Yang Fan stared at Old Zhou's message, bewildered for quite a while.
Old Zhou had always conducted his business steadily, retracting his hand whenever he saw fit, no matter how turbulent the market.
He never gambled.
But this time, he was acting out of character, and his bet seemed rather fierce.
According to Zhu Shanshan, it seemed that the other players in the market had already given up on continuing their purchases and were now observing the situation.
Yet Old Zhou not only did not stop, but he became even more relentless.
Yang Fan did trust Old Zhou's judgment on the market, but his own modest business really couldn't withstand too much turmoil.
Should he follow Old Zhou's advice and continue to purchase aggressively, relying on him to backstop?
Yang Fan was conflicted.
After racking his brain countless times, Yang Fan glanced at Old Zhou, who was deeply engrossed in calculations, and then sent a message, "How certain are you?"
Old Zhou's phone buzzed.
