Being an old ancestor who loves to drink, Zuzi awkwardly covered her lips and coughed twice.
"Well, it’s not the alcohol that’s harmful, it’s the people with no self-control, little mouse."
"I understand, Ancestor. My dad is just one of those people without self-control! Do you think he can be saved?"
Zuzi raised an eyebrow helplessly, "Forget it. Let’s go in and take a look."
They walked to the door.
Suddenly stopped in their tracks, seemingly sensing something, lost in thought, "Is there a private room inside?
"Yes, yes, yes, I’ll get a VIP room ready!"
The man held a glass of red wine, leisurely leaning back on the sofa.
The exchange manager reported respectfully, "Master Si, the securities transactions in Qingcheng have been very active recently. We acted as the dealer several times, skimming the retail investors’ money over and over. Except for one small misstep, the rest have yielded over eighty percent profit margins, totaling three hundred million into the account..."
Stock trading is essentially a gamble.
Where there is gambling, there is a dealer.
Most ordinary investors are unaware that the money they invest is actually going into the dealer’s trap.
First, they give you a few points of increase to let you taste the sweetness, and then, it’s non-stop plummeting. Occasionally, it goes up a bit, but next time it falls even harder, cycling repeatedly, deeply trapping you.
The difference in between is silently siphoned away by the dealer.
Yet, investors always believe they just had bad luck.
Next time they have a bit of money, they invest again without hesitation, until they are addicted, completely trapped, bankrupt...
Nangong Mo is one of the masterminds behind the manipulation of the Empire’s stock market.
Commonly known as a Financial Tycoon.
Listening to his subordinate’s report of earning three hundred million, his expression did not become better, but instead, he smirked coldly, "Busy putting a gold coating on your faces, yet glossing over your mistakes. Was it a small error or a big one?"
The manager, breaking into a cold sweat, said, "I deserve to die, I deserve to die! Master Si, that error was truly not substantial, only a little over ten million. It was because a new customer suddenly came to the exchange, got lucky by accident, and hit two of our dealer stocks, during the lift period, pocketed our money and left immediately, settling the same day, there was no way to make him cough it back up."
What he referred to was the transaction Zuzi led Wu Minghao to do, using a little over ten million to secure the dowry jewelry for Xiao Sha.
However, Nangong Mo was not satisfied with this explanation, "Ten million indeed is not a lot of money. But... it’s my face that’s lost."
The manager trembled, looking at Nangong Mo’s fierce expression, recalling the incident from a couple of days ago where the restaurant manager from the Nangong Group in the Imperial City had fallen into the sea and was dismembered by sharks after Nangong Mo’s inspection.
He felt his own life was in great danger!
Qingcheng also had seawater.
He didn’t want to feed the sharks!
Thus, he hurriedly added to his report, "Master Si, we absolutely won’t allow such poor retail investors to rob us. So from that day on, I’ve been keeping a close eye on this account and finally caught an opportunity yesterday, setting a trap to lure him into buying a junk stock. This time he is sure to fall into financial ruin."
He was talking about the unfortunate Wu Minghao, who bought the stock that hit the limit down last night!
Nangong Mo’s expression finally returned to normal. He swirled the glass of red wine in his hand and took a sip, "Continue."
If you dare to snatch meat from his mouth, you must be prepared to be skinned and stripped to the bone by him.
The tense atmosphere in the room finally eased slightly.
At the other end of the sofa, dressed in a black hoodie, pretending to be cool, Nangong Meng puckered her lips and spoke up—