At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly in Shen's Golden Building.
This is a secret stronghold of the Shen family, and it is also the trading base for No. 1 Bank to fight against Huo's Fund.
Xiang Dapeng, who was injured by Shen Hongxiu in the morning, had already bandaged the wounds on his ears and shoulders and was standing in front of the bar in the luxurious office.
He poured whiskey while scanning the wall in front of him.
On the wall were huge electronic screens, with red and green numbers constantly pouring into his eyes.
Below the big screen, there are several long and narrow tables, with eighteen top traders sitting on both sides of the table.
Each of them controls two laptops, constantly issuing their own instructions and receiving messages.
Outside the general manager's office, there is a transparent office hall where three hundred people are busy working.
They were like victorious warriors, charging into battle under the instructions of Shen Bancheng and Xiang Dapeng.
The stock market in Xiangguo is from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon, a real nine to five.
And there is no price limit, allowing all parties to fight.
Its rules are even simpler, just like an auction. Whoever has more money and overwhelms the opponent will win and annex the opponent's funds.
Once the stock price drops to one-tenth of the issue price, it will be unconditionally taken over and liquidated by Xiangguo officials.
The losers go bankrupt and the winners pay taxes and leave.
The country of Xiang, with a population of two billion, has always followed a simple and crude approach.
So Dapeng's men are taking advantage of the last hour to kill them all.
"Master Xiang, Huo's Fund is out of bullets!"
"Master Xiang, the Asian National Intelligence Organization has established a relationship, and they will continue to freeze Huo's account for forty-eight hours."
"Huo's Fund stopped suppressing No. 1 Village."
"The first village recovered 600 pieces of lost land!"
"Huo's Fund gave up the confrontation completely, and the stock price of No. 1 Village rushed to 700!"
"A large number of investors' funds poured in to buy No. 1 Village and related stocks, and stocks such as Wanshang Alliance were booming."
"That friendly mysterious fund will invest another 10 billion to help us capture the stock price of 800 yuan."
"The situation is great!"
"The overall situation will be decided!"
"Huo's Fund can no longer fight, and it will lose at least 200 billion in this battle."
As the stock price of No. 1 Village continued to rise, the beautiful secretary continued to report to Xiang Dapeng.
Her tone was full of excitement and excitement.
From hell to heaven in one day, what could be more exciting than this?
"Okay, very good!"
Xiang Dapeng roared: "Victory!"
"Ye Fan, you bastard, I have won, the first village has won!"
"You are going to die, Huo's Foundation is going to die!"
"With two hundred billion in cash, you are finished. You will never be able to turn around again."
"I am the king of this world!"
"king!"
"I am the king!"
Xiang Dapeng waved his fist vigorously while holding the whiskey.
High-spirited.
"I am number one in the world!"
"I am invincible!"
Like Dapeng, he opened the window and roared at the sky.
He wants to roar out the frustration, anger, patience and surrender in his heart.
He wants to roar out the thrill and excitement brought by the Jedi's counterattack.
He wanted to roar out the victory, pride and high spirits of this battle.
After today, all the difficulties of the first village will be resolved.
What about ghost buildings, what about blocked doors, what about the top ten pharmaceutical companies, all the problems were solved with 200 billion.
The first village has washed away its shame, the first village has returned to its peak, and the first village is glorious.
The beautiful secretary was inspired by him and shouted: "Young Master Xiang is the king, Young Master Xiang is the best in the world!"
The sixteen traders also shouted: "Young Master Xiang is the king, and Young Master Xiang is the best in the world!"
Outside, hundreds of staff also shouted in unison: "Young Master Xiang is the king, Young Master Xiang is the best in the world!"
"King! King! King!"
"This feeling is so good as a grandma's!"
After venting his anger, Elephant Dapeng Gululu drank the whiskey and then fell down on the Italian sofa.
He lit a cigar with a satisfied and indescribably happy face.
So cool.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy."
Xiang Dapeng narrowed his eyes: "Ye Fan, just wait and jump off the building!"
"Didi didi——"
At this moment, thirty-two computers in the office sounded piercing alarms at the same time.
The sixteen traders indoors and the hundreds of people charging outside almost stopped smiling and cheering in victory at the same time.
They looked at their computers in shock.
What stuff?
The arrow that was supposed to recover the stock price of 900 yuan suddenly stopped moving.
