If Su Rui knew about Stoudemire's poaching behavior, he would definitely be sneering.

Although Buzks was also dug from someone's hands by Su Rui waving his hoe.

"Mr. Stoudemire, sorry, I think I will work for Lord Apollo for the rest of my life." Busquez said bluntly.

He put down the cigar that had only smoked two sips.

"So just refuse? Don't you think about it?" Stoudemire continued.

Buzks smiled: "Yes, I have long regarded me as a part of the Temple of the Sun, and will never change."

Feng Le was so fumed by the smoke at this time that he was busy opening the window for ventilation. He turned his face while coughing and said, "I am the same, so am I."

"Okay, then I'll stop poaching, otherwise Apollo will have to be impatient with me when he turns back." Stadmeier continued, "By the way, if I increase my investment, can we make a lot of money next?"

Buzks laughed: "How fierce should you make? I think it's already a great thing to be able to close the recent losses."

Although they made money in the first two rounds of blitz, they finally threw them in when they were fighting for consumption. At this time, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, and they were all fancy.

Lin Aoxue showed her determination at this time, and would rather spend all her wealth than give Su Rui an explanation.

Because the consumption is too large, in Buzks' view, it is already amazing to be able to clear the losses. It is not that you cannot make money, but the amount is not large enough.

"That's a pity, it's okay to drink some soup." Stoudemire said again.

In terms of specific trading, he naturally cannot compare to Buzks, but his sense of smell of money is definitely the best in the world! That is a natural perception of money!

This kind of thing seems mysterious and mysterious, but it really exists!

"There is still time, try it." Buzks glanced at the market, then looked firm: "It would not be easy to make a big profit like the previous two rounds of blitzkriegs, but..."

He originally wanted to say "It's okay to make a small profit." After all, the base invested by the three-party alliance this time is too big. Even if it's "making a small profit", this number is enough to make people shocked!

However, at this time, Feng Le shook his head and interrupted, "No, no."

He has always been good at using strange tricks. The military advisor used his genius to kill Gaoqi Bank to death. Feng Le completed the final trading with his genius idea.

Stoudemire's eyes immediately lit up: "What should I do? If I can make a big profit, I will share half of the money I earn!"

"I don't want your money. I'm from the Temple of the Sun." Feng Le directly refused.

Buskes laughed: "Mr. God of Wealth, so do I."

"It's all my own people, so you don't have to be so clear, right?" Stoudemire looked helpless, and then he quickly said to Feng Le: "What should I do? Tell me? It's only two or three days, I don't know if it's enough?"

"It's enough, because we have made targeted layouts in this area before, and the fishing net has been crafted long ago. Now it's time to close the net." Feng Le said.

Butzx seemed to remember something, and a shocked look on his face: "You want to pass..."

"Yes, you were the first person to predict the subprime mortgage crisis. You are much more familiar with the process of such things than me." Feng Le said, and his eyes showed an excitement.

Buzks' eyes also lit up, and he slapped his hands hard: "If you do this, it's really OK! Feng Le, you are indeed good at sending surprise troops!"

When Stoudemier heard the "subprime mortgage crisis", he immediately understood what was going on!

He clenched his fists, his face full of excitement: "Okay, just play like this! The bigger you play, the better. We want to make a big profit!"

If Feng Le expected, then this is no longer a big profit, but a huge upside down!

"At this point, I can't just collect it if I want to, so let's make the earthquake on Wall Street more violent." Buzks looked at the prosperous scene outside, his eyes full of high and fiery fighting spirit!

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Stoudemire walked out of the conference room and whistled.

Making money is always a pleasant thing, especially when you have to do big things.

He walked on Wall Street, striding heavily, and because he was in a good mood, his fat body actually gave people a feeling of briskness.

After buying a cup of coffee, Stoudemire sat on a bench on the street, squinted his eyes and felt the sunshine, and then made a phone call.

"I'm downstairs of you, do you want to meet? Let's feel the winner's ridicule against the loser at close range?" Studmeier said with a smile.

"It's okay to meet, but there's no need to mock him." The person on the other side of the phone looked really not in a good mood. Before he could finish his words, he hung up the phone.

