"Fourth uncle! I want to check the information of the person who opened the account, I want to find him out and cramp and skin him to feed the sharks! ”

Nangong Meng's eyes were already red with anger.

The wine glass at Nangong Mo's feet shattered to the ground, and the scarlet wine flowed, like a murder scene.

He lifted his lips coldly, and his blue eyes escaped a yin smile: "What's the use of checking that little shrimp?" Do you think a shrimp can stir up a storm in the sea? The real trader is in the back. You're still too tender, 100 million, buy a lesson for you! ”

Nangong Meng's self-confidence was shattered, worse than the glass slag of a wine glass, and muttered: "The person behind the scenes...... Who is it? ”

What level of boss can so easily blow up the face of a genius like her?

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Imperial capital.

The moonlit night is like water, and the evening breeze whispers.

Bo Gucheng looked at the message sent by Xi Zuer, whether it was the title, tone or way of breaking the sentence, there was no doubt that the little girl herself knew that the Blue Blood Emperor was back in her hands.

"Xiaocheng'er, I can't smell you today, I'll turn two pages and go to sleep."

"Are you having a good time, today?"

"Well, I bought a mushroom for a kid and saved his father, and he was very happy."

"Little friend? Schoolboy? "Men are always on a different level of focus, and they are always alert.

"Uh-huh." It's a pity that a certain little woman didn't realize it, what's wrong with this.

"So, because you're with him, your watch also fell on him?"

"No, the watch was left with another child."

"Boys too?" The man's alertness is on the verge of exploding.

"Uh-huh."

Bo Gucheng: "......"

Two boys?

So she is now surrounded by two ill-intentioned members of the opposite sex, pestering her and not leaving an inch?

What's the matter with suddenly wanting to beat someone?

He immediately flipped through the calendar and felt that he couldn't sit still in the imperial capital, and he had to take time to go to Qingcheng to inspect it.

"Is Xiaocheng'er happy today?"

"Well, it's a coincidence that I bought one like you...... Mushroom. Moreover, some people were also saved. ”

He looked at the stock market closing information at hand.

The "emperor, country, military, and industry" that is rising today has been attacked by outside market makers some time ago, pulling down the stock price to an unbearable level, causing the business to fall as a result, and the wages of many scientists and scientific and technological workers who work for it have fallen sharply under the direct influence of the stock price.

He thundered today and directly cleaned the dealer.

and followed the vine to touch the melon, and suppressed the demon stock "Imperial Finance" where the dealer sat in the bank, and fell below the issue price!

Judging from the books, the dealer lost 100 million today, and in fact, the more than 100 million yuan that the dealer sat on the bank shop in the early stage also quietly evaporated.

What are you kidding, "the emperor, the country, the military, and the industry" are national enterprises, and they are the reserve scientific and technological forces that protect the territory for the country and the people.

How can those financial chaebols be allowed to suppress and manipulate stock prices at will?

Don't give those financial plutocrats a little bit of power, these capitalists don't know who is in charge of the empire now!

Although this financial war sounds thrilling.

But at this moment, in the dialog box between Bo Gucheng and Xi Zuer, it is just an understatement of "buying a mushroom".

The two chatted some more gossip, and finally ended with a cute picture of Bo Gucheng's "good night kiss" and a cute picture of a large dog pressing the kitten in the X fur and kissing wildly.

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Close your phone.

Bo Gucheng didn't fall asleep.

He first closed his eyes and reflected on the conversation between the two just now.

Then the eyelids were stretched out, and the expression was calm and deep, and he opened the phone again and dialed it out:

"Qingcheng Middle School, what are the rules for classing?"