Sunday evening.

With a clanging sound.

The cup was broken to the ground.

A bald man with a gold necklace stood still as if he had lost his soul.

His stock trading software popped up a "Stock News": Holding Stocks!"

When I clicked in, I found that the farmer and herdsmanship eagle I held in my entire warehouse was about to be *st!

The news content is roughly as follows: "Behind the monster stocks, the farmer and herdsmanship eagle, is the escape of insider funds? Or the last madness before death?"

"The first pig stock in the past will be delisted!"

"Agricultural and Animal Husbandry Group Co., Ltd. disclosed its annual report; the net profit attributable to shareholders of listed companies last year was -3.833 billion yuan, a year-on-year decrease of 8550.88%.

"The company's stock will be specially treated for "delisting risk warning" starting from the 25th, and the stock abbreviation will be changed from [Agriculture and Animal Husbandry Eagle] to [*st Eagle]!"

"It is reported that the listed company was suddenly pushed up by large funds last week, and it once sparked market fanaticism, attracting a large number of retail investors to take over the market for five consecutive daily limit increases!"

"At present, more than 320,000 shareholders hold shares of the listed company..."

The bald man's face suddenly turned pale, and his heart suddenly hung in his air!

It's over!

It's completely finished.

This time I stepped on a mine, and it was not an ordinary mine.

After ordinary stocks are delisted, it is normal to cut the stock price by half.

Not only that, this time, he actually raised several daily limits and shipped goods, and his fear would be even more intense.

The bald man was trembling all over. In fact, he saw that the market was in good condition on Tuesday, so he couldn't help but secretly embezzle the unit's project funds and increase his position in this stock, and no one knows about this.

He called Song Zijin in a cold sweat.

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Song Zijin, who was eating at home, rang his cell phone. He picked it up and smiled and said, "Dajun? What's wrong?"

"Brother, it's over, I'm lying in thunder!" The bald man's voice was trembling.

"No, what's the situation?"

Song Zijin was afraid again on Friday and did not buy stocks, so he did not notice the news prompts on his mobile phone.

The bald man shouted in a thorny voice: "Delisting warning, the eagle has been stung, it is still the kind with stars!"

Suddenly, Song Zijin stood up, widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "No way?"

"Really, you read the news yourself. After this, there must be funds receiving the news in advance. This is deliberately pushing up the shipment!" The bald man said regretfully: "I was not willing to sell it on Friday, and I will definitely not be able to get it tomorrow."

"Be steady, don't panic!" Song Zijin took a breath and cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

In fact, he also muttered, which was too terrible.

I almost bought it. If I hadn't been one step slower in the end, I might have fallen into the pit.

The bald man shouted in a crying voice: "I'm going to die this time, and I've bought the unit's project money!"

Song Zijin's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but curse, "Are you crazy?"

He said with a tight voice: "Damn it, is it possible that the fortune teller said that there is huge investment risk, which is referring to this time!"

In fact, Song Zijin knew very well.

If you buy this stock, then the operation will definitely be like a bald man.

Thinking of this, he was scared and almost fell into the abyss.

...

Changling West Street at 1:30 a.m.

It was empty on the street, and only the late-night snack stalls were still lively, beer and barbecue skewers.

"Boss, one portion of roasted eggplant, one portion of roasted waist."

"Two more strings of enoki mushrooms!"

Li Mowen took a deep breath and was in a bad mood to come out for midnight snacks alone. He studied it in the past two days.

Finally I understand why those people are going to pay debts or have deep hatreds, and they are going to throw red oil.

It turns out that thing can't be washed off at all.

The most direct way is to scrape off the wall shell and then brush it again.

He smoked a cigarette silently.

Because the whole street is now full of negative news, even the little kids in the alley know it now.

Li Mowen took a breath and had to remove the red oil as soon as possible no matter what, and it really affected the business of the next store.

Thinking of this, he flipped through the address book.

Try to find a classmate who has a better relationship and a wealthy family to borrow some money and find a decorating master to re-wash the wall.

Make it as decent as possible.

However, just as he was flipping through the address book, he suddenly saw Chang Xingteng's phone call.

It was the customer who was going to have surgery but his family didn't listen to the advice and finally something happened.

Li Mowen hesitated, and a moment of shakenness appeared in his mind.

He was wondering if there was a possibility, but it was actually because of his own intervention that the conflict and contradictions were exacerbated and the tragedy occurred.

However, this idea flashed away and was decisively denied by him.

The reason is very simple, that is, the bad news feedback from black technology glasses refers to the final result of development according to normal laws of things.

In other words, even if you don’t show up, you don’t even get these glasses.

The hospitalized old man would eventually encounter this disaster.

That's why Black Technology Glasses tell themselves that the old man's life is about to end.

Try to intervene and persuade and stop it.

I just want to try to change this result.

Although it failed in the end, it was considered to have done its best and had a clear conscience.

He took a sip of cigarette with a complicated expression.

This world has always been like this. If you work hard, you may not succeed.

But if you don’t do it, it’s like accepting your fate completely.

...

At this time, the boss of the late-night snack stall brought over a stack of roasted eggplant, "Come on, please use it slowly!"

"Hey, aren't you the fortune teller on West Street?"

The boss's wife was stunned for a moment, but finally put down the roasted eggplant, after all, they were all guests.

But as soon as these words came out, the guests from the two tables next door looked over.

"Yeah, isn't this the legendary fortune teller?"

"That's right? They are not ordinary awesome. They have become celebrities on our West Street in Changling."

"Just that shop on the corner of the street? The one who was splashed with red oil?"

"Yes, it's him!"

"Woo Cao, I thought it was an old man, and he looked only in his twenties!"

The group of people immediately began to laugh at each other with meaning.

Li Mowen narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party. Through the black technology glasses, he saw the guy wearing a denim jacket who had just laughed at him, with a green word hanging above his head that made him laugh.

【Rule value: 4 (step on dog shit)】

Li Mowen was in a bad mood at first, and even had a midnight snack, he was rumored to others, so he said at the top of his throat: "Be a person, stay at the forefront and meet again in the future."

"Especially the one who stepped on shit!"

As soon as these words were said, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

The group at the table next door were all young people, and they drank some wine, and the number of people was also advantageous.

Ming Ge, wearing a denim jacket, immediately slapped the table and stood up. He stared at him and asked, "Damn who are you talking about? Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about stomping on shit?"

The other friends were quite rational and pulled Ming Ge next to them.
To be continued...