"Stop pretending!" Kong Shu opened the stock software on the tablet computer, "I want to see why you are pretending here. The stock I mentioned..."
Kong Shu's voice stopped at this moment.
At this moment, on the tablet computer in front of him, the stock numbered 08752X changed from the previous scarlet to a dazzling green, which is a symbol of the limit down, that is, all the money invested in this stock will be firmly trapped in it and cannot be withdrawn.
"This..." Kong Shu took a deep breath, his eyes full of disbelief, "Impossible! Impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible." Zhang Xuan chuckled, his phone rang at this time, picked up the phone, turned on the amplifier, and the voice on the phone rang.
"Boss, this stock is worse than I thought. I thought I could buy one million, but when it came to 700,000, the other party couldn't help it and locked it directly. I guess those rookies who just graduated from school have such low means of cheating money."
Kong Shu's body trembled slightly as he sat there. The voice on the phone was like a thorn that pierced his heart. The theoretical knowledge he was proud of was just a rookie in the eyes of others, not worth mentioning?
"Okay, that's it. You arrange someone to recover the money and pull out the people behind. You can decide how to deal with them." Zhang Xuan hung up the phone and didn't ask Kong Shu to do anything, as if the bet just now didn't exist at all.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell into a strange silence. Kong Shu sat aside with an embarrassed look on his face.
Qin Rou looked left and right, not knowing what to say.
At this moment, the door was opened from the outside.
"The teacher is back!" Qin Rou suddenly got up from the sofa and looked at the door.
Outside the gate, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties was carrying a bag of vegetables into the house. He was straight-figured and full of an indescribable temperament.
Qin Rou walked up happily and took the dishes from the middle-aged man, "Teacher, you are back. This is the person I told you about, Zhang Xuan, Zhang Xuan, this is my old..."
"Hello, we meet again." Zhang Xuan smiled at him.
"It's you... It's you..." The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Xuan with a dull face and muttered.
Qin Rou looked at the two people and was puzzled, "Teacher, do you know Zhang Xuan?"
"No." The middle-aged man shook his head, "I don't know his name is Zhang Xuan, I only know his other name."
"Another name?" Qin Rou subconsciously looked at Zhang Xuan, and heard the teacher's voice ringing in her ears.
"The God of Wall Street, who emerged when the international financial stock market was about to collapse, used 1.3 million magnesium gold to complete 18 stock transactions in just two months. Two months later, he raised 150 million magnesium gold to build a position for the first fund used to short CDO. He designed a complex fund operation model, shorting dangerous CDO while acquiring cheap CDS. When everyone thought he would lose everything, he successfully reversed the situation and increased his income by 50%! It was then that he became a legend on Wall Street and established his own macro hedge fund, which is still the world's number one position, unshakable. At that time, he was only 19 years old. I had the honor of meeting him once. He told me that the reason he met me was because I had been involved in charity without asking for anything in return. It was only today that I knew his real name, Zhang Xuan."
"The God of Wall Street..." Qin Rou looked at Zhang Xuan with shock in her eyes. She did not doubt the teacher's words, because the teacher had no need to lie to her.
"Yes." The middle-aged man sighed, "He is a legend of the entire Wall Street, but at his most dazzling time, he disappeared from everyone's sight. He donated all his wealth to the Red Cross for free to help those children in poor mountainous areas." The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Xuan with relief in his eyes. This was the look of an older senior looking at a younger generation. He was very fortunate that in Yanxia, in his motherland, there was a person like Zhang Xuan who was engaged in charity and did not ask for anything in return. "All donations..." Qin Rou was completely speechless now. She had always thought that she was very enthusiastic about charity, but now she realized that compared with Zhang Xuan, what she did was just a drop in the bucket. "Xiao Rou, I didn't expect that you and Zhang Xuan would meet. If I'm not mistaken, you two met in the welfare home, right?" The middle-aged man looked at Qin Rou with a smile. "Yeah." Qin Rou put her hands in front of her lower abdomen and nodded. "Okay, stop standing there. I bought some stuffing today. Let's make dumplings. Zhang Xuan, I have retired from the financial industry now. I am older than you. Xiaorou is like my daughter. We will be a family from now on. I will call you by your name. If you don't mind, just call me Uncle Kong." The middle-aged man raised the dish in his hand and smiled.
"Okay, Uncle Kong." Zhang Xuan smiled slightly, "I roll the dough quickly, you guys make it."
"Okay!" The middle-aged man responded cheerfully, "Xiao Rou, come and help."
"Oh." Qin Rou lowered her head, her little face flushed, and followed the teacher. When she entered the kitchen, Qin Rou stretched out her little hand and pulled the teacher's sleeve, "Teacher, what are you talking about, what family?"
"Haha, isn't this a matter of time?"
After eating at Qin Rou's house, Zhang Xuan returned home. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the clouds in the sky were burning red.
As soon as he entered the house, Zhang Xuan saw Sylvia Lin sitting on the sofa with a sad face, and there was no sign of Milan in the living room.
"Boss Lin, what's wrong?" Zhang Xuan walked over and asked with concern.
"You don't understand the company's affairs even if I tell you." Sylvia Lin covered her forehead with her little hand.
"Mood affects the body. Try to relax. I'll go get you some water for washing your feet. You look very tired these days." Henry Zhang comforted her, ran to the bathroom and got a basin of warm water, then squatted in front of Sylvia Lin, held up her feet and put them in the water.
After a few days, Sylvia Lin got used to Henry Zhang massaging her feet, and she had to admit that Henry Zhang's massage technique was really good. Every time he massaged her, she would feel relaxed and sleep soundly.
The evening news was playing on TV, and Sylvia Lin's phone rang. The caller was Secretary Li.
Sylvia Lin looked at her phone first, then at Henry Zhang, and answered the phone, "Secretary Li, how was the communication with her?"