Chapter 26 Is the birth date approaching? Mom, look how happy Dad is! (Double...)
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Bian Xun had already done some preliminary calculations on his way to the kindergarten.
Wujiang Group's stock price is currently falling. The company has issued a total of 20 million shares, of which Bian Xun holds 55%. If Ning Ye can use his card to buy 1 million shares at the bottom, and wait for Wujiang's stock price to rebound—
He will profit 10 billion by transferring money from his left hand to his right.
There are no production costs and no production materials are required.
10 billion.
Bian Xun paused for a second, his dark eyes calm and rational.
No capitalist throughout history has ever made such exorbitant profits.
So donating five million is just the tip of the iceberg.
Of course, this is just the president's personal value and does not represent the values of others in the kindergarten.
As soon as the man uttered those incredibly aloof words, all the children present gaped in astonishment, their mouths forming an "O" shape, like quails with their mouths agape.
At this moment, even the kindergarten teachers were stunned and couldn't come to their senses for a while.
Seize, seize less?
How much money does he want to donate?
Amidst a stunned gaze, the kindergarten principal was the first to excitedly step forward, wanting to hold the man's hand tightly and not let go for even a second!
"Sir, are you General Manager Bian of Wujiang Group? Is the donation you mentioned true?"
Even if only 20% of a five million donation is used to upgrade kindergarten facilities, that's still a million!
One million!
Bian Xun calmly dodged the kindergarten director's agitated hand, offered no explanation, lowered his eyes to scan the code, held Ning Ye still to prevent her from moving, and then quickly completed the transfer.
The donation of five million was successful.
The kindergarten principal almost knelt down at that moment.
Bian Xun then raised his dark eyes, looked at the shocked faces around him, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
This is the normal reaction under normal currency conditions.
This is what you deserve for donating five million.
Ning Zhitao stared blankly as her bankrupt father appeared out of nowhere. Behind her, little Zhang Sijie quietly darted over, covered her mouth, and said, "Taotao, your dad seems very kind."
Ning Zhitao was also stunned.
My dad was almost broke, and he still donated five million. How is he going to live now?
Ning Ye struggled to lift her head from Bian Xun's grip, and looked up at the cold, sharp curve of Bian Xun's lips and eyebrows. At that moment, she suddenly began to believe that he would become a reliable father in the future.
It's not just that he didn't follow the plot, but also that he hurt the children's feelings.
It's even more surprising that such a heartless capitalist would make such a contribution to children's welfare.
Is this what happens after having a daughter?
Ning Ye was actually a little touched.
The kindergarten checked the transfer records of the corporate account, and an exciting expression of gratitude rang out over the microphone. The principal announced on the spot that Bian Xunxialu Kindergarten was awarded the title of Chief Honorary Father.
He was known as the greatest father ever!
Bian Xun: "?"
The CEO, who hadn't even officially become a father yet, received this honor. He straightened his collar with a touch of pride, his expression inscrutable, drawing admiring and envious glances from the group of children.
Spending five million to build a kindergarten was certainly not his original intention.
But if five million can save face for them and prevent their child from being embarrassed, then it's worth it.
"That's Ning Zhitao's father!"
"Ning Zhitao's family donated five million!"
"Dad, can our family donate five million?" "Shh, shut up."
The children present let out a series of strange screams. Gu Zixun, who had been quite proud just moments before, stared blankly at the family of three in the distance and stammered, "Mom, that's Ning Zhitao's dad."
Xu Lanyi was completely devastated by her son's words, and the expression on her face became unbearable.
How could this be? In the foreseeable plot, Bian Xun gently took Zi Xun's hand, and the two wounded people were finally about to walk towards each other.
But now, Bian Xun is spending so much money on Ning Ye and her mother. More than the panic of the plot deviating from the plan, Xu Lanyi is worried that Bian Xun might still have feelings for Ning Ye.
Xu Lanyi is a grown woman who has seen it all. If she still has feelings for someone after breaking up six years ago, why didn't she do it sooner?
Moreover, Xu Lanyi couldn't understand how a vain woman who was scheming to leave behind a child in order to marry into a wealthy family and achieve upward social mobility could possibly win Bian Xun's favor.
Xu Lanyi's thoughts raced, her gaze settling on Ning Ye. She suddenly had a keen intuition that something she didn't know about existed between them—creating a relationship that couldn't be easily broken, which was why they had deviated from the plot.
