Gao Ren transmigrates into a world fused with Hong Kong films, becoming a small-time gangster in Hung Hing. After being framed by Chiang Tian-sheng and Big Brother B and sent to Chi Ma Wan Prison, ...
"They said the stock price would drop by 30% before the market closed!"
"But now there are less than ten minutes left before the market closes, and the stock price has only dropped by fifteen percent!"
"What about the other half?!"
You ate it!
Seeing Walton's murderous look, the manager swallowed hard and said...
Mr. Walton,
"If the original trend had continued, it would have fallen by 30%!"
"But starting at four o'clock, I don't know where they got a large sum of money from to stabilize the stock price!"
"We sell as much as we want, and they buy it all..."
Upon receiving this answer, Wharton angrily shoved away the manager who was grabbing his collar.
"Fuck!"
"Gao Ren has already offended everyone in Asia, who else would be willing to give him money to support him...?"
Before Walton could finish his rant, Wolf walked over.
"Gao Ren has agreed to withdraw troops from the Golden Triangle."
Upon hearing this, Walton instantly understood and roared,
"Fuck!"
"Is the Emperor a fool?"
"Even if Gao Ren is willing to give up the Golden Triangle for the sake of Hong Kong Island, is the North willing to give it up?"
"Isn't it obvious that Gao Ren and the North are lying to him?"
Wolf didn't argue with him, but instead said...
"With Mr. William's abilities, getting information about the Golden Triangle shouldn't be difficult!"
Upon hearing this, Walton fell silent.
Today he has given William some bad news and also asked him to increase his funds by five billion US dollars.
But what was the result?
Instead of telling him the good news of their resounding victory, I gave him some less-than-ideal news...
What must William think of this?
"Sell as much as you can before the market closes!"
"At the very least, you need to lower the stock price of the Gao Group by 20%!"
Upon hearing this, the stock manager immediately spoke up.
"Mr. Wharton, we currently only have less than seven billion US dollars left..."
Before the stock manager could finish speaking, Wharton interrupted with a firm expression.
"throw!"