Chapter 717 (2/2)

He didn't think it was expensive before, but the evaporation of billions in the stock market these days made him feel very sorry. But as his wife, she didn't know anything about it, and she was addicted to shopping all day long.

If it was for his former wife, she would have been too anxious to eat.

And although Wang Ping, the ex-wife, is a bit fierce, she is also diligent and thrifty.

”Mr. Liao, I found out that it was Mr. Liu of Banglong who sold 30 million shares,” the assistant suddenly rushed in.

Liao Qiulong's shocked fingers were trembling, ”impossible, Liu always had a good friend with me for so many years...”

”Really,” said the assistant.

Liao Qiulong quickly picked up his mobile phone to find the general number of Liu and dialed out: ”Liu Jing, what do you mean? My friendship with you for decades. When you asked me to let you buy shares, now the share price of Qifeng Holdings has increased by more than ten times. You quietly threw all the stocks at this crucial point. Are you so insidious? You want to kill me

Mr. Liu was busy and helpless: ”Mr. Liao, I can't help it. You offended people. You know, if I don't throw it, I will die with you. When the stock falls back ten years ago, I'll be finished.”

Liao Qiulong looks cold. ”What do you mean?”

”Take a look at the recent decline of Qifeng's stock. Compared with today's sale a week ago, I lost hundreds of millions of yuan,” Mr. Liu said truthfully, ”Whoever throws late will have bad luck.”

Liao Qiulong is also seeping a chill behind his back. After Mr. Liu dropped his shares today, the share price is bound to fall even more sharply, which will cause more people to sell. If it goes down like this, Qifeng will really retrogress for ten years. This decade is really the fastest time for national economic development. He can hardly imagine what the concept of retrogression is. What's more, there will always be no shortage of shopping malls Underground stone.

”Lao Liu, why didn't you tell me about this kind of thing earlier,” Liao Qiulong's tone changed a little bit, ”who wants to be here with me?”

”Well, for the sake of our many years of competition, I'll help you make an appointment with that person,” Mr. Liu said. ”But if there's anything I can persuade you to settle with him, you should really play with him. He is a senior expert in finance, and you can't play with him, and you have a lot of future.”

Liao Qiulong put down his mobile phone and thought for a long time, but he didn't think of anyone he had offended.

The only immoral thing he has done recently is that he divorced Wang Ping.Is it related to Wang Ping?

It's impossible. Wang Ping's family background is ordinary, so he always dislikes her for being too vulgar.

Or is it Jiang Qifei's reason?

Liao Qiulong is anxious, especially when today's stock falls again, his heart is sunk to the bottom.

Fortunately, general manager Liu immediately came to the news that he and he had made an appointment to meet in zunlai club.

The place was a little far away. Mr. Liu opened the box door and went in. There was a young man with a jujube red tailored suit. The light in the room was slightly dim and cast on his side face, which showed his handsome, almost excessive facial features, unfathomable temperament. Next to him, there was a beautiful woman with long hair hanging over her shoulder, all sky blue The long skirt, like a girl of eighteen or nine years old, nestled in the man's body.

Liao Qiulong was stunned. He didn't expect that there would be two people so young for him.

But the young man's face looked very familiar. Half a minute later, he immediately remembered that this man was the president of Shengting group, Mr.

He is only in his thirties, and his talent and keen ability in the financial sector have made people in the circle feel afraid. Many people are looking forward to his bad luck. However, he has been developing smoothly and has invested in more and more fields, from electronics to future technology to film and television.

He always felt disdain for this kind of young people. He thought that it was his parents' reason that he could make the most of his life. So a few days ago, Jiang Qifei asked him for help, and he helped him without saying a word.

Now, seeing the annual boom, Liao Qiulong can vaguely understand the real cause of the company's accident.

”Mr. Liao, sit down,” he saw him and pointed to the chair beside him with his chin. He didn't think of meeting him.