After the market closed, the Wang Clan was filled with a joyous atmosphere. Everything was going well. The Wang Clan was united, so they naturally had a chance to withstand the pressure from the Pan Clan and firmly occupy the position of the second largest clan in the Federation (the people of the Wang Clan thought that they were the second largest clan in the Federation).
Various media outlets, television stations, and the internet, under the instructions of various parties, also began to praise the Wang family and Wang shi's enterprise.
Experts and scholars, who had black lips, white lips, red lips, and green lips, all joined the battle. From the historical k-chart, capital fundamentals, company performance, price-earnings ratio, future investment strategy, the Federation's overall planning, international index trends, and other aspects, they focused on the future of the Yumin Corporation's listed companies. They believed that everyone buying now was seizing the future cash cow. Words such as 'once in a thousand years',' the Federation's largest, and 'the world's largest bull' appeared one after another. Their popularity and ferocity were evident. It surpassed the fishing vessel level of the two barrels of oil before they went on the market in the Celestial Empire. It was simply like if you didn't buy Yumin Corporation's shares, your entire family would be brainless.
While the experts and spits were flying everywhere, some small private investors and the masses who did not know the truth were all withdrawing money and transferring money. They were prepared to follow the trend and snatch the high price. Some people even shouted in the forum, The suicide squad was already on their way! However, no one noticed that there were still a few days before April 1st.
The prince felt deeply uneasy and threatened by the current good stock market situation. He felt that today's madness was the biggest trap tomorrow. Should I remind everyone?
There were indeed kind-hearted people online. A person with the title 'Higan Isn't Lonely City' had just posted a post on the stock bar asking everyone to be vigilant. Hundreds of thousands of people had crazily replied to the post: Liars, dead dealers, shoguns, 50-cent gangs…even eunuchs, impotent, and brokeback mountain lala insulted " Regardless of whether it was male or female ancestors, eighteen generations, relatives or friends, vicious words flew over. Soon, this post was listed as the most cursed post of the night, causing countless people who needed to vent to curse to their heart's content. The poor "kind-hearted person" was quickly searched by people."Higan is not an isolated city": He was one of the weird editors of a certain website. At the age of three, he peeped at a widow bathing. At the age of four, he had an affair in kindergarten. At the age of fifteen, he bought lollipops without paying…
Little Wang, who had seen tragedies before, broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, he did not make such a statement! Not everyone could play the Federal Forum! Writing on Weibo, posting in private, posting photos, liking nudity, you have to be mentally prepared to become " famous " overnight. Don't unknowingly cheat your father and yourself!
In a daze, Prince fell asleep in front of the computer. There were a lot of things to do today, and he was exhausted.
At this time, around 9 pm, a pretty figure appeared under the street lamp outside the courtyard.
For the whole day, Liu Lian's heart was filled with contradictions and nervousness. After the meeting in the morning, Liu Lian's mind was blank. She didn't know what to do, and she didn't dare to return to the small courtyard that had once sheltered her from the wind and rain to face the poor boy and the kind and loyal old man.
However, if she didn't listen to the mysterious person's arrangement, her family would…When the last bus passed by, Liu Lian, who had been loitering on the street for a long time, dragged her tired body and finally squeezed onto it. In the carriage that was filled with the smell of human flesh and smelly feet, she gritted her teeth and finally arrived at the entrance of the small courtyard under the inexplicable dawdling and greedy eyes.
After locking the door, Liu Lian looked up and saw that Young Master Wang's room was still lit.
She tiptoed to the window and looked in. She found the prince lying in front of the table, asleep.
Oh, it was still better to be a fool. He could eat and sleep as he pleased. What was the use of going to university? What was the use of being smart? He was still a puppet that others could manipulate! Liu Lian's pessimistic mood quickly infected her. She felt her heart sink and sour.
"Hmm? What's that?" Liu Lian noticed a new computer on Prince's desk. Why did Young Master Wang buy a computer?
That's right. He stayed at home all day. He couldn't just watch TV. He had to get in touch with the Internet to understand society better.
"Does he know how to surf the internet?" Liu Lian thought about it and shook her head. The internet was just a click of the mouse. She should be able to learn it in a short time. There was no technical content. She could not read words. She could only look at pictures and videos. Was that enough? That was true.
Liu Lian touched the small bump on her chest and quietly walked into the kitchen. After calming herself down and making up her mind, she sprinkled a bag of white powder on the food in the refrigerator…Tomorrow, she couldn't delay it anymore. Tomorrow.
America.
The United States of America, the administrative state of Mexico. The tall Bafic Cathedral was sacred and solemn. As the largest church in the administrative state of Mexico, countless believers came to worship, pray, and repent every day.
At five o'clock in the morning, a dark-skinned middle-aged man walked into the church. He seemed to be the first to arrive, and the church had just opened.
The black man drew a cross with his arm and lowered his head. He walked gently across the aisle of the bench and came to the front row of the statue of the Holy Lord.
An Asian man with a new skin was praying silently on a bench.
After the black middle-aged man finished the ritual, he said softly,""Holy Father, I've arranged everything for the Hong Gang. We'll have the results this morning…"
"Yes, do well. The kind and merciful Holy Master will forgive you, my child.”
The gentle and sacred voice drifted over amidst the singing music praising the Holy Lord. The middle-aged man with black skin felt as comfortable and peaceful as if he was bathing in the Holy Lord's radiance.
Then, the Asian Holy Father brought over a package. The dark-skinned middle-aged man took it over and quietly opened it. Inside was a stack of dark green bills. "Praise the Holy Lord. Oh, I love you, Holy Father!!”The dark-skinned middle-aged man kissed the money, turned around, and left the lobby.
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