Chapter 1011 Exclamation mark

Wilson's office on Friday.

Rare wine is placed on the table.

This is what the Wilson family has treasured in the cellar for many years and is difficult to buy on the market.

But Wilson pulled out the wine plug without hesitation, tilted his neck to his throat, choking himself and coughing.

Then he became excited and suddenly stood up and jumped onto the table, smashing the bottle hard.

The wine with rustic oak and sweet grapes meandered and stained the office floor.

Wilson's face couldn't hide his excitement, and he didn't feel that he had anything to waste.

"I'm a billionaire!" Wilson laughed, "In the future, my avatar should be printed on the family's emblem!"

Compared to Wilson's madness, Qiu He seemed calm and cold.

He held a coffee cup in his hand and blocked it with his other hand, as if he was afraid that Wilson's saliva would splash in, and he glanced at him warningly.

Wilson suddenly felt like he was a monkey and jumped off the table awkwardly.

"Qiu, you earn no less than me this time, I'm afraid you'll have more money."

"Those money that are not mine are all borrowed."

Qiu He told the truth, but it was brought to Wilson's laughter.

"Stop kidding, even if it wasn't yours before, some of them must be yours now."

Even if the money is calculated based on the lowest commission, Qiu He can still get a considerable number.

Qiu He finished the last sip of coffee in the coffee cup and placed it on the table.

"I'm not interested in money, it's just numbers."

If someone else says this sentence, it will seem too pretentious.

But Wilson felt a natural feeling when he heard Qiu He say this.

I was almost closed for losses before, but Qiu's expression was the same, and now there is no change.

Are there really people in the world who don’t care about money?

But Qiu He didn't care, Wilson cared, he cared so much.

I picked up the phone and wanted to mock that old guy Matisse.

However, a strange voice came from the other side of the phone.

"He...he's not in the office."

At this moment, Matisse was standing on the rooftop of the headquarters.

The wind blew his wrinkled coat up like a flag and more like a bird's wings.

All Capet's funds were lost by him, and Mattis could not afford it, and even could not recover any loss.

All his personal assets were mortgaged by him and invested in the stock market on the eve of the avalanche.

Now Matisse is not even as good as a pauper.

At least the pauper does not have such a huge debt.

Mattis thought a lot, when he was proud and satisfied, when he thought he could see the securities market forever.

He once started from here and made a fortune by selling commissions for inferior stocks, which also made countless middle-class families bankrupt for his wealth.

Ace jumped from the upstairs because of this.

Mattis had no fluctuations when he found out, let alone guilt. He only felt that the other party was a clown who could not afford to lose.

It was not until now that Mattis finally realized that the clown was himself.

A month ago, he was ambitious to enter the Chinese market, and he suppressed the local companies there.

A month later, he stood on the rooftop and ushered in the final ending.

"Those who sell their souls to money will become slaves to money."

Mattis forgot where he heard this sentence, maybe he was a competitor or a homeless man.

But Mattis remembers that he disliked him when he heard it.

He always thinks that the goddess of luck will always stand on his side and that he will become the master of money.

"Fuck the money!"

This is the last sentence Matisse left to the world. The man jumped down like a bird with wings broken.

Finally, it hit the ground hard.

It's like a bloody exclamation mark.

(End of this chapter)
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