Chapter 1127

In the trading hall of the Hong Kong Stock Exchange, Uncle Zhao and Old Zhong stood in the crowd, looking at the big screen in front, with triumphant smiles on their faces, forming a sharp contrast with the desperate faces around them.

"Old Zhong, I was right to listen to me."

Old Zhong nodded vigorously, with a lingering fear on his face: "Old Zhao, I really want to thank you this time, otherwise my pension money would have been lost, and I guess I would have to go to the streets to beg for food tomorrow."

Old Zhao smiled triumphantly and lowered his voice: "Look at the people in the hall now, I guess no one ran out. Wait, there will definitely be people jumping off buildings tonight."

Old Zhong nodded in agreement: "If it weren't for your nephew having inside information, if I didn't want to beg, I would have to jump off a building too."

The two chatted in whispers, constantly observing the desperate expressions of the people around them, sighing at how lucky they were.

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Huarong Capital!

Zhuo Qihua slumped in his chair, looking at the ceiling with dull eyes.

This time he lost everything, truly lost everything.

Tomorrow, the creditors will come to him, and everything he has now will vanish into thin air.

Luxury cars and beauties will all become past clouds and smoke. The family business he had worked so hard for for so many years was gone just like that, and his heart was bleeding.

Suddenly, this guy seemed to be possessed by a ghost, bounced up from his chair, his eyes as bright as 200-watt light bulbs.

He hadn't reached a dead end yet. There was still a piece of land in the mainland, which was his capital for a comeback.

"How much capital do we have in our account?" Zhuo Qihua asked a young man sitting in front of the computer.

The young man typed rapidly on the keyboard: "There is less than sixty million US dollars."

"Enough!" Zhuo Qihua muttered: "Transfer this money to this account in the mainland for me."

Zhuo Qihua took a pen and wrote a string of numbers on a piece of paper.

The young man was stunned. He thought the boss was going to add to his position, but he didn't expect it to be transferring funds to the mainland.

This made him unable to understand, but this was not something he should ask about. He did whatever the boss told him to do.

"You guys watch here, I have some important things to deal with."

Zhuo Qihua watched with his own eyes as the young man transferred the money, then turned and left quickly.

If he didn't leave now, he might not be able to leave later.

After leaving the company, he didn't contact anyone and drove straight to Shencheng.

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Zhou Andong, Jian Qiu, Yuan Wanqi, and Zhang Jinghe drank tea at a teahouse for more than two hours and ate special pastries.

Then, Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu returned to the hotel. The collapse of raw sugar was a foregone conclusion, so he didn't need to go to the company again.

Back in the room, Zhou Andong helped Jian Qiu sit on the sofa: "You go back to the country with me, don't stay here."

"No!" Jian Qiu refused.

Zhou Andong said very strongly: "You must go back to the country to protect the fetus, leave this place to others."

Jian Qiu said dissatisfiedly: "Such an important thing as going public, who can I leave it to?"

"Alice!" Zhou Andong said: "For the listing and financing of Rising Sun, Jian Dong International is the major shareholder, and this backdoor listing is also operated by Jian Dong International, which will get twice the result with half the effort.

By then, I will give her a marketing plan. As long as she follows the plan, there will definitely be no problems. And if she comes to promote it, the effect will be better than ours."

Jian Qiu was a bit unwilling, but finally nodded: "Okay, I'll go back with you."

Zhou Andong saw that Jian Qiu's mood was a bit low, which wouldn't do; emotions would affect the fetus.

"Wife!" Zhou Andong sat beside Jian Qiu and hugged her shoulder: "I know you want to help me, but our career has just started. After the child is born, you'll have plenty to be busy with."

Jian Qiu smiled and leaned her head on Zhou Andong's shoulder: "I'll listen to you, when are we leaving?"

Zhou Andong said: "When Deng Jin Hui is in the newspaper, we will leave."

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The next day, raw sugar completely collapsed. Less than an hour after the market opened in the morning, the price fell to 139 pounds per ton.

The Hong Kong Stock Exchange was bleak, with some people crying loudly, and others who were neither sad nor happy, silently turning and walking out.

It seemed as if they had lost their souls, their eyes unfocused, their legs weak, their hands hanging down, swaying.

Just five minutes before the noon close, a loud bang was heard from outside.

Immediately after, someone shouted in panic: "Someone jumped off a building."

In the trading hall, vitality finally returned. One young man wearing glasses, who looked very honest, raised his head to look at the big screen, then smiled miserably.

"Brother outside, wait for me, let's go to the Yellow Springs road together, so we won't be lonely."

The young man muttered, his voice not loud, but it was still heard by a fat man beside him.

"Brother!" The fat man grabbed the young man's arm.

The young man stared: "Don't try to persuade me, I've lost everything, and I owe a debt. If I die, I'll save my wife and children from suffering with me."

"I'm not stopping you." The fat man said very seriously: "I want to jump off the building with you, let's hold hands. I'm afraid I won't be able to find you on the Yellow Springs road."

The young man blinked and hesitated: "You really want to jump with me, and hold hands?"

"Really!" The fat man's eyes looked very determined: "I'm timid. If I don't hold you, I might not dare to jump. Even if I jump, I'll be afraid if I'm alone on the Yellow Springs road."

"Fine!" The young man patted the fat man's shoulder heavily: "We brothers have never met, but going to the Yellow Springs road together, maybe we can be reincarnated together. Maybe we can be reincarnated as twins, and then we will become brothers."

"That would be quite good." The fat man smiled, and the young man walked out.

They walked out, and many others came out just to watch the excitement.

After all, things like jumping off buildings don't happen often.

The young man and the fat man came out and saw many people gathered beside the gate.

The fat man suddenly shouted: "Everyone make way, make way, don't stand here and get in the way."

"I'm standing here, what's it to you, damn fat man." A big man, looking very fierce, glared at the fat man.

The fat man smiled: "I lost everything speculating on sugar, and I'm preparing to jump off the building with this brother. If you have the guts, stand here and don't move, and see if I can hit you and press the shit out of you."

Hearing the fat man's words, the onlookers all left their original positions, and then the fat man and the young man saw a man lying on the ground.

Half of his head was gone, the ground was full of blood, and there were bean curd-like objects.

And his body was like it had no bones, piled together softly, looking very terrifying.

The fat man glanced at the young man: "Let's go, this brother is waiting for us."

"That!"

The young man's face was a bit pale, and I don't know if it was because of seeing the one lying on the ground.

"I... can I go to the bathroom first?"