Xu Lanyi stood up and whispered as Bian Xun led the mother and daughter past, "Bian Xun, if you have any difficulties, I am still willing to help you and help Wujiang get out of his current predicament."
Bian Xun paused slightly, and Ning Ye also stopped. Holding her child's hand, she looked not at Xu Lanyi, but at Gu Zixun beside her.
Xu Lanyi's micro-expressions were exquisite. Her slightly hunched posture conveyed a sense of vulnerability as she tightly embraced her son beside her, her eyes revealing a hint of sorrow.
Her presence here today was inherently risky. But all of this was motivated by her belief that Bian Xun's appearance would mark the beginning of their relationship.
In fact, Xu Lanyi did not reject his illegitimate daughter. She was willing to treat both children as her own, to raise them with the same good conditions.
The film "Mom" was a trial run, conveying her new image to the public while subtly influencing the emotions of her fan base, making them realize that the actress has reached an age where she should have a happy family, thus giving them a buffer before the official announcement.
But the prerequisite for all of this to land safely is that she has a very worthy partner who will be admired and blessed by the public after a thorough investigation, rather than a child born out of nowhere with a low-class man.
“The Xu family will stand behind you, not for personal gain,” Xu Lanyi said softly.
She was certain that this was still something Ning Ye couldn't do.
Bian Xun looked at her and finally spoke, "I hope you're still acting in your own self-interest."
Xu Lanyi's expression changed.
The president's tone was objective and calm.
"During the duration of your endorsement contract with our company, we hope you will manage your public opinion well and avoid causing unnecessary losses to our company."
Xu Lanyi's brow twitched suddenly as she looked at Ning Ye beside him.
Ning Ye calmly returned her gaze. The fact that the movie queen had an illegitimate child would be exposed sooner or later. She had revealed the information several times, intending to pave the way for her relationship with the Bian family, but now things were uncertain.
Xu Lanyi is not pitiful, but sometimes Ning Ye feels sorry for her child.
The female protagonist did all this to register her child under Bian Xun's name, and by binding her child with him as twins, she could completely cover up her most regrettable mistake.
Her child was like a product that couldn't find a suitable shop window; until it was labeled with a luxury brand, it could only remain hidden away, and he didn't even know why.
Xu Lanyi maintained her composure to the very end. Just as she was about to say something more, her agent called. Her expression finally changed, and she gave Ning Ye one last deep look before hurriedly leaving with Gu Zixun.
Ning Ye gripped the hand of the child beside her tightly.
Today's events made her realize something: Bian Xun seems to be completely self-centered and doesn't follow the script.
What if Bian Xun could also break through the plot's direction?
Then she would treat him even more seriously as the father of her child.
It's not just the image of a card.
As long as he doesn't raise Tao Tao and other children as twins like in the original story, then Xun is actually the most important help to her in raising the children.
Of course, Ning Ye knew very well that this did not mean they necessarily had to be together.
The child appeared suddenly, and Ning Ye wasn't sure what the future held. She wouldn't restrict who Bian Xun would be with in the future, but she only needed him to be there as a father when the child needed him; that was enough.
They can maintain a relationship like ex-lovers who can remain friends after a divorce and raise their children together.
...
Ning Ye looked at him with more respect.
Bian Xun looked down at her with a hint of awe in his eyes.
The two of them maintained a polite and respectful demeanor for a few seconds.
The president slowly pulled her wrist, his fingertips slightly warm.
The donation of five million is just a starting point to encourage further contributions.
Billions in profits are what a CEO needs.
Bian Xun didn't want to linger, so he pulled Ning Ye and Ning Zhitao into the car. Just as he was about to take them back, the old director, walking with faltering steps, ran over and called out to him in a friendly manner.
"Mr. Bian, could you spare a few minutes to interview our kindergarten? As you know, Xia Lu Kindergarten has never received such a large donation before..."
Bian Xun frowned slightly but did not answer.
But the little boy next to him showed great respect to the headmaster, so Ning Zhitao quickly responded, "Dad, you go! You have to answer the headmaster's questions properly."
The headmaster dared not do such a thing. He kindly wiped his sweat and led the aloof and silent patron up to the second-floor reception room.
Of course, they didn't dare to take up too much of the president's time, so they simply prepared a few questions, such as "Why are you willing to donate?" and "What are your expectations for the development of children's education in our country?"
