Xing Baohua's casual remark almost made the price clerk cry.

This is unfair to treat employees like this.

As soon as Xing Baohua sat down, his secretary, who had been sitting next to him, reached out and massaged him.

"Boss, I'm sorry! Well, these days hospitals are all Western medicine. They just take X-rays and give you some pills, which are expensive. I know an old doctor who specializes in treating sprains and bruises and uses massage to improve blood circulation."

The quoting clerk was worried that if a big shot like Xing Baohua went to the hospital, the medical expenses would easily be enough to cover half a year's salary for him.

He couldn't afford to lose money, so he tricked Xing Baohua into going to a traditional Chinese medicine shop that cost several hundred H coins.

"Alright, hurry up and keep an eye on the prices, we'll talk about it after the market closes." Xing Baohua waved his hand, telling his employees to get back to work.

I sighed again; my wish to do the splits would have to be postponed.

"Boss, Huahong Bank's issue price, 100,000 lots bought; Huahong Telecom, 80,000 lots bought. Shall we release the goods?" the quote clerk asked quickly.

"Calculate the buy orders of 100,000 lots and 80,000 lots, how many shares do they represent? How many lots are needed to reach the 5% threshold for disclosure?"

At this point, Xing Baohua realized that he couldn't just release too many shares! If he released too many shares, and the shareholding reached the 5% threshold for disclosure, he would have to welcome new shareholders.

After some calculations, it was determined that no single speculative investor could exceed 3.5%.

Despite the large volume of purchases, they are buying in groups, not individually.

That puts my mind at ease.

One or two minutes before the market closed, Xing Baohua placed orders for 100,000 lots and 80,000 lots respectively.

"Let you buy? I'll rip you off!" Xing Baohua thought to himself, tilting his head with a smug grin.

With so much released before the market closes, let's see how much the other side can take.

There are no prices after the market closes; trading volume will increase again on Monday.

A large number of sell orders sends a signal that Huahong Group does not want the stock price to rise.

After the market closed, those financial experts jumped out, abandoning their usual refined image, and used various methods to vehemently criticize Xing Baohua for being shameless.

According to some financial media reports, these experts bought a large number of shares near the offering price.

Xing Baohua prevented his stocks from rising, which made the experts anxious.

Everyone knows they've spoken out through media platforms.

Although no names were mentioned, everyone understood that this was a veiled attack on someone.

Xing Baohua ignored all that and after get off work, he took the quoting clerk to the traditional Chinese medicine shop for treating sprained neck.

It hurts even with the slightest twisting.

In Hong Kong, you need to make an appointment to see a doctor.

I want to see a private doctor or private clinic urgently.

The price is high, but it's nothing to wealthy people.

Xing Baohua still believes in the traditional Chinese medicine methods passed down from her ancestors, especially for sprains and bruises.

Going to the hospital usually involves getting X-rays and taking painkillers.

After crossing the harbor to Kowloon Island, near Causeway Bay, we finally arrived at a Chinese medicine shop called Sheung Kee.

Xing Baohua's guards didn't let him in first; they went in to observe first before letting the fellow in.

Five or six burly men in suits entered the traditional Chinese medicine shop, startling many of the people inside.

Immediately, three or five of the waiting patients left.

Only an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor and a few apprentices remained.

An elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor is massaging an old woman's shoulders with his hands.

When Xing Baohua and his group came in, they didn't even look up, but his apprentices stared at each other.

One of them said, "This is Shangji Chinese Medicine Shop. Whoever is injured, stay. Everyone else, get out."

The pharmacy's living room wasn't very big, only enough to squeeze in a dozen or so people. Plus, Xing Baohua and his gang of burly men didn't look like good people, so the apprentices started chasing them away.

The guards remained motionless, even taking advantageous positions.

The clerk chuckled and said to the apprentice who had spoken, "My boss has a sprained neck. Could you please take a look, Master Shang?"

“Since you’ve come to Shangji, you should know Shangji’s rules. Such recklessness will scare away all the patients! Who’s the boss of that branch?”

Xing Baohua tilted his head and answered, "14K, Camel Chen."

"Even if Camel Chen comes, we still have to be polite. Sit down and wait. Sigh! Tell your men to get out and make room," the apprentice said impatiently, pointing to a chair.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than three or five more people came in, helping a patient in.

The person being helped looked like they had a broken leg; from the side, their calf was twisted.

When Xing Baohua looked again, he was already blocked by two guards.

The speed was very fast, and the others were already on guard.

The reason the guards were on guard was that the group that had just entered, apart from the injured, was carrying iron pipes and watermelon knives.

"Master Shang, take a look at my brother's leg first. Damn it, he got ambushed by 14K's yellow-haired bastard!" a young man who came in for a checkup exclaimed.

"What are you shouting for! Line up! Can't you see a 14K gang leader is waiting?"

Xing Baohua turned her head to look at the apprentice who had spoken: "..."

Damn it, are you messing with me?