luxury house in Shenzhen, a middle-aged woman in rags kneeled on the ground, tightly holding the legs of a handsome middle-aged man, crying loudly.

Next to her was a little boy with a purple face, with messy hair lying.

"Jincheng, what's going on?" a rich and well-dressed woman frowned and asked in a bad tone.

"Get out, you crazy woman." When the middle-aged man Yingting gritted his teeth when he heard the woman next to him, he kicked the woman away with force, and cursed loudly.

"I was a lover in college. I don't know how she found this place. I probably thought about money and I didn't contact each other for eight or nine years. Suddenly, I was like a madman holding the half-dead little beggar and pestering me everywhere, saying to me that it was my son, you know. I have never had any woman except you for so many years. How could I have children? Isn't it?" After the middle-aged man kicked the middle-aged woman away, he immediately explained to the rich woman in a low voice.

"You can't do this, Jincheng, he is really our son. It doesn't matter if you ignore me. I won't affect your future, but our son is about to die. You must save him, please." The middle-aged woman's body hit a stone on the side of the road, and a trace of blood immediately spilled out of the corner of her mouth, but she ignored her, and immediately rolled up and hugged the middle-aged man's legs.

"You madman, are you crazy? What does your son have to do with me?" The middle-aged man was furious and kicked the middle-aged woman away again, shouting loudly at the security guard next to him, "Security guard, security guard, pull this madman away."

"Yang Jincheng, you inhuman madman, you will be retribution and you will be retribution." The middle-aged woman was quickly pulled away by two strong security guards. Looking at the middle-aged man and the luxuriously dressed woman who were gradually fading away, the middle-aged woman cried with all her strength. The helplessness and grief in her tone made the eyes of the two security guards shed tears in her eyes.

No one saw that the little boy lying beside him was looking at the back of the middle-aged man, and kept looking at it until the back disappeared, and a tear dripped from the corner of his eyes.

"Mom, I'm sorry for your son. Mom is useless. I don't earn enough money to treat you." The middle-aged woman picked up the boy next to her, cried loudly, and kept blaming herself.

The little boy looked at the kind face, and two lines of clear tears dripped from the corners of his eyes. He wriggled hard at the corner of his mouth, trying to say something, "Mom, don't cry."

But he tried his best and did not say this

"Son, don't be afraid. No matter where you go, mom will always be with you." She cried so much that her eyes were swollen. The middle-aged woman raised her head suddenly, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her son's eyes, picked up her son, put it on her back, carried her, and slowly walked forward step by step

The boy leaned quietly on his mother's not very wide back. He really wanted to close his eyes and sleep, but he forced himself hard to not let him close his eyes. He hoped that he could keep looking at his mother. He must remember his mother's appearance and his breath

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"Mr. Yang Jincheng, a famous Hong Kong rich man, could not bear the fact that the Hang Seng Index fell 600 points yesterday, committed suicide in Qingshan Hospital at 3 am today. His wife, Ms. He Li and her three sons, Yang Wanxing, Yang Changxing, and Yang Fuxing, also could not bear the cruel fact that they turned from a wealthy man to a debt of billions overnight. At 4 am today, they committed suicide in their luxury villa in Repulse Bay. According to relevant laws, Yang Jincheng's company and all his assets will be auctioned by the China Securities Regulatory Commission after relevant audits and procedures to bear his legal responsibilities and repay his debts. It is understood that at present, Yang Jincheng has an adopted daughter, Yang Qing, studied in the UK and has not received any news yet. It is expected that she will come back to handle the funeral for her parents."
Chapter completed!