"Young Master Xiang, this is bad!"
"The five major Chinese families came into the arena with 530 billion to support Ye Fan!"
"Song Hongyan dropped 30 billion!"
"The No. 1 village's attack to reach 900 yuan has been blocked!"
"The Yuan clan will spend 100 billion, and the stock price will drop to 800 yuan!"
"The Zheng family's 100 billion broke through our 600-yuan shield!"
"No, Zhu's Investment Group suppressed the Xiang Kingdom's 20 billion mysterious funds!"
"Retailers' confidence has been greatly lost, and all buying orders have been withdrawn..."
"The Wang family has 100 billion, adding insult to injury and piercing the bottom of 400 iron barrels..."
"With all the funds from the First Village and the Wanshang Alliance, they can only hold on to yesterday's 350 yuan."
"It's over, the Tang Sect dropped another 100 billion, and we're out of bullets..."
"No, Huo's Fund also spent 30 billion..."
"Ye Fan, that bastard, didn't he have 40 billion frozen? Why do you still have so much money?"
"It's over, it's over, Mr. Xiang, we're done. The stock price has broken through two hundred, no, it has fallen to one hundred."
"Damn it, those stock investors and related households have followed suit and smashed the market..."
One news after another is like thunder, bombarding Xiang Dapeng non-stop.
In five minutes, only five minutes before and after, Xiang Dapeng fell from heaven to hell.
His mind hadn't even reacted yet, and his memory was still stuck at the stock price of nine hundred yuan. When he looked up again, he found that the stock price had reached ninety.
The situation is over and there is no way to recover.
Xiang Dapeng wanted to roar back, wanted to order the pot to be smashed, wanted to order money to be collected at all costs, but found that he could not even make a sound.
The five hundred and sixty billion of the five major families and the Huo family were like a mountain of tack, crushing all the efforts of the first village in an instant.
Can't stop it, really can't stop it.
Moreover, this fund not only swallowed up 300 billion in funds from the No. 1 village circle and allies, but also swallowed up 200 billion in hot money that had no time to escape.
The foreign predators who followed the No. 1 village to eat soup and meat, as well as the mysterious capital of the Xiang Kingdom that invested 30 billion, were all wiped out by Ye Fan and the five families.
There was a lot of wailing.
The entire office was extremely silent, and the beautiful secretary and others were all in despair.
No one expected that Ye Fan would suddenly have such a huge sum of money.
"Ye Fan bastard!"
Looking at the cliff-like downward curve on the screen, Xiang Dapeng finally reacted and roared.
He grabbed his cell phone and called Shen Bancheng:
"Hacker, hacker, dad, use the hacker to kill it!"
"There are still fifteen minutes left. Hurry, crash Ye Fan's operating system and let's re-mobilize funds to fight back."
"We can still regain the land..."
He shouted unwillingly.
Although Xiang Dapeng knows that the overall situation has been decided at this time, the stock price has been crushed, and no matter how good the hacker is, it is useless.
If you want to make a comeback, based on the current situation, the amount of funds will be at least one trillion.
With this number, not to mention the First Village and the Wanshang Alliance, even the Red Shield Alliance couldn't get it together in fifteen minutes.
But he was unwilling to do so: "Dad, hurry up, fight back!"
"Dapeng..."
Shen Bancheng's ten-year-old voice came from the other end of the phone:
"We lost this battle..."
Losing is just two words, but it means feeling aggrieved, humiliated, bowed, losing face, and having nothing.
Xiang Dapeng's body trembled, his face turned pale, and his phone fell to the ground.
He was unwilling to accept it. The stock price dropped to the delisting protection line of ten yuan, but it revealed the bloody truth.
Shen Bancheng sighed again: "Give up all resistance. Take the little money you have left and leave Xiang Country immediately."
"Why are you leaving?"
Xiang Dapeng roared: "This is our root, we can start all over again."
"Everyone pushed down the wall!"
Shen Bancheng reminded: "Now, our enemies are not just Ye Fan, but also many of our own people!"
Xiang Dapeng shouted: "Come and kill each one!"
"I'll have the final duel!"
Shen Bancheng's voice was clear: "Your brother's life and death are unknown. You can't let anything happen to you again. Leave Xiang Country first."
"My fate is up to me -" Xiang Dapeng crushed his cell phone, then took out a box from the wine cabinet and went out like a whirlwind...
