The folk legend of carp jumping over the dragon gate has existed since ancient times. Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhou has become a reality, from a big carp to a dragon. The scientific principle in it is probably that this generation cannot solve.

At the dawn in the east, Liu Yanzhi and Guan Lu went to rest after a busy night. Dang Aiguo got on his black Mercedes-Benz S600 alone and drove to Antai Building in the bustling area of ​​the city. The car drove into the underground parking lot and parked in the VIP seat. The security guard stepped forward and opened the car door and greeted him attentively: "Professor Dang, good morning."

"Good morning." Dang Aiguo nodded and went to the direct elevator to the administrative floor. The elevator did not have floor buttons, so it could only be started by swiping the card. The high-speed elevator was running silently. The LCD screen embedded in the box was playing morning news. Economists were talking about the backlog of real estate stocks, and real estate was Antai's most important industry in the past decade.

On the administrative floor, there were three receptionists sitting in the front desk. When they saw Dang Aiguo coming in, they hurriedly got up and bowed: "Professor Dang, good morning."

"Is the old man here?" Dang Aiguo stretched his arms back. One of the front desk carefully helped him take off his coat and took the scarf. The office was as warm as spring, and wearing so much was too hot.

"It's on time." The front desk replied, the old man was Dang Huanshan, the father of Dang Huanshan, the founder of An Tai, and the son of the father and son, both of the top diamond kings in China. Dang Huanshan lost his wife and has not yet reunited. Dang Huanshan has never married. The girls like An Taili all hope to marry the father and son, no matter which one is fine.

Dang Aiguo didn't care about the gentle eyes of the front desk, and said thank you and walked in. When the staff in the office saw the prince coming in, they stood up and greeted him. They thought to themselves that the father and son of the Dang family were all here, and this time something big happened.

This is because the father and son of the Dang family are both hands-off managers. Antai Consortium is actually an asset management institution. There are several group companies under its jurisdiction, which are engaged in real estate, finance, energy, electronics industry, automobiles and other businesses. There are countless companies that secretly control or hold shares, and the asset value is difficult to estimate. Anyway, the so-called richest man with a prominent reputation dare not be arrogant when he sees the party returning home.

Dang Huanshan's office is very large and has luxurious decoration. On the wall is a picture of Xu Beihong's galloping horse that cost tens of millions of yuan to bid for. The table is a simple desk. However, it is said that it is a revolutionary artifact that Premier Zhou once used. Its value is incalculable, not to mention some other details. The gadgets on the ancient shelf and the classics on the bookshelf are of great origin. Just sorting out the things in this office and packing and auctioning them is an astronomical figure. Dang Huanshan is not a secular person. The furnishings of this office were not his original intention, but were deliberately arranged like this to receive business partners.

The old man was already sitting on a rattan chair. He had the same habit as Dang Maiguo. He liked to make rattan lounge chairs, smoking pipes, gray-haired heads, gully faces, and wise eyes. Looking closely, the father and son were carved from the same mold, but there was only a gap in age.

"What happened?" Dang Aiguo sat on another rattan chair, picked up his pipe and stroked a match.

"It was a little ahead, but it remained unchanged overall. An Tai had accumulated assets for so many years, and he was so big that they finally got down." Dang Huanshan said, with disdain and detachment in his eyes, as if he was not talking about the rise and fall of his own founding of the wealth kingdom.

"What do you think, directors?" asked Dang Aiguo. An Tai is not the private property of the Dang family father and son. There are many mysterious major shareholders in secret. These major shareholders have different backgrounds behind them. In fact, they are just high-end white gloves. Therefore, the rise and fall of An Tai is not related to one or two people, a family and two families, but to more than a dozen famous red families.

"I'll hold a conference call later and listen to their opinions." Dang Huanshan looked scheming and concise. "No matter what their attitude is, I will continue to fight. Even if the fish are defeated, An too much can't fall, and it's only a day to hold on."

The Party nodded patriotism. On most issues, he and the old man had a completely consistent view. A strong enemy was right in front of him. As long as he showed signs of weakness, those who were waiting and watching would take the lead. Once the collapse began, it would be difficult to recover.

It is 8:30 in the morning, and urban white-collar workers are still on the way to work. The Dang family and father and son have had a long conversation before the An Tai board of directors was officially held. The conference room was a very spacious room with thirteen seats, but only half of them participated, and the rest participated in the form of a telephone conference.

At the beginning of the meeting, the secretary of the board first introduced the basic situation. Antai's real estate group is being maliciously acquired, and the real estate group is Antai Bank's largest loan client. Once it fails, it will collapse like a domino-like collapse. The entire Antai Group will collapse in the foreseeable future.

