Dong Lingxi was making facial masks in the girls' club when he received Jing Gao's call. She was the only one in the quiet and elegant VIP room, lying comfortably in a soft chair. The mask is applied to the pretty face. A woman's beauty is piled up by money.

"Mr. Jing, have you decided?" Dong Lingxi was a little surprised, turned on his mobile phone on the hands-free, and talked to Jing Gao.

At this time, what can Jing Gao do to see Zhao Canglong? So she asked very tactfully. At the same time, I regret it very much. Actually, she was looking forward to Idaka's victory! She never thought that he would be cowardly so soon.

Li Wei's business, she knows.

On the phone, Jing Gao smiled, "What is there to decide about this?" You can ask him out. I know you can do it. "The tone is tough.

Dong Lingxi also felt the change in the height of the well, speculated in his heart, and said, "Okay, Mr. Jing." ”

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Dong Lingxi called Jing Gao back later, and the meeting time was about five days later, next Monday morning, at the Jinghe Club.

Obviously, Zhao Canglong didn't take Jing Gao seriously at all. Is this what you want to ask for?

At about 9 o'clock in the morning on Monday, June 6, Jinggao arrived at the Jinghe Club in the Poly Building in Shunning District in a black 7 Series BMW.

The elevator to the 60th floor is speeding up. The city scene in the capital in early summer is eye-catching. The glass curtains of the high-rise buildings are glowing with scorching sunlight. The bodyguard Fu Ye carried the briefcase and followed Jing Gao's side.

"Mr. Jing, hello. Lu Gangyu, who had a good relationship with Jing Gao, was waiting at the door, shook hands with him, and whispered: "Mr. Jing, bear with the calm for a while!"

In the past few days, there has been a land auction in Hebei Province, and I heard Lao Xie say that Xia Shang Real Estate Group did not bid again, and he avoided Canglong Group.

Jing Gao gently patted the back of Lu Gangyu's hand, received his kindness, and followed him to the No. 1 banquet hall.

At this time, the WeChat group of "Jinghe Fourth Spring" has exploded.

The aliens are coming: our young and vigorous well has arrived. I just saw Lu Gangyu, a weaver, lead him in.

How many people are waiting in Jinghe this morning?

Your uncle is your uncle: backache and still at home. Waiting for you to broadcast live.

Wei Wuji: At San'er's house, right?

Miss Dong: There is no live broadcast. Just the four of us. The conversation was confidential.

Big Bird Like Me: Alas, after today, Mr. Jing is afraid that he will withdraw from the group and will not come to Jinghe again.

Coo: It must be.

Aliens are coming: +1.

I'm Xiao Ai: Hehe, who let this Mr. Jing provoke before!

Fat Ma: He's a big fool!

Ma Fatzi: I think there are a few people who can't afford it. What kind of thing is he?

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Ballroom 1, located on the 66th floor, is about 200 to 300 square meters. The decoration style is Western-style, restrained and luxurious, with gray and white as the main style.

The current decoration style is not popular with the previous local tyrant gold and Chinese red. The local tyrant with the big gold chain is rapidly moving away. It is popular to see the real kung fu in the details, highlighting the dignity and distinctiveness.

When Jing Gao came in, the three people who were seated on the brown modular sofa in the middle of the living room: Zhao Canglong, Ma Fatzi, and Dong Lingxi did not stand up.

Zhao Canglong sat on the sofa, smoking slowly, enjoying and relaxing, as if he didn't realize that someone was coming.

Dong Lingxi put down her phone, picked up the teacup and drank tea, her eyelids drooping, hiding her thoughts.

Ma Fatzi glanced at Jing Gao contemptuously, and said with a smile: "Yo, isn't this Mr. Jing? What are you doing here?" He just scolded Jing Gao in the group.

Jing Gao didn't bother to look at Ma Fatzi, and glanced at Zhao and Dong. Hehe, it's really a lot of life! Raise your hand and look at your watch, it's 9:59 a.m. Gu sat down, "Mr. Zhao, you are still 1 minute away from bankruptcy." ”

"Poof..."Dong Lingxi turned his head and squirted out a mouthful of tea. Idaka's words... Just... Simply, she couldn't describe it. It's too thunderous!

"Haha! haha!" The fat man laughed directly, patting his thigh with his hand, laughing so much that his stomach hurt.

The corners of Zhao Canglong's mouth were slightly upturned, he held a cigarette in his hand, glanced at Jing Gao lightly, and said, "It's not amazing! I originally planned to dry you." Okay, you go on. I listened. ”

Jing Gao smiled faintly and fulfilled his wish, "Second, I am the major shareholder of Canglong Group. Your position as Chairman of the Board is immediately relieved. ”

Dong Lingxi's face was speechless, and he looked at Jing Gao with apricot eyes.

The fat man continued to laugh, "Haha!"

Zhao Canglong couldn't help laughing, lit the cigarette ash for a long time, and said, "The idea is very good." If you want me to go bankrupt, you want me to lose control of the Canglong Group. It's almost a remake of the ruined family. But..."

Before he finished saying a "but", Zhao Canglong's mobile phone rang. Directly interrupted the laughter of the fat man who echoed in the luxurious hall.

Zhao Canglong picked up the phone casually, "Hey?"

The anxious voice of an HSBC trader came from inside, "Mr. Zhao, you have liquidated your position." ”

What？

Zhao Canglong only felt that the blood was gushing down, and it was a little painful. Liquidation, in futures, means that the money he invested is lost.

There are no three-thirds, and you will never go to Liangshan. He entrusted HSBC to operate, not to invest in risky oil futures. Rather, it is stock indexes, equities and interest rate futures, options products, etc. He invested a total of 120 million.

It was very quiet in the No. 1 banquet hall, and Ma Fatzi and Dong Lingxi could clearly hear the voice on the phone: Liquidation!

The muscles on the fat horse's face were a little stiff. He seemed to laugh a little louder.

Dong Lingxi put down the fragrant tea in his hand and looked at Jing Gao seriously.

Zhao Canglong hung up the phone, looked at Jing Gao with gloomy eyes, and then looked at the reactions of his little brother and the woman, and laughed, "That's it?"

His family has a big business, and the loss of 120 million investment makes him feel pain. But it wasn't enough to bankrupt him.

At this time, Zhao Canglong's mobile phone rang again.

Zhao Canglong frowned and answered the phone. This time, it was not the bank staff, but the manager he transferred from the Canglong Group to take care of stock investment for him on Hong Kong Island, and said dejectedly: "Mr. Zhao, it's a bit of a demon when the market opens today." More than a dozen stocks we bought fell sharply across the board. The book loss was as high as 300 million. ”

As the manager who manages the stock, he had to inform Mr. Zhao of this loss.

Zhao Canglong couldn't hold back a little, and shouted: "What's the matter?" His assets are around 50 billion. This net worth can't be all cash. They are distributed in equity, real estate, stocks, futures, automobiles, yachts and so on.

Stocks and futures combined with a loss of nearly 500 million, and the liquidity in his hand has been nearly drained.

"Mr. Zhao, you can watch the market yourself. We may have been targeted. ”

Zhao Canglong asked Ma Fatzi to take a computer, opened the software, looked at the all-red interface on it, and almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

The rise of A-shares is red, and the decline of Hong Kong stocks is red.

Jing Gao sat on the sofa and ordered, "Mr. Dong, pour me a glass of red wine." ”