Bian Xun gave brief answers, leaving the rest to the park management.
The headmistress was already quite satisfied. One last question: "Oh, by the way, you're Ning Zhitao's father, right?"
Bian Xun crossed his arms and said casually, "Mm."
He treated the child's biological father as if he were dead.
The principal cheerfully called over Teacher Youzi, holding the information form filled out by the child upon enrollment. "That's perfect. We can update your parent information and give you a special 'Honorary Dad' title."
"Previously, the mother's information in the father's section was vague and inconvenient to enter, but now we know it very clearly!"
Bian Xun took Ning Zhitao's kindergarten enrollment file. This child was enrolled after moving to Xia Lu Community; the enrollment information before that was blank.
However, this is not uncommon. Many families do not necessarily let their children attend kindergarten for the entire year; starting from the middle class is considered normal.
But... before this, if Ning Zhitao didn't go to kindergarten, and Ning Ye herself had to go to work, how did she take care of her?
A cloud of doubt began to rise in Bian Xun's mind, but before he could zoom in any further, he saw the child's father's information section.
It has no name.
However, there are a few lines of basic information.
The handwriting looked very familiar at first glance.
Her handwriting hasn't changed much since she was in school; her strokes are still careful, clear, and delicate.
So Bian Xun remained expressionless, his fingertips hovering over the child's father's basic information, slowly tightening.
so--
Both of them graduated from Peking University.
We both work at Wujiang Group.
A man who is only one year older than Ning Ye.
Who is it?
Bian Xun's face suddenly darkened. Something flashed through his mind, and his exceptional memory worked quickly, instantly recalling another document.
He saw it himself.
Jiang Xinghe's resume.
Bian Xun: "?"
He suddenly straightened up from his casual sitting position and looked at the few lines of information over and over again.
The old kindergarten director was startled and cautiously leaned closer to look. "Is...is there a problem? Oh dear, the child's mother was too modest when filling out the information. She only wrote that you work at Wujiang Group, hahaha..."
Bian Xun: "…………"
Outside the kindergarten, in the back seat of a Maybach.
Ning Zhitao crawled back and forth between her mother and the child seat, peering out the car window, asking, "Why hasn't Daddy come back yet?"
Ning Ye straightened her clothes. "There's probably a lot to cover in the interview."
After all, it's a reward of five million in donations.
Ning Zhitao nodded, then suddenly pointed out the window: "Mom, it's Dr. Jiang!"
Ning Ye looked up and saw Jiang Xing and a truck with the Children's Hospital logo (with the water radical) moving supplies to the kindergarten.
“Uncle Jiang isn’t a doctor.” Ning Ye patted the back of her head.
But he really is a very good person.
On this side, the mother and daughter lived a peaceful life.
Meanwhile, upstairs on the other side, someone is experiencing a nuclear explosion.
Bian Xun stood up abruptly, expressionless, and left the principal's reception room.
The gleaming leather shoes landed heavily on the ground, and within a few steps, a hint of vulnerability flickered in the president's dark eyes.
Stepping outside, he leaned against the wall with one hand, his black, tousled hair falling down, shadows looming beneath his brow bone.
Could it be him?
Not necessarily.
Bian Xun recalled the harmonious and familiar interactions between Ning Ye and Jiang Xinghe in their department. He also vividly remembered a time when Jiang Xinghe had picked Ning Ye and her child up in his car after work.
Seeking to temper one's heart.
Even if it really is him, why can they still be friends after breaking up?
The president, who had been frozen in anger for six years, was finally enraged.
As he walked through the kindergarten's corridor covered with children's drawings, he quickly had Assistant Zhang compile Jiang Xing's activity trajectory over the past few years.
At the corner of the stairs, he heard several finance teachers tallying up today's donation results.
"Dr. Jiang also donated ten boxes of children's medical supplies today."
"Dr. Jiang isn't a doctor. He was just helping out at his family's place last time I gave him an injection. The San Dian Shui Hospital belongs to their family..."
"Wow, Dr. Jiang is quite a catch! Does she have a boyfriend?"
Bian Xun took a cold breath, walked down to the first floor, looked up, and saw a figure moving things in the garden.
On his phone, Assistant Zhang had already efficiently organized and sent the information. As he searched for Jiang Xinghe, he quickly browsed the general situation.
Yes, I'm unmarried. I was living abroad a few years ago, and the city where I work is also clearly stated.
