When the goal is reached, Zhang Jing finishes his viewing of the house, returns to Kanfan Farm, and turns on the silent mode.

Because the stock of "Game Translation Station" has been repeatedly maliciously shorted by large short-selling institutions for a long time to make money, and a lot of liquidity is released every day, Unik and Grims, who uses a pseudonym, quietly buys put options and stocks that are falling endlessly every day.

Buying a put option is to help the short-selling institution to suppress the stock price together, which will cause the stock to be bought to lose immediately, and the advantage is that the option will not lose.

When the number of stocks in hand is enough, or it is discovered by large institutions, then buy call options with backhand, as long as you buy 100,000 yuan call options, the brokerage will be forced to buy 50,000 outstanding shares.

It is foreseeable that the stock of the game translation station will soar at that time.

It's a long and patient process, with little real work, but it brings a lot of people together and they can't leave, so they are forced to find something to do for themselves.

Either get together to drink and chat, or talk and play cards together, and there are still people who are studying.

Unik and Greens are patching up the plan.

Barbie was under a clean broken wall, burying her head alone to pay the bills, Zhang Jing walked up to the woman, interrupted her thinking and asked, "How much has it been spent now?"

Looking up at Zhang Jing, Barbie rubbed her forehead, "For three consecutive days, it cost a total of 150,000 meters to buy put options, and up to now, 200,000 shares of game translation station stock have been purchased, with an average price of 8.5 meters per share, and a total of 1.7 million meters have been spent."

Zhang nodded, these expenses were not much, and it was obvious that Unique and Greens were very careful.

Without disturbing Barbie, she noticed that 14-year-old Matim and 14-year-old Cairo girl Zainab were doing their homework under the canopy tent not far away, and Zhang Jing walked over quietly.

As a person who came over, Zhang Jingkeen found that the two of them were actually... Is there a little bit of puppy love?

At this time, Zhang Jingcai remembered that they were the same age, still in the same class, and it was not surprising that they went to school together and left school together every day, and they had a good impression of each other.

However, this is not allowed by Zhang Jing, so he directly beat the mandarin duck, "How your homework is written, I'll take a look."

The boy and girl were in love, and they were startled by a bad guy, and hurriedly sat down.

Zhang Jing took away the big boy with a mushroom head and many freckles on his face, Matim's math homework book, it doesn't matter if he doesn't look at it, he will blow it up directly when he sees it, and asked angrily: "Half plus one-half, equals one-quarter, how do you calculate it!"

Matim was dumbfounded, didn't dare to look at Zhang Jing's eyes, and twisted, "That's how I count."

"I don't listen carefully in class," Zhang Jingsheng asked in temperament, "What do you want to do when you grow up!"...

"I want to be a combat athlete when I grow up." Martim replied with a bowed head.

"To be an athlete is also to be good at math," Zhang Jing reprimanded the big boy, "at least he can read the score and calculate the time!"

Martim retorted, "I can still herd cattle."

"Herding cattle?" Zhang Jing hit mercilessly, "You don't know how to do it!"

"Then put it down."

Zhang Jing: "...."

Looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees, 10,000 divine beasts ran in his heart, and it took a long time for Zhang Jing to calm down, and then picked up Zainab's homework book.

Regret, Zhang Jing shouldn't be cheap, the content of her homework book is exactly the same as Matim's, I don't know who copied whom, "Do you want to do it when you grow up?"

Zainab was also afraid of Zhang Jing and muttered, "Give fun more chocolate chips."

Zhang Jing hurriedly pinched himself and almost lost his breath.

....

At the same time, 40 minutes away from Kanfeng Farm, at 2455 Hannaford Avenue Estate, Omar met with his hired private detective.

"How's the investigation?" Orma asked.

The detective, a middle-aged man with an unattractive appearance, stood seven or eight meters away from Omar and replied, "The last woman you came into contact with found that she had committed suicide, and that she had bone cancer and that a three-year-old child was currently missing."

"Huh?" Omar wondered, "That vicious

Isn't a woman a carrier of disease/poison?"

"No," the detective said unhurriedly, "you are likely to have been injected while asleep or drunk, and this is a deliberate act, and there is a high probability that you will make a deal with her, such as taking care of her son for her."

"Does that mean that as long as you find that three-year-old child, you can find the mastermind behind it?" Omar asked.

"Theoretically, yes," the detective analyzed, "in fact, the probability of finding a toddler is extremely small, and the person may no longer be in Citigroup;

It's best to think differently and write down your history of making enemies with others in the past three years, and I will analyze it, or I may be able to find clues."

Omar regretted it in his heart, his personality is a bit perverted, like a naughty child, he likes to catch people, go around people, and take the initiative to provoke others.

Therefore, he has provoked many people, but none of them are mortal enemies, I really can't figure out who is so calculating.

Then Omar began to write an "autobiography", starting three years ago, when he was walking on the road and deliberately took money from a blind beggar;

Another time when he went to the mall, he deliberately touched the buttocks of a beautiful woman, because he looked talented and rich, and the police arrested another innocent man at the scene.

Another time when he was cheap, he happened to encounter a man and a woman couple arguing on the street, and he couldn't help but say that he pulled the woman into a luxury car and took it away, just to anger his boyfriend.

One by one, Omar was still writing from noon to evening, and the detectives were stunned, how many bad things did this guy do?

I wrote from evening to late at night, and finally wrote about Zhang Jing.

Omar didn't expect Zhang Jing and Porang Hani to fight at his party, and the goddess who thought of his college days was happy day and night under Zhang Jing, and of course, he couldn't help it, couldn't control it, and took the initiative to provoke.

In addition, Hani has a radical personality and has never suffered setbacks since he was a child, and led people into the farm at midnight, but Zhang Jing did not die, and Hani did not die.

Provoking Zhang Jing and Hani was not the last bad thing he ever did, and then he wrote for another two hours before he finished writing about the bad things he had done in the past three years and the people he had offended.

Mr. Detective never left, and when he took the thick step of information, the whole person was stunned.

"Sir," the detective explained, "there is so much information that the beggar you have offended may be the Monopoly Tycoon, and he may be the murderer;

Ordinary people you have planted may be plotting to retaliate against you;

The materials you wrote, the people you mentioned, are likely to retaliate against you, and for me, the workload is too much, it requires additional money, and it may take more than ten years to solve the case."

Omar has a black line, can he live for more than ten years?

As if he couldn't see Omar and was very annoyed, the detective said, "Even if it takes more than ten years to investigate, it is possible that nothing can be found, the other party is meticulous and well-planned, and even the perpetrator has committed suicide, and it is possible that the mastermind behind the scenes will never be found."

After many discussions, Omar finally had to accept the reality that the truth could never be found, so unwilling! He's going to get revenge!