He entered the company angrily. As soon as he sat down, Zhao Guangliang received a call: "Master Ding, what are your instructions?"

The old man Ding was angry: "Aliang, what are you doing? Why did you sell all the stocks?"

"Mr. Ding, American experts are not optimistic and believe that there will be a major pullback in the short term." Zhao Guangliang quickly explained, but he did not dare to say that the company had bought short money. "You are an old senior. You should know that doing stocks is the same as working in a money dealer. We seek stability. If we don't ask for more money than others, we have to live longer than others."

"Okay. Stop talking nonsense." Mr. Ding seemed a little impatient, "Don't say that I don't care about you. I don't move the 100 million principal I earned. The 160 million I earned will be transferred to my account. Go and see outside. When will the doors and windows of the Stock Exchange bets a few times? Do you still bet on a big drop? Do you think I don't know?"

"Master Ding..." Zhao Guangliang was a little anxious.

"What? You, A Liang, dare to hack my money?"

"No, no." Zhao Guangliang quickly denied.

"Okay, there is more than an hour left. I'll wait for you to check."

"I understand, I promise to send it."

“…”

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Guangliang couldn't help but rush into Veroso's office. This time, Jing Jian hired Veroso as the trader. In the amusement park where rookies and stock investors are everywhere in Baodao, Veroso, a veteran of Wall Street, was simply like a fish in water.

Looking up at Zhao Guangliang, Veroso asked with a stern face: "Zhao, is there anything wrong?"

Zhao Guangliang was already furious: "Mr. Veroso, why should I buy it for free? Why? If you continue like this, all the customers will run away!"

Veroso shrugged: "Mr. Branble and I agree that the danger is getting closer and closer. Look at how ridiculous it is outside? Tomorrow is the futures delivery period, and today it can still be a premium of about 10%. Your daily limit is only 7%! So many fools actually appear in reality!"

Zhao Guangliang was a little calmer because it was true. What Veroso said just now is the current situation in the Baodao stock market. There are many incredible scenes, such as when the futures are delivered tomorrow, they will immediately lose 3%. However, there are still people who are hyping up the drums and passing the flowers today, and they all think that they will never be the fool who took the last shot. That is no longer crazy, but completely losing their minds.

Veroso held the table with his hands and shouted loudly: "Zhao, on Wall Street, I am famous for being bold and unscrupulous, but in the situation outside, if there is no woman every night, I can only sleep with double sedatives. It is simply terrible. If God wants to destroy it, he must first make it crazy. Please open your eyes and look at this market. Isn't it crazy enough?"

Veroso's anger made Zhao Guangliang's anxiety much better. He lit up the cigarette: "Veroso, I still believe in you, just want to hear what Mr. Jing said?"

"The boss's judgment has plummeted within one month."

"But now I have lost almost 1 billion!"

"That's the premium! If there is a plunge, the higher the premium, the more money we make! And our profits have exceeded 10 billion. What's the point of a mere billion?"

Zhao Guangliang took a few sips: "I'm afraid of bank runs and capital turnover is not working."

"Zhao, don't forget that the boss just transferred $34 million. And we have cleared the position. If we talk about funds, which one of the Baodao securities market can compare with us?"

"Okay." Zhao Guangliang finally made up his mind, but hesitated a little, "Can you give me a certain time?"

"Sorry, that's God's choice, we are mortals." Veroso smiled coldly, "Now wait for that opportunity. Maybe someone sneezes will trigger panic selling. Who knows?"

"Okay, okay. Anyway, I'll wait."

"Zhao, let it go, it's not that scary." Veroso comforted, "How can news about the company spread what you are going to do now? There's a fucking insider, kick them out of the company!"

"Damn!" Zhao Guangliang suddenly realized, and then showed his fierce look, "Which bastard?"

...

Seeing Zhao Guangliang walk out of the office, several confidants surrounded him and said carelessly: "Brother Liang, what do foreigners say? Will the stocks fall?" They and Zhao Guangliang are both prosperous, so they are very anxious.

Zhao Guangliang started to scold: "What will happen if you do if you do it? Sooner or later, will he fall, and he will just wait for someone to break up!"

"Battle?" The little brothers were confused.

"Damn you all understand, how can I still be your elder brother?" Zhao Guangliang smiled and whispered, "You can go and check quietly, which bastard in the company is traitor and sell the news secretly? Fuck your mother, I want him to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life!"

"Received, Brother Liang!"

As he was talking, a little brother rushed in and was the one who arranged to send a check to Master Ding. He shouted in a hurry: "Brother Liang! Brother Liang!"

Zhao Guangliang was so angry that he cursed: "You can't learn to be steady when you have a suit and tie? You can't go to a company and get a rock. Is your mother dead?"

The younger brother smiled foolishly: "No, no, Brother Liang, just heard the news, the Ministry of Finance announced that he would collect capital gains tax."

"Ah?" Everyone's faces were dull.

The younger brother continued, "It's true, the news is playing."

"Haha." Zhao Guangliang snapped his fingers in a crazy laugh, "Open the TV and watch the news."

A group of little brothers swarmed towards Zhao Guangliang's office, and suddenly, someone whispered: "Is this... this is a broken fart?"

With laughter and cursing, these people were so happy that they were almost fainted...

On September 24, in order to curb the overheated stock market, the Ministry of Finance of Baodao prepared to impose capital gains tax. The opening of the day, hit the daily limit across the board.

At the close of noon, Zhao Guangliang was surrounded by Sister Lian and the others again, making him feel embarrassed and clamored to invest the money back. Finally, Ding Ye Sheng invited guests again. In one day, Zhao Guangliang became a myth in the Baodao stock market.

In fact, Sister Lian, Mr. Ding and others are pretty good. At most, they didn’t make any money, but they didn’t lose. Almost all the investors in Baodao suffered heavy losses. They were full of criticisms at the Ministry of Finance, and even knocked on the glass windows, causing personal threats... Anyway, they became dogs that everyone shouted and beaten.

However, those actions were useless to the stock market. From that day on, the Baodao stock market fell day by day, falling for 19 consecutive days, while the stock index fell from more than 8,800 points to more than 4,000 points, almost halfway through the waist.

In addition to being happy, everyone in the investment company received a big red envelope, and everyone had a share, which was equivalent to twenty months' salary. Except for the three unlucky guys, who were kicked out of the company, they were all broken that night.
Chapter completed!