Luo Sang admired Jiang Qifei. She was in her fifties, but she still managed to coax Liao Qiulong into marrying her again. Liao Qiulong must have been possessed.
However, Liao Qiulong was an entrepreneur. He was capable and capable. Although the public was criticizing him, it didn't affect him.
Not long after he remarried, the stock of Qifeng Holdings suddenly fell for a week.
Then, a report appeared on the Internet.
It was said that Liao Qiulong's ex-wife, Wang Ping, had brought him good luck. After he divorced Wang Ping, Liao Qiulong's luck declined like a waterloo, and Luo Sang's luck was the opposite of his.
Luo Sang watched with great interest. She had always hated men who abandoned their wives the most.
However, she didn't know how Liao Qiulong felt when he read the report.
Rich people claimed that they could do whatever they wanted, but in fact, they were superstitious.
Qifeng Holdings.
Liao Qiulong, who was wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses, threw his phone away when he finished reading the news. "Ridiculous! How can a woman control my luck? It's obvious that someone is behind this."
His assistant couldn't help but say in a low voice, "This never happened before he remarried."
Liao Qiulong glared at his assistant, slammed the table, and said, "What? Even you believe this report?"
His assistant lowered his head and didn't say anything.
Liao Qiulong was also very depressed. He had been through so many storms and waves for so many years. Logically speaking, the company should be very stable now, but recently, the stock was out of control. He was also very clear that the stock market was too deep and too scary. Naturally, there were people who came for the company.
While he was thinking, the line on the computer screen fell again. Looking at the changed data, Liao Qiulong felt his blood rush to his head.
"Go find out who sold our company's stock," Liao Qiulong said in a trembling voice.
"Okay." His assistant hurriedly left.
Liao Qiulong paced back and forth in his office. Soon, he received a video call from Jiang Qifei. "Qiulong, which one of these looks better?"
"They're about the same." Liao Qiulong was annoyed. He wasn't in the mood to look at the bags.
"What do you mean they're about the same? This one is brown, and this one is black," Jiang Qifei said coquettishly. "I like them both. Why don't I buy them both?"
"Whatever." Liao Qiulong looked at Jiang Qifei and suddenly thought of the report.
It seemed that he had been going downhill ever since he married her.
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became.
Soon, he received a message on his card that he had spent a hundred thousand.
Two bags, a hundred thousand.
In the past, he didn't think it was expensive, but in the past few days, billions of yuan had evaporated in the stock market, which made him very sad. As his wife, she didn't know anything about it and was obsessed with shopping all day long.
Qiulong. Qiulong's previous wife would have lost her appetite.
Although his ex-wife, Wang Ping, had a fierce temper, she was also diligent and thrifty.
"Mr. Liao, I found it. It was Mr. Liu from Banglong who dumped 30 million shares." His assistant suddenly rushed in.
Liao Qiulong was so shocked that his fingers were trembling. "Impossible. Mr. Liu and I have been good friends for so many years."
"It's true," the assistant said with a wry smile.
Liao Qiulong quickly picked up his phone and dialed Mr. Liu's number. "Liu Jing, what do you mean by this? We've known each other for decades. Back then, you asked me to buy shares for you. Now, our Qifeng Holdings' share price has increased by more than ten times. How can you sell your shares at this critical juncture? You're f * cking trying to kill me."
Mr. Liu hurriedly said helplessly, "Mr. Liao, I have no choice. Do you know that you have offended someone? If I don't sell now, do you want me to die with you? When the stock price falls back to ten years ago, I will be finished."
Liao Qiulong's face turned cold. "What do you mean?"
"Look at how much Qifeng's shares have fallen recently. Compared to a week ago, I have lost hundreds of millions." Mr. Liu told him the truth. "Whoever sells later will be unlucky."
Liao Qiulong felt a chill down his spine. After Mr. Liu sold his shares today, the stock price was bound to fall even more. At that time, more people would sell their shares. If it continued to fall like this, Qifeng would really go back ten years. These ten years were the period when the country's economy was at its fastest. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to go back ten years. Moreover, there were always people in the business world who would kick a man when he was down.
"Lao Liu, why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Liao Qiulong's tone softened a little. "Who wants to make things difficult for me?"
"Okay, for the sake of our many years of friendship, I'll help you make an appointment with that person," Mr. Liu said. "But if you have any problems, I advise you to solve them peacefully. If you really want to mess with him, he is a senior financial expert. You can't beat him, and he has a powerful background."
Liao Qiulong put down his phone and thought for a long time. He couldn't remember who he had offended.
The only immoral thing he had done recently was to divorce Wang Ping.
Could it have something to do with Wang Ping?
That was unlikely. Wang Ping came from an ordinary family and didn't have such a background. That was why he had always disliked her for being too vulgar.
Or was it because of Jiang Qifei?
Liao Qiulong was so anxious that his head was in a mess. Especially when the stock price fell again today, his heart sank to the bottom.
Fortunately, Mr. Liu immediately sent him a message. He said that the person had an appointment with him at Zunlai Club.
The place was a little far, and it was already six o 'clock when Boss Liu arrived. He pushed open the door of the private room and entered. Inside sat a young man in a maroon suit. The light in the room was slightly dim, and the light shone on the side of his face, accentuating his unfathomably handsome facial features. He had an outstanding temperament. Beside him sat a beautiful woman. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, and she wore a sky blue dress. She looked like a ten-year-old girl, and half of her body was leaning on the man.
Liao Qiulong was stunned. He didn't expect to see two people who were so young to him.
However, the young man's face looked very familiar. Half a minute later, he immediately remembered. This was Nian Junting, the president of Shengting.
He was only in his thirties, but his talent and keen ability in the financial world were feared by the people in the circle. Many people hoped that he would fail, but his career had been smooth sailing. The fields of his investments were getting wider and wider, from electronics to future technology to film and television.
He had always felt disdain for young people like that. He believed that Nian Junting had become what he was today because of his parents. A few days ago, Jiang Qifei asked him for help, and he helped her without hesitation.
Now, seeing Nian Junting, Liao Qiulong vaguely understood the real reason why his company was in trouble.
"Mr. Liao, have a seat." Nian Junting saw him and pointed at the chair beside him with his chin. He didn't plan to get up to greet him.
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