Kowell was calm and composed, as if Jing Jian was already a moth trapped on the spider web, and could not escape his palm. He continued to taste the food in front of him, and had not had such a good appetite for a long time.

Jing Jian seemed to be hesitating, silently, and still staring at the wall clock. It seemed to have frozen in the air. Suddenly, Jing Jian sighed, as if he answered the question that he was not asking, as if he was muttering to himself: "Why is the efficiency so low? I miss those news barrage!"

"Ah?" Cowell and Linda didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. They were a little confused. Could it be that Jing Jian was saying something stupid?

Jing Jian seemed to have realized it, first smiled brightly at Linda, then nodded at Cowell: "Do you know? It's already 2:40 now!"

I wonder if it was an illusion, but Linda was surprised to find that Jing Jian's expression seemed...it seemed...it was the kind of pitiful for Cowell and herself?

Cowell's smile suddenly froze on his face. His hands holding the knife and fork couldn't help but tremble. He calmed down, slowly put down the knife and fork, and turned his head to look at Jing Jian very seriously. His expression was complicated, a little surprised and a little confused.

After squeezing out a smile, Cowell wanted to ask clearly what this sentence means: "What are you talking about..."

However, before he finished speaking, the bodyguard outside hurried in with Cowell's cell phone in his hand. He looked at Jing Jian with a complicated expression, and then whispered to Cowell: "Boss, the company called it."

Kewell's pupils immediately contracted sharply. He looked at Jing Jian again and found that Jing Jian had returned to the state of teasing Linda: "Little Beauty! Do you want to know about the strength from the East..."

Cowell no longer cared about so many things. If it weren't for the urgent matter of 100,000, the firm's assistants would never have disturbed this important meeting today. And it's probably certain that the matter must have been caused by the Chinese boy in front of him.

"Sorry! I'll lose my companion for a while." Cowell quickly took the phone and looked for a corner, "Hey."

"Boss, something is not good." The assistant who was talking was the temporary manager of the firm now, and today the firm only has one important task to keep an eye on the fluctuations in Yikai's stock price.

"Don't be anxious, just talk." Cowell remained calm.

"Starting at 2:30, a big order from Yi Kai suddenly appeared, and the stock price was closed to $50. We used the reserves to suppress them according to the arrangements you left. But just as soon as we digested a big order, the other party then put up a big order. One by one, it seemed endless, and now all the reserves have been used up. Boss, I want to ask you for instructions, what should we do? Should we use the reserves?"

"Shit! You actually used up 200 million reserves in ten minutes?" Cowell was furious and felt unbelievable. In fact, although Dennis was charging forward, Cowell was not unprepared. During Jing Jian's left and right movements, Dennis' funds had been tightened to the tightest, and Cowell also secretly provided a lot of funds to maintain it. Otherwise, Dennis' fishing net might not be able to hold back Jing Jian's big fish. At that time, Cowell had used that admiration tone in his office to express his admiration for Jing Jian's struggle.

Today, in order to ensure the fruit of victory, Kewell also prepared 200 million reserves when he left, just to guard against possible counterattacks. However, he never expected that this huge reserve only lasted for ten minutes?

"Boss, what should we do?"

"What should I do? Do you all eat for me?" Cowell knew that scolding would not solve the problem, but he just couldn't help but vent his anxiety. Now there are only two ways in front of him, one is to use reserve funds, and it will be a matter of death to see that the last hour is less than an hour; the other is to stop in time, but...?

Cowell suddenly realized that he had no choice at all, and it was not realistic to stop in time. Not to mention that all the previous investments were gone, and after doing such a big situation, it has spread throughout Wall Street. If he was "scared" in shame, he would immediately become a joke. On Wall Street, if he could not maintain his reputation, it would mean that a large number of investors fled from his firm, which would attract all kinds of crocodiles.

As soon as he made a decision, Cowell seemed very decisive: "Use all the spares."

"But... Boss, what should I do if there is not enough spare money?" the assistant asked weakly.

Cowell almost got angry: "Are you a pig? If the reserve fund is not enough, then borrow it in the short term. We can use at least 2 billion US dollars in the future. I don't believe that Chinese boy can compete with such a large amount of funds!"

He pressed the hang-up button in a furious manner. Kewell comforted himself: "It should be a fool, I must be trying to scare myself. This is the last method of the Chinese boy. He should have thought that after using the suspension for a long time, how could he not cooperate with the stock price? In fact, his reserves were to prevent this method. The only surprise was that the Chinese boy still had so many reserve teams. But is this kind of struggle useful? No matter how many reserve teams you have, is it possible to take out 2 billion US dollars?"

...

When Cowell returned to the dining table, his expression had returned to calm and looked full of confidence. Although the fierce battle of funds was the key, Cowell did not want to lose the psychological battle in front of him.

However, as soon as he sat down, Jing Jian looked pity: "I know the stock price has been blocked by $50? Old guy, guess what you would do? I refuse to admit defeat, and then invest one turn after another. I am unwilling to give up? I want to turn the tables like a gambler. What a pity, why don't you think about coming to me first? I will give you a chance!"

Cowell's eyes trembled slightly, but his expression remained calm. He picked up the wine glass and drank a sip of red wine: "I don't want to have such a meaningless verbal battle with you. It's just a little wave after the defeat is decided. I admit that you really scared me and are not good for an old man like me. But the old man also likes to stimulate, and I have to say that you have added a lot of fun to me."

"Hahaha." Jing Jian laughed and shook his head, "I found that the only thing the old guy could hold on was the hard-shelled duck mouth."

"Are you talking about me? Or yourself?" Cowell responded tit-for-tat. "I just ordered another three billion dollars to be used. If not enough, another five billion dollars. Where can you get the confidence that you have? "
Chapter completed!