Preliminary assessment indicates that there is no overlapping time period with Ningye.
So when the president walked up to Jiang Xinghe, he had completely transformed from a state of simmering anger to one of arrogance, dignity, and composure.
Jiang Xinghe noticed him and nodded, "President Bian."
While searching and tidying up his wristwatch, he glanced at the medical supplies in the car, then suddenly chuckled, his voice low and magnetic.
"Are you a parent too?"
Jiang Xing frowned and looked over, finding it inexplicably aggressive.
But he was gentle and tactful, saying, "I also care about the children here."
Bian Xun scoffed inwardly and glanced at him indifferently out of the corner of his eye. "If you're not the child's parent, your donation is illegitimate."
Unlike him.
They had already taken up the empty seats.
Jiang Xing looked completely bewildered.
What does it mean when someone does good deeds but is met with ridicule and sarcasm from their boss?
After making a couple of sarcastic remarks to the other person, his mood improved slightly, and he walked back to his Maybach parked by the roadside.
Through the car window, the mother and daughter were clapping and playing a game. Ning Ye's smiling profile and her child's bright smile were completely identical, two versions, one big and one small, and neither of them seemed to have any other man's genes.
But the other half of the genes still exist.
Bian Xun pursed his lips and, feeling utterly exhausted, sat back in the driver's seat.
Ning Zhitao immediately turned her head, "Dad, have you finished answering the principal's question?"
"Hmm," Bian Xun said calmly without turning around, asking the two people behind him, "What do you want to eat tonight?"
He composed himself, looked around, and prepared to find a place to take them out for dinner.
Ning Zhitao glanced at her mother, Ning Ye, who had no objection to what they ate; it was mainly up to the child.
So Ning Zhitao turned her head and obediently stretched out her finger, "Daddy, I can have just one small hamburger."
Now we need to save money for Dad.
Although Ning Zhitao had never heard of her father experiencing any financial crisis or suffering from poverty during her short four years of life, things were different now!
Bian Xun turned slightly to the side, raised an eyebrow, and assumed the child was referring to the kind of burgers served at Western restaurants, so he looked up nearby restaurants on his phone.
However, a round head popped out and pointed at his phone screen, saying, "Not this one, it's this one."
Bian Xun looked at the McDonald's that she had specially pulled out, and asked, "?"
Even if you donate five million, it doesn't mean you have to feed your child junk food.
Moreover, if all goes well, this money can be earned back in just a few seconds.
Bian Xun looked at Ning Ye in the rearview mirror.
Ning Ye inexplicably felt a deep gaze upon her. "?"
After finding a restaurant and preparing to start the engine, he said casually, "Don't worry about the money."
He's decided to become a father, how could he not afford to raise a child?
However, a pair of chubby hands suddenly grabbed his arm.
The little girl's grape-like eyes shone with tender comfort, and her voice was sweet and firm: "Daddy, even if we don't have money, you're still my daddy!"
His fingertips, which were resting on the steering wheel, paused.
That unfamiliar sense of happiness, which he found hard to accept, enveloped him once again.
An unprecedented feeling suddenly sprouted and grew in my chest.
Ning Ye patted the child's head. For the child, her mother and father were her only choices.
Although she has never given birth, the child still follows the bond of blood and regards her parents as the people she depends on most.
One child built a house.
After a long while, Bian Xun finally calmed down, started the engine with a calm expression, and spoke again, as if telling himself, or as if he meant something.
"You can't do without money."
Ning Ye: "?"
Okay, even though he's the father of the child, he's still a cold-blooded capitalist.
She looked up and met Bian Xun's meaningful dark eyes in the rearview mirror, as if they were saying "Don't let me down".
Wait, why does he have such a solemn and earnest expression on his face?
To whom should I entrust this? Her.
…
We must implement this new model for explosive wealth growth.
If things go smoothly, 10 billion will be just a snap of the fingers.
The stock market had already closed that day, and the next day at the company, General Manager Bian began looking for opportunities to guide Ning Ye.
When Sister Zhou returned from the break room, she excitedly glided back to her workstation and received some new information: "Ning Ye seems to be an unparalleled financial expert."
The surrounding colleagues were immediately curious; who wouldn't care about making money?
"What do you mean?" "Sister Zhou, how did you know?"
Sister Zhou thought to herself, "I can't talk about the relationship between President Bian and Xiao Ningning, but can't I talk about things that are within my power?"
