ps: To correct a mistake here, the time of the stock market crash was October 19, 87, and I made it the beginning of October.

George Steve's cheers made Zhao Qing on the other end of the phone frown slightly, but he didn't say anything, George Steve's heart is good, although he has a little bit of caution in it, but after half a year, he has helped Zhao Qing a lot, and he has been doing his best in many contracts and texts, and he has not made a half-point difference.

Besides, Zhao Qing also thought that he would become stronger, since it was a goal, even if he was a little unhappy, he would not take it to heart.

After George Steve's shouting was over, Zhao Qing told George again that he must do these things within a week, even if it costs a little more money, it really doesn't matter if he can't remember what he is about to do.

He didn't want to expose himself to the spotlight of pervasive American journalists, and then dig deeper and zoom in on the paper media, which is still the king of newspapers, for someone to take a magnifying glass and study it.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Qing's body and mind completely relaxed, and a feeling of tiredness immediately spread to all parts of his body, curling up his body on the chair, hoping to relieve it.

In the next time, he needs to quietly wait for the day to come, which is the opportunity he has dreamed of and has been waiting for for more than half a year.

This is a direct blow from the American consortium to the consortium that has reintegrated and developed in Japan, so that they can remember who is his master, Zhao Qing is a small salted fish behind the American consortium, only hoping to get the benefits he expects, as for who wins and who loses in the end, it is not something he can control.

"Young master, it's time to eat."

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Qing was woken up by Hu Bo's soft shout, he squinted his eyes and glanced at Hu Bo standing in front of him, showed a smiling face, and then looked out the window, I don't know when the sky outside has completely darkened.

"I don't know when I fell asleep, but this sleep was so relaxing."

Pulling aside the thin blanket that Hu Bo was draped on, he stood up and made a few stretching movements, Zhao Qing said with a smile.

"During this time, young master, you are too tired, no matter what you think in your heart, your career is not in a hurry, you need to accumulate slowly, the Zhao family under the leadership of the old lady, it was also through little by little accumulation that the current glory of the Zhao family was cast.

Some things can't be rushed, as long as the young master does his best, the young lady will be very happy when she knows about it in Xiangjiang. ”

Hu Bo looked at Zhao Qing's slightly mature face that still had a trace of tiredness, a little distressed, and wanted to persuade but didn't know where to start, so he could only use Zhao Qing's mother to persuade Zhao Qing to restrain himself.

But what he didn't know was that Zhao Qing was most worried about being around him at the moment, in case his sister was manipulated by the big house, after Zhao Yuanqing agreed to faint, would his mother accept it, and his sister was still so young, could she accept it?

They are the motivation for Zhao Qing to work so hard in the United States, once the motivation goes wrong or is gone, Zhao Qing doesn't know what he will become.

Hearing Uncle Hu's words, Zhao Qing's face changed for a moment, and then he returned to normal, he understood what Uncle Hu said, but the most important thing in his heart was his mother and sister, what money, what rights were not as good as his mother and sister to live a happy life, but he didn't say anything, but nodded.

"Huber, you go first, I'll wash my face and come."

The faucet in the bathroom was flowing who came from the cold water was slapped on his face by Zhao Qing over and over again, hoping that this would completely disappear the trace of tiredness he still carried.

Looking at his own appearance reflected in the mirror close to the opposite side, with a soft beard on his chin like the sharp corners of Xiao Hecailou, the face that became a little dark, and the unpredictable black and white eyes, Zhao Qing's heart was firm.

Because in the mirror in his eyes, he saw his sister who was hiding alone and crying silently, and his mother, who was in the room sadly wiping her eyes with a handkerchief, he couldn't let this qiē come true.

Thinking of their painful appearance, Zhao Qing's heart felt a pain like a knife for no reason, and he squatted tightly in the bathroom with his chest covered, his face became hideous and terrifying, and his eyes became red and bloodshot.

"Young Master......"

It wasn't until Hu Bo's voice sounded again that Zhao Qing completely came to his senses, quickly responded a few times, and buried his face in the cold water that had already covered the entire washbasin and was spreading out through the small hole above.

"Hu Bo, you can go back to Xiangjiang in a few days."

After eating, Zhao Qing said to Hu Bo, who was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

Hu Bo's hand trembled, and he slowly put the two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks in his hand on the table, looked at Zhao Qing, and did not speak, he knew that Zhao Qing had something to say later.

