Seeing Qin Ze still staring at the documents, Wu Hongchao tapped the table with his fingers.
"Stop looking, doesn't your company have a place for boxing training? Let's go over and have a fight with you."
Qin Ze shook his head, "I'm not interested. I just want to see what their faces are like."
Wu Hongchao opened his mouth and was about to speak when the office door was pushed open.
The person who came was none other than the dejected Xu Tao.
"Mr. Qin."
Qin Ze raised his head and glanced at him, then moved his chair back a little and put his feet directly on the desk. As for Xu Tao?
He paid no attention to it.
He was too lazy to pay attention to someone who was blinded by money.
Let the front desk inform him to come, he just wants him to experience what it means to be on pins and needles.
It would be easy for such a person to just crush him to death, but this would be too easy for him.
He wanted Xu Tao to wait here bit by bit and let him torture himself psychologically.
Xu Tao stood stiffly on the spot. Although Qin Ze did not speak, he did not feel that he had escaped. After all, the loss he had caused to the company was not a small amount.
He knew the final result, but he still had some luck. Fortunately, Qin Ze could let him go.
It is precisely because of this kind of luck that he is suffering now. Two different thoughts are fighting in his mind, making him nervous and tired at the same time.
Meng Chuan moved quickly. Forty minutes after he left the office, Qin Ze's cell phone rang.
This is a series of strange numbers, but if a strange number can be called within this time period, the identity of the other party is self-evident.
Qin Ze smiled and shook his phone at Wu Hongchao, "Which one of these two do you think this call will be from?"
"I don't know, and I'm not interested in guessing."
"Guess, sitting is just sitting anyway, wouldn't it be nice to find something to do?!"
The change from the rage just now to the carelessness now made Wu Hongchao suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. He didn't know how this guy's heart grew, and why did he change his face faster than his mother-in-law?
"Aren't you going to pick up?"
"Why are you so anxious? Anyway, it's not me who should be anxious now."
In a villa on the Third Ring Road in Kyoto, a man who looked to be in his early thirties was talking on his mobile phone with a flushed face.
Listening to the clearly connected but unanswered call, the man threw the phone away angrily, then raised his leg and kicked the coffee table in front of him.
"Fuck, what does that little brat Qin Ze want to do? Does he want to kill everyone? Huh?"
The man smashed everything around him that could be smashed. When he saw that there was nothing left to smash, he found a chair and sat down, and then asked the female secretary beside him,
"How is the situation in the stock market?"
The female secretary seemed to be used to such occasions. She said calmly, "It continues to fall. It has fallen by two points now."
“Where is the public opinion online?”
"The trend is one-sided, and most of the comments made by trolls have also been blocked."
"grass."
After Huang Ping heard this, he cursed again.
Now he wished he could appear in front of the boy named Qin immediately and kill him with one shot.
In less than an hour, he lost at least 500 million.
This is only calculated based on the shares in his hand. If all of them were added up, the losses would be incalculable.
And it doesn't matter if a company is screwed, but all the companies related to it are now facing the crisis of collapse, whether in terms of stock prices or negative news.
And after those shareholders learned that Qin Ze wanted to mess with him, they also let it go. If they lost money because of him, then he would just wait to get in.
It doesn't matter to him if one or two people say this, but if ten or twenty people say this, he has to take it seriously. After all, if these people really get together to mess with him, then he may not be able to resist.
Huang Ping rubbed his temples, "What did my dad say?"
"District Chief Huang is moving around, there is no news at the moment."
"Fuck, what does this little brat mean? Does he want to kill everyone? Isn't he afraid that we will join forces to counterattack?
Mud, isn't it just to take some money from him? Is it so useful? Why does he make so much money alone? Has she spent all her money? grass"
Huang Ping was very angry, but the little secretary on the side was indifferent. She had seen this kind of thing too many times in the past few years. She knew that these people were used to being able to take advantage of them.
That's why I have such a natural idea.
In the past, all they encountered were soft persimmons, and they took them as they dared to resist anyway. But now they encountered hard problems, and they suddenly recognized the reality, so he was so angry.
"Call him again from your backup phone until he answers."
The female secretary took out her spare phone and dialed that number several times, but the result...
"Mr. Huang, the phone has been on the line. It should be the person from the Zhao family who got in touch first."
Looking at the hung up call, Wu Hongchao shook his head helplessly, "Resolve it as soon as possible if you can, and don't cause more trouble to the old man."
"I know, you don't need to tell me, I have my own sense of proportion."
As soon as he finished saying this, the cell phone on the table rang again, but this time the number was changed.
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows at Wu Hongchao, and then directly pressed the speakerphone.
"Hey, is this Qin Ze? I'm Zhao Hao!"
The voice on the other side was very frivolous, and some women's voices could be heard on the phone.
"Oh~ Mr. Zhao called me and gave me some advice?"
"I don't have any advice. I just want to make friends with you. How about you just tell me and the matter is over?"
"Double."
"No problem, give me your account number and I'll call you back."
Hearing what he said, Qin Ze raised his eyebrows again, "So happy? Why don't you make a counter-offer without a struggle?"
"Hey~ What's the point of struggling? As the saying goes, peace makes money. To me, money is just a string of numbers. If I can use this string of numbers to teach you a friend like me, then I think I will feel twice as good. It’s not that it’s unacceptable!”
Qin Ze glanced at Wu Hongchao and saw Wu Hongchao nodded. Then Qin Ze said,
"I will send you the account number in a moment, and I will take down the online content when the money arrives."
"Refreshingly, that's settled."
After disconnecting the call, Qin Ze knocked on the phone, "What's going on with Zhao Hao?"
"The youngest son of the Zhao Chang family, his mother is the actual controller of Hongchang Capital."
Hearing Wu Hongchao's explanation, Qin Ze stretched out, "With this background, he can also like these three melons and two dates? Is he sick?"
"He was able to participate because he was tricked by Huang Ping and others. By the time he wanted to withdraw, it was already too late. Otherwise, do you think a person like him only got 500 million?"
"Damn, five hundred million isn't money?"
"Compared to you, five hundred million is really nothing." Even Wu Hongchao was extremely resentful when he said this!
How much money has he made in these twenty years?
Compared with the guy in front of him, that's not enough for a day's income, so can he not be resentful or bitter?