Ten minutes later, a man in a suit and ties walked out of the building next to him. His hair was already silver-white, he looked about sixty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and dressed like a typical successful person.

"Hey, DeLigt, it's not easy to see you on Wall Street." Stoudemire said with a smile.

That’s right, the man who came out of the investment bank in front of me was De Ligt, the God of Wealth of the Atlantis family!

However, perhaps soon, the three words "God of Wealth" will become a past tense!

With such a major mistake, De Ligt's position will definitely not be able to be saved! Not only him, but also Lancelotz is in danger!

"If this hadn't happened, I wouldn't have returned to Wall Street. Who would have thought that someone would dare to think about the dignified Atlantis?" De Ligt shook his head. He saw Stoudemire drinking coffee, and stood up and bought a cup next to him.

So, two super rich people sat on the bench on Wall Street drinking coffee, and they looked very casual and comfortable.

However, De Ligt's comfort is only on the surface, and deep inside he is still extremely bitter.

But now that things have come to this point, he has no ability to save it, so he simply leaves it to fate.

"To be honest, it's an irrelevant thing to do whether you come back or not." Stoudemire pointed to his nose and said directly: "You have been away from the front line for too long, and have lost your once sensitive sense of smell, and have become vulnerable."

This sentence was unceremonious, which made De Ligt's face feel a little uncomfortable.

"I shouldn't be as useless as you said. I was just caught off guard by you at the beginning." De Ligt said.

He took a sip of coffee and was burned, his expression a little unhappy.

However, things have become so bad that even if they are unhappy, they are useless. Delich is only mocked now.

"You Atlantis people always have a high opinion of themselves. In my opinion, this is the most deadly place for you." Stoudemire hummed, "Now, Lancelots finally knows that he is powerful, right? This guy has always been arrogant, and I have long been upset with him."

De Ligt smiled bitterly: "Lenslotz is unhappy, but he attacked the entire Atlantis. I was the one who was the one who was the one who was responsible for the brunt of it. Am I wronged?"

"You are not wronged. You are originally from Lancelots." Stoudemire sneered twice, "Anyway, if he agrees, he can still stop the loss in time, but if it delays for a few days... Judging from the current momentum, it may be really hard to say..."

De Ligt nodded, looking at the street, but what appeared in front of him was the green numbers that were constantly jumping on the big screen before.

"I had already conveyed it to Lancelots when you told me the conditions before." De Ligt smiled self-deprecatingly, "It caused such a big disturbance that I only had to pay one million US dollars. I really don't understand what young people today want."

"Of course I want the most valuable things for you." Stoudemire laughed and said gloatingly: "Don't you all of you Atlantis have shame? Then they will take your face away and let your dignity be wiped out. How great is it."

The muscles on De Ligt's face began to tremble. He was angry, but also helpless. After all, Stoudemire was the winner.

Moreover, if the fat man in front of him really has full firepower, then Lancelot might be defeated even worse this time.

"In my opinion, things have developed to this point, so the face of Atlantis is no longer important." De Ligt said, "If you lose, you will lose. Fortunately, all this has not touched the foundation of the Golden Family."

"It's hard to say whether it's touching the truth." Stoudemire smiled meaningfully, "Anyway, don't mess with Apollo again in the future, otherwise, the loss will not be money, but life."

"Now these young people are terrifying than the other," De Ligt said.

After saying that, his cell phone rings.

As soon as he saw the call number, his face turned pale.

Stoudemire glanced at the screen of his phone with his eyes, and then said, "Kestirin is here to find you, haha."

Some of the costs are indeed something he has to bear to give the family an explanation.

"Go away first." De Ligt did not answer the phone, but shook his head and stood up and left.

He had just taken a sip of coffee cup on the chair and forgot to bring it, and his steps were a little staggering.

Stoudemire smiled and said to himself: "Oh, I really look forward to the day when Apollo goes to Atlantis to visit. Do I want me to join in the fun at that time?"

It is obviously not far from this day!

ps: Thank you for your support. The third update is that Lieyan has been very diligent recently.
Chapter completed!