Dong Lingxi was doing a facial mask in the women's club when she received a call from Jing Gao. She was the only one in the quiet and elegant VIP room, lying down comfortably on the soft chair. The mask is attached to the pretty face. A woman's beauty depends on money.
"Mr. Jing, have you decided?" Dong Lingxi was a little surprised. He turned his cell phone on speakerphone and talked to Jing Gao.
At this time, what could happen if Jing Gao wanted to see Zhao Canglong? It can only be a summation. So she asked tactfully. At the same time, I felt very sorry. In fact, she was looking forward to Jinggao winning! I never thought he would give up so quickly.
She knew about Li Wei.
On the phone, Jing Gao smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether you decide or not. Just make an appointment with him. I know you can do it." His tone was very strong.
Dong Lingxi also felt the change in the height of the well. He speculated in his mind and said, "Okay, Mr. Jing."
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Dong Lingxi called Jing Gao back later and arranged to meet at the Jinghe Club on the morning of next Monday five days later.
It was obvious that Zhao Canglong didn't take Jing Gao seriously at all. Seeking peace? Is this what you want?
At around 9 a.m. on Monday, June 6, Jing Gao arrived at the Jinghe Club in the Poly Building in Shunning District in a black 7 Series BMW.
The elevator to the 60th floor goes up quickly. The urban scene in early summer in the capital comes into view. The glass curtains of high-rise buildings glow with hot sunlight. Bodyguard Fu Ye followed Jing Gao with his briefcase in hand.
"Mr. Jing, hello." Lu Gangyu, who had a good relationship with Jing Gao, was waiting at the door, shook hands with him, and whispered: "Mr. Jing, please bear with the calm for a while!"
In the past few days, there has been another land auction in Hebei Province. I heard from Lao Xie that Xia Shang Real Estate Group did not bid anymore and was shying away from Canglong Group.
Jing Gao gently patted the back of Lu Gangyu's hand, accepted his kindness, and followed him to the banquet hall No. 1.
At this time, the WeChat group "Jinghe's Four Years of Spring" had already exploded.
The aliens are coming: Our young and energetic Mr. Jing has arrived. I just saw Lu Gangyu, a textile maker, lead him in with my own eyes.
Huahua: A large-scale face-slapping scene! How many people were waiting at Jinghe this morning?
Your uncle is your uncle: he has a sore back and is still at home. Waiting for your live broadcast.
Wei Wuji: At San'er's house, right?
Ms. Dong: There is no live broadcast. Just the four of us talking. The conversation remains confidential.
Big birds like me: Alas! Mr. Jing is afraid he will quit the group after today and will not come to Jinghe again.
Cuckoo Pigeon: It must be so.
Aliens are coming: +1.
I'm Xiao Ai: Haha, who told Mr. Jing to provoke me before? Young and frivolous.
Fatty Ma: He is a big fool!
Fatty Ma: I think some people can’t afford it. Who is he?
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The No. 1 banquet hall on the 66th floor is about two to three hundred square meters. The decoration style is Western-style, restrained and luxurious, with gray and white as the main colors.
Today's decoration style is not popular in the past, like local gold and Chinese red. The rich man with the big gold chain is quickly disappearing. Rather, it is fashionable to show real skill in details, showing nobility and distinctiveness.
When Jing Gao came in, the three people sitting on the brown sofa in the middle of the living room: Zhao Canglong, Fatty Ma, and Dong Lingxi did not stand up.
Zhao Canglong was sitting on the sofa, smoking slowly, enjoying himself and being comfortable, as if he didn't realize anyone was coming.
Dong Lingxi put down her mobile phone, picked up the teacup and drank tea, her eyelids drooping to hide her thoughts.
Fatty Ma looked at Jing Gao with disdain and said with a smile: "Hey, isn't this Mr. Jing? What are you doing here?" He had just cursed Jing Gao in the group.
Jing Gao didn't even bother to look at Fatty Ma and glanced at Zhao and Dong. Haha, there are really all kinds of things in the world! He raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was 9:59 am. Zi Gu sat down and said, "Mr. Zhao, you have one minute before bankruptcy."
"Pfft..." Dong Lingxi turned around and spit out a mouthful of tea. Jing Gao's words... simply... simply, she couldn't describe it. Too shocking!
"Haha! Haha!" Fatty Ma laughed out loud, slapping his thighs with his hands, making his stomach hurt.
The corners of Zhao Canglong's mouth turned up slightly, holding a cigarette in his hand. He glanced at Jing Gao lightly and said, "I'm going to die if you don't say anything surprising! I originally planned to dry you out. Okay, you go on. I'll listen."
Jing Gao smiled faintly and fulfilled his wish, "Second point, I am the major shareholder of Canglong Group. Your status as chairman of the board of directors will be lifted immediately."
Dong Lingxi was speechless and looked at Jing Gao with almond-shaped eyes.
Fatty Ma continued to laugh, "Haha!"
Zhao Canglong couldn't help but laugh, lit the ashes of his cigarette in his spare time, and said: "It's a good idea. If you want me to go bankrupt, and then you want me to lose control of the Canglong Group. It's almost a replica of a family being ruined. But..."
Before he could finish saying "but", Zhao Canglong's cell phone rang. Directly interrupting Fatty Ma's laughter that echoed in the luxurious hall.
Zhao Canglong picked up the phone and asked, "Hello?"
The anxious voice of an HSBC trader came from inside, "Mr. Zhao, your position has been liquidated."
What?
Zhao Canglong felt a surge of blood and a little pain in his body. Liquidation, in futures terms, means: he has lost all the money he invested.
Without three points and three points, we will never go to Liangshan. He entrusted HSBC to operate it, not investing in oil futures with huge risks. It is stock index, stock and interest rate futures, options products, etc. He invested a total of 120 million.
It was very quiet in the banquet hall No. 1. Fatty Ma and Dong Lingxi could clearly hear the voice on the phone: Liquidation!
The muscles on Fatty Ma's face were a little stiff. This is quite a skill! He seemed to be laughing a little too loudly.
Dong Lingxi put down the tea in his hand and looked at Jing Gao seriously.
Zhao Canglong hung up the phone, looked at Jing Gao with a gloomy look, looked at the reaction of his younger brother and the woman, and smiled, "That's it?"
His family has a big business, and the investment loss of 120 million makes him feel sad. But it wasn't enough to bankrupt him.
At this time, Zhao Canglong's cell phone rang again.
Zhao Canglong frowned and answered the phone. This time it was not a bank employee, but a manager he assigned from the Canglong Group to handle stock investments for him in Hong Kong. He said in frustration: "Mr. Zhao, today's opening is a bit weird. The dozen or so stocks we bought are all on sale. It plummeted. Book losses were as high as 300 million."
As the stock manager, he had to notify Mr. Zhao of this loss.
Zhao Canglong couldn't hold himself any longer and shouted sharply: "What's going on?" His assets were around 5 billion. This net worth cannot all be in cash. They are distributed in equity, real estate, stocks, futures, cars, yachts, etc.
The combined losses on stocks and futures were nearly 500 million, and the liquidity in his hands was almost exhausted.
"Mr. Zhao, you can read the market for yourself. We may be targeted."
Zhao Canglong asked Fatty Ma to bring a computer, opened the software, and looked at the all-red interface on it, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
A rise in A shares is red, and a fall in Hong Kong stocks is red.
Jing Gao sat on the sofa and ordered: "Mr. Dong, pour me a glass of red wine."
