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018 Taijiquan in my left hand and a sword in my right hand(1/2)

At half past nine, the show begins.

On the huge screen that occupies a full wall, there are the latest real-time dynamics of the stock market.

As the set bell rang, the data on the screen began to flash wildly.

At this moment, as many as trillions of funds began to become active.

Every second, there may be tens of millions or hundreds of millions of funds buying and selling.

The entire securities market also began to operate rapidly as if it had come alive at this moment.

For those in the financial industry.

At this time of day, when you look at the screen in front of you, your heart beats faster and your blood boils.

In this room, the few people also held their breath and looked at Zhao Lang, waiting for his actions.

He chooses others, and others are choosing him too.

"Cai Pei."

Zhao Lang sat on the sofa, crossing his legs, and his attitude was leisurely.

"yes."

Cai Pei walked out and sat down in front of the computer in front of him.

He sat down and was focused. He no longer thought about other things, and only computer data was in front of him.

Zhao Lang picked up the glass on the table, slowly took a sip of the coke inside, and then spoke slowly: "6774, 6.2 yuan, buy 300,000 yuan."

"yes."

Cai Pei's voice was solemn, and his ten fingers quickly moved, and he instantly placed a 300,000 yuan purchase order on the stock market.

The numbers on the screen jump, and the purchase order is quickly traded.

“3944, one piece, two, two million!”

As soon as Zhao Lang's voice fell, Cai Pei's payment order had already been closed, and the speed was amazing.

“8782, eleven yuan, two hundred thousand!”

"6774, 6.50 yuan, buy another 500,000!"

Zhao Lang's voice and Cai Pei's actions seemed to end at the same time, and they cooperated with each other.

And this also made Liu Hui look satisfied.

Although they are related, Cai Pei is indeed an excellent trader.

“29443, seven yuan, six hundred thousand.”

As the numbers on the screen kept jumping, the sound in Zhao Lang's mouth began to accelerate, and the payment orders became more and more.

Although it is sold, it is very rare.

Everyone present knew that Zhao Lang's actions had just begun, and he was just accumulating bullets at this time.

However, with the stock market changing, he bought so many stocks at once, involving several industries. How can he ensure that he can make a profit?

Even if the market survey is done in advance, it is unlikely to be guaranteed.

"Swish...swish..."

The numbers on the screen flashed constantly, and people kept buying and selling, and funds flowed rapidly.

Except for Zhao Lang, all the people present held their breath and focused, paying attention to the changes in stocks at all times.

“6655, two yuan, one million!”

“8782, 11 yuan, 500,000 more!”

"Click..."

Zhao Lang took out a box of chocolate bars from his pocket, took one and bit it off gently.

“3944, one yuan, one million, sold.”

"29443, 700,000 yuan, earning 600,000 yuan."

“Huh…”

Suddenly, Liu Hui frowned slightly, and looked at the numbers on the screen and couldn't help but speak softly: "It seems that they are all rising?"

"It doesn't seem to be rising."

Wang Weishan looked solemn and said, "Except for the brief fluctuations of 8782, everything else is rising slightly."

"This is just beginning, don't worry."

Zheng Song, who is engaged in investment analysis, is accustomed to looking at the long-term, with months and years as the time span, so he does not pay much attention to the temporary growth of the stock market.

He is better at investing outside the stock market.

"6774, seven yuan, sold for 500,000 yuan."

"3944, one yuan, six, and another one million."

"Take it!"

Wang Weishan and Liu Hui leaned forward, looking at the big screen in front without blinking.

“26465, eleven yuan three, one million.”

"9566, from 9.1 to 9.5 yuan, buy at 500,000 yuan per level."

"Stop, take back the nine-five."

“8782, twelve yuan, sold for 500,000.”

“…”

In the room full of business atmosphere, Zhao Lang was eating chocolate and wearing the white rabbit milk candy, and occasionally ate Coca-Cola.

And as the numbers he mentioned kept popping up, the stocks in the market also moved ups and downs due to the opportunity.

I don’t know how many people participated in this war without gunpowder, but there must be wins and losses.

“Buzz…”

The phone vibrates.

Liu Hui frowned, and after seeing the caller ID on his mobile phone, he quietly walked out of the room.

"Hello!"

"Brother Liu, are you familiar with our company?"

A slightly slight sound rang out.

Liu Hui looked confused: "Manager Zhao, I don't understand what you mean."

"not understand?"

The voice on the opposite side changed: "Brother Liu should know that I am now from Wengra Group, and Mr. Zhu is by my side."

"Mr. Zhu?"

Liu Hui's face turned solemn.

Just at this moment, the voice on the phone changed and another person changed: "Manager Liu, it's me, Zhu Jin, it's been a long time since I saw you."

"Mr. Zhu."

Although he had never been in person, Liu Hui still lowered his head slightly: "Why do you have time to call?"

“That’s right.”

The other party spoke: "I plan to buy some Minghe stocks, but someone seems to be raising the stock price. It's a coincidence that he is doing all the stocks I've made."

"Minghe, 6774?"

“There are 29443 left!”

“…”

Liu Hui's eyes moved, then he chuckled and said, "Mr. Zhu, this should be just a coincidence."

"oh!"

The voice on the phone eased: "Is that true?"

Liu Hui's voice was stern: "Mr. Zhu, I can guarantee that the people under my command have absolutely not been involved."

"That's OK."

The other party felt relieved and chuckled: "I have time to come out and have tea together."

"The honor is over, Mr. Zhu."

"So, goodbye."

"goodbye."
To be continued...
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