"I just saw Bian discussing stock trading with Ning Ye, and it seems like she's quite skilled at it!"
"It seems she holds tens of thousands of shares, which is quite impressive."
Those around were immediately surprised; they couldn't believe it!
Could they learn from this too?
When Ning Ye returned to her workstation, she saw that the gazes of those around her held a subtle respect and hope.
That's strange, Bian Xun had a similar expression just now.
Bian Xun peered deeply into Ning Ye's almond-shaped eyes and told her that the company's stock price had fallen considerably and the time was ripe.
Since Ning Ye accepted his identity as her father, she has shown him more care and concern.
So she patted Bian Xun on the shoulder with a kind heart, her eyes bright as she comforted him, "I know, but it's okay, it'll come back up eventually."
Bian Xun couldn't interfere with her card usage. Every time he tried to be more direct, that invisible restriction would appear, imprisoning his words.
Bian Xun could only stop her, his dark eyes gleaming slightly beneath his brow, hinting, "Have you considered the business opportunities involved? What if it were tens of thousands of shares..."
Ning Ye blinked.
Tens of thousands of shares, that's a lot of money! She can't possibly use Bian Xun's money to speculate on such a large amount! That's outrageous.
And even if the stock price recovers, it will only help him recover his losses in the future, and it won't help him now.
It's difficult, all of them are difficult.
Ning Ye sighed with deep empathy, her soft hair falling down, her pale cheeks flushed slightly, "When the country prospers, the people suffer; when the country falls, the people suffer; small shareholders have it tough."
One hundred naive small shareholders shook their heads and left.
Bian Xun looked blankly at her, and tried to reach out his hand, but couldn't stop her.
He felt a tickle on his teeth, and for a moment he longed to hold her tightly and show her how to reap the wealth that was within his grasp.
However, it is not possible.
He possessed billions and flaunted his wealth in public.
The president's face was cold and stern, his heart burning with anger.
Behind him, Assistant Zhang watched as President Bian tried to find a topic of conversation, seemingly lost in thought.
Ning Ye returned to her workstation and prepared to submit her travel application for the upcoming conference in Hangzhou through the system.
Ning Ye had selected her flight and hotel for the three- to four-day business trip and submitted them to the system, where they were quickly approved.
She was handling her work while waiting for the ticket information.
A few moments later, her phone received several text messages.
Upon opening the ticket, she discovered that it had been inexplicably upgraded to first class.
At that moment, she was unaware that her hotel room had been upgraded to the one next to the presidential suite on the top floor.
Assistant Zhang handled these details efficiently for the president, striving to be a truly all-around expert in assistant duties.
Ning Ye found it inexplicable, but only Bian Xun could have done such a thing.
She looked suspicious, then suddenly remembered something.
During this business trip, something unexpected seemed to happen in the original story, causing Bian Xun to get unusually drunk after a banquet. He rested at the hotel that night, unaware of what had happened.
If the plot doesn't describe it in detail, but it's a necessary part of the story, is it possible that...?
After all, Ning Ye also believed that even if she and Bian Xun had a child, it should be an accident similar to being drunk.
Moreover, she calculated the time and realized that the birth of her child was not far off.
Could it be this time?
Ning Ye suddenly tensed up.
Sitting at my workstation, my cheeks were burning, and my legs were together.
This feeling wasn't exactly romantic; it was purely a sense of tension stemming from an important mission.
Which Friday will it be?
Actually, counting backwards from the baby's birthday is inaccurate. To be precise, it should be counted from the last menstrual period, which is about 40 weeks. But even so, the calculation is not completely accurate.
But she needs to prepare in advance.
Although it doesn't require childbirth, it's still a major project.
It concerns the future of children.
…
Due to fluctuations in the company's market value, some people within the department have been feeling quite uneasy lately.
"The heating subsidy hasn't been issued yet."
"Will this year's year-end bonus be affected?"
Ning Ye, being in the midst of it all, was inevitably affected.
Her performance last quarter was still good, and she was even thinking of taking the kids on a trip after receiving her year-end bonus.
Faced with risks, Ning Ye's financial management methods became more conservative, and she was immediately very glad that she had deposited the big red envelope she received last time into a fixed-term bank account for her child.
If you used that money to speculate on stocks, you might lose a fortune.
Meanwhile, Wujiang held three high-level meetings daily to try to stabilize market fluctuations.
