Qingwu was stunned for a long time. She stabbed her forehead hard with her fingertips, poking at her long memory and being too trusting of others over and over again! She forced herself to calm down and think calmly, which was the most taboo at this time.

Chaos.

She thought that it was true that Ling Yansen was a mythical stock broker and that he almost controlled the entire stock market, but he was not a god and could not accurately know which stocks would rise and which would fall at that moment. After all, the stock market was

It's like a big dye vat, with investors big and small competing, and there will be fluctuations and abnormalities.

With this thought, she felt a little calmer. She waited patiently, refreshing the page almost every minute, and didn't even bother to eat lunch.

But despite this, she suffered anxiously until the evening, and the stock market was still calm. She couldn't bear it anymore, and called Ling Yansen. Listening to the mechanical female voice on the receiver saying that the other party had turned off her phone, her heart suddenly felt cold. She was unwilling to give in, and then she called Ling Yansen.

Call, or turn off the phone. In the end, he simply called the external mobile phone he used to contact customers, but it was still turned off!

He was like a ghost, who suddenly disappeared from the world at dawn. All the things he did last night, laughing, yelling, and going crazy, were like her unauthorized dreams, so unreal.

She was so good now that she almost thought she was clinging to a piece of wood, but she didn't expect it to be a piece of plastic foam. After a few flutters, it turned into pieces. She sank to the bottom of the sea again, her whole body was filled with despair, and she would never see the light of day again!

Her nerves were almost broken, so the stockbroker asked her tremblingly, "General manager, do you want to continue?"

She grabbed the pen tip, and the tip of her nose pierced the palm of her hand. It hit hard, so painfully, and with a snap, tears fell on the landline phone on the table. She stared at it for a long time, then sniffed and said, "You can move it."

How much cash do you have left?”

"Less than three million."

Upon hearing this small number, the tip of the ballpoint pen penetrated deeper into the palm of her hand, piercing her fragile skin, and blood spurted out quickly. She took a tissue to cover it, with a headache, and choked her voice, "Continue!"

If you lose everything, let's lose everything. Anyway, that's how her life will be.

This night was destined to be long. She counted the seconds and walked around the dial again and again. What she muttered back and forth was only one short sentence, Ling Yansen, please stop playing with me, Ling Yansen, please.

Stop playing with me...

As she thought about it, her mouth went dry, and she kept sitting in the office chair. Although the air-conditioning in the room was sufficient, there was a wet layer of sweat on her buttocks, which was sticky and stuck to her skin. She did not move, and the whole floor

The chandeliers went out one by one, and in the end, only the one in her office remained.

Crying and crying, she actually fell asleep. She fell into a very deep sleep, and her dreams kept going on and on. They were all nightmares that stretched her nerves, but she couldn't wake up. Finally, she was woken up by the ecstatic voice of the stockbroker.

She: "General Manager! As soon as the market opened today, Rongchang's 100474 has risen to 24.8 yuan, which is 6 yuan higher than when you bought it. Not to mention Weiyuan's 387883, it has risen to 32 yuan!

"

She was refreshed and jumped up from the chair. She didn't care about her sore butt. Her head was numb, but her nerves were as hot and incomprehensible as if she had taken stimulants. "Really? I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Really, General Manager, Mr. Duan is saved! We Mr. Duan don't have to wait for death! By the way, I have always been curious about how you suddenly thought of using stocks to make a comeback, and you actually spotted these two stocks.

Do you have any inside information?"

"Haha, the mountain man has his own clever plan!" Qing Wu laughed, she couldn't say that Ling Yansen told her, it would be equivalent to exposing his true face to the world, and at the same time, it would also cut off her financial path. It is not thankless.

She won't do anything!

When she thought of him, she immediately took out her phone, but the screen was black. She charged it impatiently, her stomach growled with hunger, and she refused to go anywhere, so she smiled stupidly and kept watching.

She charged her cell phone. She wanted to tell him the good news as soon as possible, share her ecstatic mood with him, and solemnly confess to him her random thoughts last night. Finally, of course, she wanted to say thank you.

But when she excitedly unplugged the charging cable and called, it said dialed, but no one answered for a long time.

She didn't take it seriously, and called again patiently, but no one answered. When she became more resilient, she gritted her teeth and waited for half an hour before calling again. This time he picked up quickly.

But the tone of voice coming from the receiver made her face suddenly turn pale, and the excited smile on her cheeks froze as if frosted.

"What's the matter?" The always low voice sounded slightly tired, a little weak, and a little disapproving, but more of a coldness and impatience that pierced her heart and lungs.

Qingwu held up the mobile phone, her wrist suddenly became sore and weak, her eyes kept moving, she was so flustered, she felt that she was really ridiculous, she even imagined that his first sentence would be, I'm sorry, you called me

So many calls, I never had time to answer them...etc.

"Hello? Hello! If you don't speak again, I'll die."

Like a frozen river in the winter morning, the thick ice layer is enough to support the weight of several pedestrians, and Qingwu is like being sealed under the water by the ice layer, struggling constantly due to lack of oxygen, but ultimately unable to escape the fate of suffocation.

A small fish.

"Are you busy?" She smiled sweetly and joked bitterly, but she said some irrelevant things.

Ling Yansen frowned, looking at the unfamiliar faces with different skin colors and different contours coming and going in the corridor of the ward. He pinched his eyebrows and remembered what the American doctor just said. The matching operation was successful and is currently under observation.

The hope of waking up is very high. Very high? He smiled bitterly, which meant that this trip was in vain again. In the same way, Maomao's hope of surviving was shrinking little by little. And on the phone next to his ear, this

The woman who was Maomao's adoptive mother but knew nothing about it was still chattering and smiling sweetly at him.
Chapter completed!