The Myth of Fortune Through Time

Room 233, the white line of the time-sharing trend folded down again, and the transaction price was 4.41 yuan, an increase of 4.9%.

The fat man wanted to say something, but he quickly covered his mouth in case he woke up and asked him to quit his shares.

The transaction price continued to go down, ticking up at 4.38 yuan.

"Boss, look at this dealer, is he learning from our previous trading techniques?"

"So you learned from us, no wonder I think it looks familiar."

He Dajiang and Zheng Chenan looked at Su Xing while talking.

Su Xing smiled and said, "Do you suspect that I bought this stock?"

"Ah."

"It's so similar. That's what you do when you suck."

"If it wasn't sitting next to you, I'm sure that's what you'd be doing."

"If you don't see it with your own eyes, I thought you formed another group of people to do this stock."

Colleagues all said that if you don’t look at the stock name and stock price, today’s trend is almost exactly the same as that of Xinchao Software one day, which makes them feel like going back to the past when they personally manipulated this trend.

For more than an hour after the opening, they secretly cast their eyes on Su Xing many times, and saw him staring at the screen intently every time.Turning his head to look at the keyboard in front of him, he was either in a daze or in a daze. The transactions on the screen were scrolling rapidly, but he didn't press the keyboard.

It feels so weird.

Su Xing said: "After the trendy software became the leading stock, I don't know how many people study its trend. It's not surprising that some people learn it occasionally."

The fat man said: "That is to say, Shanghai Meilin may become the leading stock? Someone said so in the stock bar, but no one responded except the boss."

He Dajiang said contemptuously: "How can you say that you are a professional, how did you get reduced to the point where you are listening to the wind and rain in the stock bar? The boss asked you to go to the stock bar to collect information, not to let you go to the stock bar to listen to their nonsense."

The fat man distinguished: "I don't. Don't slander me."

Colleagues were gossiping, and the stock price rose wave after wave like this, until 11 o'clock it was sealed on the daily limit list, and the daily limit price was 4.63 yuan.

The moment the daily limit was closed, the fat man yelled, "The daily limit is closed."

He Dajiang yelled at him: "We are all watching, you don't need to remind."

The fat man rolled his eyes and said, "I didn't tell you."

The volume of cover orders increased rapidly, and soon reached more than 3000 million shares.Su Xing said: "One person is on duty, and the others are free to move about."

How come there is the feeling of returning to the three groups?Colleagues looked at each other and smiled.The fat man said: "Boss, it really looks like it."

"?" Su Xing was inexplicable.

To show that he had a normal mind, the fat man was the first to leave the computer, sat down on the sofa, took out a pack of snacks, tore open the bag, and said, "What are we having for lunch? Cantonese food?"

I ate Cantonese food for two consecutive days this week.

Lu Siying glanced at Su Xing, her eyebrows curved and said: "Cantonese food is quite delicious, especially rice rolls."

"Then order Cantonese cuisine. What do you want to eat?" The fat man put down the snacks, took out a pen and paper, and prepared to write down the names of the dishes.I am a regular customer of the Cantonese restaurant, and I have written down a lot of dishes.

▽ This is the most important thing to do in the future./p>

Su Xing disliked that the delivery of food was not beautiful, and Lu Siying said: "It's not far, let's go and eat."

The fat man didn't say anything.

Half an hour passed quickly, and the six people got up one after another and left room 233.The elevator door opened, and a noisy sound came in. The fat man asked in surprise, "Did you hear that, it seems that someone is calling for money?"

He Dajiang said: "I heard it."

Su Xing and Lu Siying were holding hands the whole time. The two got out of the elevator first, followed by the others. The further they walked, the louder their shouts became.

Su Xing asked a bald middle-aged man: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Qiang stood on tiptoe and looked out, but he was less than 1.7 meters tall. No matter how he stood on tiptoe, he still had a gray head in front of his eyes. When he saw the handsome guy, he asked him, "Old Zhou's son is taking people outside to make trouble. Are you very tall?" Is it high, didn't you see it?"

Su Xing is 1.8 meters 40 tall and stands out from the crowd like a chicken. At a glance, there are three or [-] people standing outside the gate, all in white, standing under the sun. They don't know what's going on, so they ask.

After Zhao Qiang said this, he remembered what Zheng Chenan mentioned yesterday, that someone in the sales department had a heart attack and died, suddenly, he asked, "The family of the uncle?"

"That's not true." Zhao Qiang said: "I blocked the door and refused to let go. I insisted on making the securities company lose money. Mr. Zhao negotiated with them, but the negotiation failed. We went to rescue the soldiers. Let's see who the securities company comes to."

I don't know if this incident will affect Zhao Yuanhang's official career.Su Xing muttered to himself, "Can't they get out? They can't wait here forever, can they?"

"Can't get out, there's no way."

The fat man didn't believe in evil, and said, "Boss, I'll try it."

Su Xing stepped aside, the fat man slowly squeezed past the old men and aunts, came to the glass door, and tried to push the door open.As soon as the door was opened a crack, the people outside shouted, and then pushed the door back even faster.

It turned out that when the elevator door opened and the shout was heard, it was because someone pushed the door open.Waking up suddenly, seeing Fatty try again, still the same result, said: "Fatty, come back."

The fat man slowly squeezed back and said, "Boss, what should we do?"

"Let's go back."

"I haven't had lunch yet."

"Aren't there snacks? I can't be hungry."

The six walked back and met Zhao Yuanhang in the elevator.The elevator door opened, and he hurriedly lowered his head and walked out, not paying attention to who was waiting for the elevator.

Su Xing waited for him to leave before walking into the elevator.

After returning to Room 233, Fatty and He Dajiang opened the window and looked out, just in time to see the person at the gate.

Su Xing took out his mobile phone and called Xiao Qingyang: "Didn't you want to check on Jin Guangsha? Now a retail investor died of a heart attack because of Jin Guangsha's ten consecutive declines."

Xiao Qingyang's breathing seemed to be stagnant for a while on the phone, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is it?"

"Families are blocking the door at the Imperial Capital Securities Building."

"I'll go right now."

The phone hastily hung up.

…………

Xiao Qingyang threw his mobile phone into his bag, and called his colleagues who took the camera to the Teidu Securities Building. What caught his eyes was a banner with white characters on a blue background: "Didu Securities pays back their lives."

First, a young man dressed in sackcloth and filial piety held a black photo frame in his hand. Inside the photo frame was a black and white photo. In the photo, an old man was smiling.

The youth wailed loudly.The cry was like a signal, and as soon as he howled, the people behind him shouted: "Didu Securities loses money!"

Next to the young man, a very strong, 37-year-old middle-aged man persuaded him with a sad face.The young man ignored it and just howled.

Why does this scene look so weird?Xiao Qingyang settled down, took out his ID from his bag, and came to the young man: "Hi, I'm a reporter. This is my ID."

?Zhou Cheng was taken aback. He entrusted a few friends and found a tabloid in the imperial capital. It was a good idea. He brought people over, and the tabloid reporters came immediately, but until now, no one has been seen.

This reporter was not found by a friend, who doesn't have such a big face.