Amidst the chaos and turmoil, only the CEO remained steadfast.
Not only were they completely unaffected by the stock price decline, but they also continued to aggressively invest in research and development. This boldness has earned them the utmost respect! It has also made the Bian family, who were eyeing the company with predatory intent, begin to feel uncertain—
Could it be that he really has a backup plan?
Bian Xun sat up straight and began to guide Ning Ye into the market in various ways.
Before the market closes on Friday.
He would play financial news channels in his car at night, teaching people how to buy at the bottom of the market.
Delivering financial newsletters to Ning Ye's doorstep aroused her suspicion.
Ning Zhitao studied this information in her father's car and at the door of her house, her little head filled with a deep, incomprehensible look. Finally, she asked Ning Ye with a bewildered expression, "Mom, what does all this mean?"
Ning Yexiang gently held the child's hand and said, "They're involved in pyramid schemes."
Her current financial management philosophy is very conservative. The more popular something seems, the less likely she is to touch it easily. She has to observe it carefully.
As a result, the way he looked at her became even more intense.
Ning Ye showed no interest in stock trading until the market closed on Friday. When she came to pick up her child on Saturday, Bian Xun noticed that her expression had turned ashen.
Today, Bian Xun was going to submit a child's painting to the Children's Palace for a competition. It was much more convenient since the child's father had a car. Early in the morning, Bian Xun knocked on Ning Ye's door.
Ning Ye had just finished washing up, her cheeks still damp with moisture, like a warm, misty peach in early winter. She raised her bright eyes, only to find a pair of pale, dark eyes.
?
The president looked as if he had missed some kind of life-saving opportunity; his dark eyes were dull, and he didn't seem as healthy as usual.
If a capitalist's assets evaporate, can he remain healthy?
Ning Ye couldn't help but worry that high-intensity pressure could also affect men's physiological health.
What if his physiological functions are not good recently, and it affects the birth of the child?
Bian Xun's gaze fell on her snow-white neck outside her loungewear. Her brown hair was wet, with a few strands winding along her skin and bones, looking incredibly smooth.
The life in the man's eyes did return.
But there was no money.
The feeling of having wealth so close yet hanging by a thread is truly captivating.
hehe.
Until Monday morning, Ning Ye suddenly decided to buy some more Wujiang stock to invest in her child.
—Because, after being constantly influenced by her father, Tao Tao became completely interested in stock trading and pestered her mother to ask about stocks every day.
The child doesn't understand, but the child wants to play.
Thinking that Wujiang's future development will eventually flourish under Bian Xun's leadership, Ning Ye felt that buying some wouldn't hurt, as it would also allow her child to experience the trajectory of her father's wealth.
The mother and daughter were having a conversation in the Little Genius Family Group chat.
In a secluded corner, the child's father slowly closed his eyes; what a filial daughter!
So, when Ning Ye made a move, the CEO finally did too!
The low pressure that had persisted for several days was swept away on Monday's opening day.
With top management sitting in their offices, the rest of the company is adopting a wait-and-see approach.
Bian Xun strode to Ning Ye in the tea room and saw her working on the app with her head down. He rushed over to change the numbers for her.
It's not too late to buy now; the stock price difference is enough for him to make billions.
Bian Xun remained very calm.
Just then, cheers came from afar.
Monday opened higher, with Wujiang leading the gains?!
Under the watchful eyes of the industry, Wujiang Group's stock price experienced a short-term rebound, with the stock price soaring back to the level before the fall in a single day!
The new president's continuous investment in research and development has paid off, allowing Wujiang to meet the surge in demand for AI computing power head-on. Furthermore, Wujiang has won a bid for an AI computing power infrastructure project in a certain province, instantly boosting market confidence!
The industry was in an uproar, and the entire company was in an uproar.
What kind of composure and courage did that man possess, and what kind of good fortune and wealth did he have?
"As expected of Boss Bian!"
Congratulations, Mr. Bian!
Congratulations!
Ning Ye looked up in surprise. The stock price had rebounded completely. Now, Xun shouldn't be under as much pressure, right?
Amidst the clamor of voices, the president's face turned pale, and his figure suddenly swayed.
...
Borrow another 10 billion from heaven.
He refused.
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Author's Note: I'm late, so I'll be giving away 188 red envelopes.
The flu is terrible. It's too late today; I'll see if I can go earlier tomorrow.
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