"So that old man just refused to save him when he dies!?" Weng Shiyao sneered.
White gloves said plainly: "Prince, be careful of your words."
"The master is a high-level person. In his opinion, the things you encountered are just children's fighting spirits." "Children fighting spirits!?"
Weng Shiyao laughed so much that he was so angry.
"It's because it's a fighting spirit that you must win! Otherwise, how could I raise my head to see people in the future?"
Bai Glove glanced at Weng Shiyao and said calmly: "Prince, the master once told you that no one in this world can win forever."
"A truly powerful person is not to win all the way, but to stand up after losing. Prince, you are still far from this, which is why the master never gives you power."
Weng Shiyao stared at Bai Gloves tightly and sneered, "When is it your turn to teach me a lesson? Don't forget your identity. No matter how much my dad values you, you are just a servant in my family!"
The white gloves' expression was still calm. Obviously, it was not the first time he had heard similar words.
"I understand, Prince, I won't talk nonsense in the future."
He bowed slightly, Bai Gloves took a step back and stood in a more corner of the room.
Obviously, he did not intend to interfere as to whether Weng Shiyao will die or live next.
Without the support of subsequent funds, Weng Shiyao still did not give up on resistance.
He tried every means to raise funds, and even sold several properties under his name.
But at first glance, this money seems to be quite a lot, but in the stock market that can't even make a splash.
"Bastard, that beast Li Jin, definitely did it on purpose!"
A week later, Weng Shiyao, who was staring at the screen with bloody eyes, let out a curse and roar like an evil ghost.
"Every time when I'm about to give up, he will delay the offensive and let me take a breath, but when I find some money and invest it in, he will swallow it immediately."
"He used a slow knife to cut off my flesh piece by piece! He definitely did it on purpose!"
Compared to being trampled to death in an instant, the most painful thing is what Weng Shiyao has now experienced. This process of slowly playing tricks on you like a cat and mouse, allowing you to walk into the abyss in repeated despair.
Over the past week, Weng Shiyao has lost more than ten pounds and his mental state is almost on the verge of collapse.
"Prince, why don't you give up. After a week of limit down, our stock price has only 30% of its market value before. If this continues, we will delist."
A trader said boldly.
Weng Shiyao turned his head suddenly, stared at the trader coldly, grabbed the cup at his hand and slapped it hard on his head.
The trader screamed and fell to the ground with his bloody head covered.
"It's all the unscrupulous food in your group that make me lose so badly!"
Weng Shiyao roared angrily.
After this battle, he could almost imagine that he had become a laughing stock among countless people and was regarded as an idiot.
This kind of grief and indignation and humiliation is absolutely unbearable by Weng Shiyao, who has always been arrogant and arrogant.
He can lose, but he must not lose to Li Jin.
This idea almost became his inner demon.
Looking at Weng Shiyao who was like a madman, the already dull room was even more silent, and no one dared to speak easily anymore.