A director from Shenzhen said that we must continue to fight no matter what. The brave will win when we meet on a narrow road. When we dare to fight for bayonets, we must dare to see the best. We support it.

Another director from Beijing retorted in Beijing: "Old Wang, what are you fighting for? The gap is now 53 billion, can you draw out several hundred million?" Then he turned his eyes to Dang Zhuang, which was very obvious. If the Dang family father and son don't come up with their opinions, it would be meaningless for them to express their opinions now.

The party returned to the mountain and closed his eyes to rest, leisurely wandering, and the other directors also chose to remain silent. They were like the monarchs and ministers in the court. The rebels were already attacking the capital. Danger was imminent, but no one was willing to stand up.

Dang Aiguo coughed dryly and began to speak: "I agree with Lao Wang's opinion. An Tai does not welcome others to invest. We must continue this financial defense battle. In terms of the funding gap, I will find a way to solve half of it. I also ask you all to work together to overcome the difficulties. After the victory, I will give you a satisfactory return."

The directors still didn't say anything, some lowered their heads to ponder, some stared at the ceiling, half of which was 26.5 billion, and they took out real money to fight the stock battle. If they were defeated, decades of accumulation would be gone. How can they explain to the boss behind the scenes?

Dang Paiguo has no actual position in the Antai system, but he is the second only to Dang Huanshan, and he is the only heir of Dang Huanshan's inheritance. In other words, he is the prince of the Antai Empire. His status is of great importance, and his words represent the meaning of Dang Huanshan.

"Would you like to work together with our father and son? Let me give you a correct statement." Party Patriotic suddenly stood up, "If you have difficulties, I won't force you, but please don't stab you in the back." As he said that, he turned his eyes to the director Zhang from Beijing.

The director surnamed Zhang also stood up: "You decided to fight, I have no objection. I will go back to raise money and lose my companion." He buttoned his suit and went there with a high spirit.

After one person left, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. The rest of the people expressed their willingness to use funds to rescue the market, but they faced quite a lot of difficulties, afraid they were powerless. Some people also expressed whether they could take the upper level route, say hello to the China Securities Regulatory Commission and intervene through administrative means.

"There is only one thing that can be said in the capital market, money." Dang Aiguo said, "We can say hello, and others can do it, so we can't be lucky."

Everyone whispered and looked solemn. Under the auspices of the Party's patriotism, several plans were formulated, including asking for help from a Hong Kong consortium. According to the friendship between the Party and the Li family, they should help.

When the meeting was held, the stock market was fighting at the same time. An Tai's stock was raised all the way, the other party's buying was still surging, and there were no signs of exhaustion of funds. All the people here were veterans on the battlefield. This situation shows that the other party is determined to win.

The meeting ended, and the stock market was resting at noon. Dang Huanshan invited the directors to have a meal. Suddenly, the secretary of the board walked in and held a cordless phone: "Chairman, Feng Yong is looking for you."

Feng Yong is the culprit of blocking Antai's stock. He is a trader of Dingli Capital. He is only in his thirties and has already achieved many outstanding results. It is said that he has no defeat in the securities and financial markets such as New York and London. As for the domestic Shanghai and Shenzhen stock markets, he is even more upright. It is said that he can create any index and trading volume. Moreover, his background is complicated and he is a mysterious person.

Dang Huanshan waved his hand: "You young people can communicate."

The secretary of the board handed the phone to Dang Aiguo, and Professor Dang said in a deep voice: "Hello."

"You are the old man of Dang, I, Feng Yong, I'm sorry, I swept a lot of goods in the morning. I advise you not to play anymore. I'm broadcasting here for your meeting. Is it interesting to fight like this?"

Dang Aiguo said politely: "Thank you for your reminder, let's see it in the afternoon." After that, he hung up the phone.

On a beach in a certain island in Hawaii, Fatty Feng, wearing sunglasses and big shorts, was lying under the parasol with sunshades, looked at the satellite phone in his hand and scolded: "I dare to hang up my phone, I feel good about it."

Wanmi, Anta Building, Wan Maiguo whispered to his father, "Go to take the big move."

Dang returned to the mountain and was still breeze and calm: "What is your ultimate move?"

"Let Yanzhi talk to Feng Yong, if he can't reach an agreement, he will take one leg off." At this moment, the Party Patriotic Republic is not like a university professor or a senior intellectual, but like a boss who is engaging in social loan sharks.
Chapter completed!