Magic City, Asia Headquarters Building of Morgan Investment Group.
In the general manager's office, Ke Jie was drinking coffee elegantly.
In front of him, there was a laptop with stock software open.
Thinking of Song Qingge's decisiveness in Hangzhou last night, his heart was filled with hatred.
He stood up and walked to the next meeting room.
At this time, several members of the Apollo team were selling stocks intensively and frantically smashing the market.
"How long will it take until Changge is destroyed?"
Ke Jie looked at them and said calmly.
"Mr. Ke, if the last wave comes, they will stop working completely. According to my estimation, the funds in Changge's account now may not even be 200 million," the person in charge said.
"Brothers, don't stop, keep smashing until Changge is completely destroyed!" Ke Jie gave the order.
"yes!"
Several members of the Apollo team seemed to have been pumped, and the selling speed was a bit faster than before.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ke Jie's mouth.
He picked up the phone and dialed Song Qingge's number...
Hangcheng, Changge Group Office.
At this moment, in the office.
There were beads of sweat on everyone's foreheads, and their faces were as pale as paper.
"President... our account will be empty soon, and there is still 150 million left!" Yu Mengnan's eyes turned red, and he looked at Song Qingge with a cold sweat on his face.
"...They are still placing orders intensively...the money in the account is only 100 million..."
Another person said anxiously.
"Fifty million more!"
"It's over, I can't keep it anymore, my account is only 10 million!"
The voices of despair sounded densely.
It's like blowing the death knell for Changge Group.
"Only five million left!"
"three million!"
"Two million!"
"one million!"
brush!
Yu Mengnan raised his head, his whole body trembling: "President...account...empty!"
"we lose!"
For a moment, the whole audience was stunned.
Lost!
These two words, like a heavy hammer, hit everyone's heart.
Song Qingge's legs went weak and he slumped down on the chair, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair.
A mood of pessimism and despair enveloped the entire Changge Building...
At this time, all Changge employees were looking at their phones blankly, unable to believe the scene in front of them.
The powerful Changge Group, the rapidly developing Changge Group, the vibrant and hopeful Changge Group, is going to collapse like this?
They regard Changge as their home, their ideal, and their future, but now...
Home is gone, ideals are gone, future is gone...
The female employees' eyes were sore and they cried.
Although the male employees did not cry, their eyes were red.
Toot toot toot.
Song Qingge's cell phone rang.
It was a call from Ke Jie.
Song Qingge answered the call with an expressionless face: "Is something wrong?"
Ke Jie's proud voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Qingge, how are you? Are you in a good mood?"
"Sorry, I accidentally destroyed your Changge Group."
"However, it's still too late for you to regret it now. Even if Changge Group is ordered to delist, I will fund it to revive it."
"But the premise is that you have to come back to me."
Song Qingge's body was trembling, and her heart was full of unwillingness and anger.