"I have prepared a sum of money, after you go back, you will always look for a house for me in the middle of the mountain, at this time, except for the limited number of houses in the middle of the mountain, the rest of the people will definitely have the intention of making a move.

Times have changed, the environment has changed, they can no longer have a large area of foundation in Xiangjiang as before, and they are still calling for wind and rain, and after this impact, the reshuffle of Xiangjiang has really begun, and they are not allowed to continue to stay there. ”

Sure enough, after waiting for the things in Hu Bo Fangxi's hand, Zhao Qing's words rang out again, but these words made Hu Bo a little overwhelmed.

Mid-levels, as the name suggests, is a luxury residential area in the middle of Taiping Mountain, where there are less than 30 households, only 23 to be exact.

It was originally developed by the British for British officials and big businessmen, with the exception of one family, the Ho family, who once owned half of the Xiangjiang River.

It's just that with the passage of time, Chinese capital began to rise slowly, and after the British began to decline, this is no longer a place where only British people can live.

Although the Zhao family slowly rose to become a first-class family in Xiangjiang under the leadership of the old man Zhao, but his pace of promotion to the first-class family was a step slower after all, and when he took out the funds to buy a set, the owner who should change here has completed the handover, and no one will sell it no matter how much money he makes, this is not only a symbol of strength, but also a kind of glory, and in the end, in desperation, the Zhao family can only buy a villa not far from the foot of Taiping Mountain to live.

But now Zhao Qing suddenly said that he wanted to buy a house in Mid-Levels, and Hu Bo, who knew how difficult it was to achieve this wish, was immediately blinded.

But he didn't believe that Zhao Qing was talking nonsense, this young master who grew up watching him grow up was not the kind of person who spoke in vain.

It's just that what is the impact of what he said, do those people have to sell their houses? Financial crisis? Impossible, even if he doesn't know English, there are Chinese people living in this neighborhood, and he often goes to chat with Zhao Qing when he is in class, and he doesn't hear any problems from them.

He wanted to ask why, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only nod after thinking about it, since Zhao Qing said that it would be a few days, then let's see in a few days.

Only when he knows what is going on can he know what to do.

Since the incident half a year ago, Zhao Qing has become more self-reliant, more confident, and does not lock anything else, just see that he has earned tens of millions of dollars with empty gloves and white wolves, and then invested in the stock market, although he doesn't know how much money Zhao Qing has now, but he must have made a lot, otherwise Zhao Qing would not be able to say such a thing.

The next day, Zhao Qing went to class as usual, there was no abnormality, and the stock market continued to climb as usual, and every exchange was overcrowded, staring at the stocks they bought, and at the same time, there was such a calculator in their hands, so that they could calculate how much they had earned today at any time.

A piece of singing and dancing is leveling, the gambling is still gambling, the dancing and visiting the nightclub is still dancing, the man enters the nightclub to put the girl, a piece of the lights are bright and green, thriving.

When they saw Kent, Zhao Qing and Kent looked at each other and smiled, all without saying a word.

He didn't ask the reason why Zhao Qing borrowed money, but he knew in his heart how much money he had made from looking for money, and the people in JPMorgan Chase's business office had already submitted all his transaction records and earnings when Zhao Qing emptied his money.

This is a violation of ethics and codes in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of the Morgan family, this is nothing, as long as they want, someone will tell them what they want to know, not to mention that JPMorgan Chase is still an industry in their family's name.

In a little more than half a year, he has become a real billionaire from a penniless man, and he is a person with cash in his hand, and Kent can't afford to pay no attention to it, and Kent's father, the patriarch of the Morgan family, will also care, after all, he is choosing his right and left hands for his son, and there is no room for sloppiness.

The ordinary day passed like this, and Zhao Qing seemed to have returned to the previous life of three points and one line on this day.

The next day, Zhao Qing was still wandering around the campus as usual, and the money lent by Kent had already arrived yesterday, so he just had to wait quietly.

On this day, Zhao Qing found a corner in the school with a book of moderation and a bottle of Coca-Cola in his hand, sat there and read quietly.

Although he couldn't read the specific meaning between the lines, he could still guess a lot, and this painful and happy way of reading made him persist all day.

On this day, Zhao Qing was quite happy and quite miserable, happy because his body and mind were completely relaxed, and all the plans would come to a conclusion tomorrow.

The pain is because he has nothing to do, so he chose to read Zhongyong, an obscure book of classical Chinese and the sacred words of the ancients.