"Smack!"

A black and thick pure South American black lady hand-rolled Cuban cigar was stopped and pinched by Zheng Wuming.

At this time, Zheng Wuming's face was no longer full of the vigor of two days ago, and he couldn't say anything in his mouth that was not that there were more people and more money-it turned out that when there was a certain amount of money, it was useless to rely on his brain alone.

In two days, Zheng Wuming changed from disdain at the beginning to irritability now.

Song Xueli stood beside Zheng Wuming in horror, and raised his hand from time to time to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Did you find it? Who the hell is it? Zheng Wuming patted the broken tobacco leaves on his hand and asked in a deep voice.

"Nope." Song Xueli cautiously looked at Zheng Wuming's face and said in a chattering voice. "The origin of these two funds is very mysterious, and we can't find out for a while."

"Waste, you're a bunch of waste." Zheng Wuming couldn't keep calm anymore. In two days, the stocks invested by Thunder have fallen from the original red to green, how can he still sit still?

Originally, Zheng Wuming was very confident, confident that even if Yan Minghua and Su Qingwu joined forces, they would not be his opponents, but just when he was full of ambition and was about to fight with two female ** in the mall, two mysterious funds suddenly joined in and began to snipe his company with a thunderous momentum. What's even more frightening is that these two mysterious funds are very huge, and as soon as they entered the market, they began to start quickly, directly knocking Zheng Wuming down.

When he reacted, while asking Song Xueli to check the source of these two funds, he began to organize people to fight back, but to his surprise, the other party's financial resources were like his own family opened a banknote printing factory, no matter how he fought back, the other party's funds were constantly invested, which made people feel a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of their hearts.

Hearing that Song Xueli hadn't found out who it was, Zheng Wuming was angry at the same time, and his heart began to feel empty.

There are only two possibilities for this kind of trick of accompanying him no matter how he plays and throwing money with his life.

The first is that the people behind these two funds are fools.

The second is nothing more than that people who have a lot of money are about to use to make stoves, and these tens of billions of dollars are smashed down, and they are not distressed at all.

Obviously, the person who can have so much money will not be the former.

was sprayed wildly by Zheng Wuming, and Song Xueli didn't dare to defend himself, so he could only keep wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead. What he cares about now is not whether he will be scolded or not, but by looking at this posture, Zheng Wuming is mysterious this time, if the Thunder Investment is finished, where should he go to find a home?

Two days is not a long time, but if the other party continues with this posture, Zheng Wuming knows in his heart that he can hold on for a few more days at most, and when a Monday passes, he will have no funds to spend it with the other party. At that time, within half a month, Thunder Investment will be finished.

A company with more than 100 billion dollars in liquidity alone will be finished? The answer is yes.

Some laymen may not know, but they are insiders who know it very well.

It's not a question of more money and less money, of course, it's also about more money and less money.

The other party has more funds than his, and under the money offensive, it is really difficult for Zheng Wuming to keep the thunder investment.

Zheng Wuming originally had 53 percent of the shares in his hands, while 39 percent were circulating in the market, and the remaining 8 percent were in the hands of a few minority shareholders.

Zheng Wuming was angry at the same time, but also laughed at himself in his heart - it seemed that he was overconfident this time. Those two women didn't know what means they used, but they actually got such a big amount of money.

Zheng Wuming knew the financial resources of Yan Minghua and Su Qingwu, so he cashed out five percent of his shares when five percent of the outstanding shares in the market were acquired. His purpose was to consume Yan Murong and Su Qingwu's money.

Looking to acquire? Then take it hard, I'll give you more, Zheng Wuming thought so.

He has 53 percent of the shares in his hands, and he cashes out 5 percent and 48 percent, even if Yan Minghua and Su Qingwu receive all the 39 percent of the circulating shares in the market, plus the 5 percent he cashes out, it is only 43 percent, and under their acquisition, the stock price will inevitably plummet, and when the capital chain of the two is broken, they will have to cash out again. At that time, if you buy the shares back, and then pull up the stock price, you can make a small difference.

The desire is plump and the display is skinny.

Zheng Wuming's idea was very good, but these two sudden funds caught him off guard. That's why he was angry with Song Xueli.

"How's it going over there?" Really nameless asked in a deep voice.

"It's not going to be good." Song Xueli said cautiously. "The other side's funds are too large, and we can hold on to them for the time being - but I'm worried that if we continue like this, our funds will be exhausted."

"What do the others say?" Zheng Wuming asked.

"There is no response, all of them are protecting themselves." Song Xueli shook his head and sighed. "I called all the companies we invested in, hoping to borrow some money from them, but they refused - our company's stock was sniped, which also affected them to a certain extent, and at this time, none of them dared to lend us money."

"What about the banks?" Zheng Wuming's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he hated this group of guys who only recognized money.

"Only Citibank has borrowed $10 billion in high-interest loans to us." Song Xueli said weakly.

Ten billion dollars? What a tempting number it sounds, there are only a few percent of the billions of people in this world who can have 10 billion US dollars, and the rest of the people are estimated to not earn so much in this life. However, in this financial war with more than 100 billion dollars, 10 billion US dollars can only be a waste.

As a result, there was an oppressive silence in the room. Zheng Wuming didn't speak with a black face, and Song Xueli didn't dare to speak, so he could only stand aside and wait for Zheng Wuming's instructions.

After a long time, Zheng Wuming raised his head, looked at Song Xueli and asked. "Where's Kunlun?"

"He's been resting in the break room." Song Xueli asked strangely. "Zheng Shao, are you looking for him?"

"Hmm." Zheng Wuming nodded and said. "Call him and let him go out with me."

"Get out?" Song Xueli was even more strange. "Zheng Shao, the company can't do without you all the time, where are you going?"

"Where to go? Hehe. Zheng Wuming smiled, but there was more of a deep powerlessness in his smile. Go to France and beg for mercy! ”

PS: I don't know much about the stock market, I don't know much about the stock market, I only play with the fund at most, I bought 10,000 yuan three years ago, and now it has shrunk to 5,000...... There is something wrong with the writing, everyone contains, and there is a chapter, don't go away.