Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 101 Leek Public Enemy
"Ouch, tsk tsk tsk..." At one o'clock in the afternoon, as soon as the A-share market opened, Pang Darao opened the APP. Looking at the miserable green glowing appearance on it, he couldn't help grinning, as if it was very painful to be trapped.

A colleague next to him suddenly leaned over, glanced at his performance, and couldn't help but laugh: "It's just 100 shares, what the hell are you yelling about? I thought you were stuck with hundreds of thousands of dollars! These 100 shares, aren't they the rest from all the sales?"

"That's good!" Pang Da Rao said angrily. "Damn, I wanted to buy it last Monday, but I didn't dare. I watched it every day, every day, just waiting for it to fall sooner rather than later so I could feel more at ease. But damn... it kept rising until Friday! I'm so angry! If I had known, I would have taken a gamble!"

My colleague laughed and said, "If I had known this earlier, I would have known this earlier. People would know how to calculate and wouldn't have done anything. If you had known this earlier, you would have become the richest man in the world. What are you still talking about? Besides, isn't the price falling now? Why are you unhappy when it goes up and unhappy when it goes down?"

"Because someone made a killing!" Pang Da Rao flipped through his WeChat Moments and boasted to his colleagues, "Look at this! This f*cking hand netted a profit of 1.92 million!"

"How much?" Pang Darao's colleagues' eyes widened. "Is this picture photoshopped?"

"What the hell? This guy was my high school classmate!" Pang Darao said. "He was number one in our grade. He was no ordinary person back when he was in school!" His tone was strangely proud. "I invited him to my wedding a few days ago, but he didn't come. So he sent me a red envelope worth 6666!"

"Oh my god..." The colleague was suddenly filled with awe. He looked at the name above and read, "Ning Bishu..." Then he asked with great interest, "What does he do? Over 100 million yuan, how much capital did he invest?"

"You do the math yourself!" Pang Darao said, "Over 200 million in assets, minus the profits... around 80 million."

My colleague couldn't help but say, "That person is a rich man!"

"So this is where he's so powerful." Pang Darao's expression straightened. "This idiot, his family isn't even as rich as mine. This time, he borrowed all the 80 million!"

The colleague was startled and asked, "Who lent it to him?"

"I don't know." Pang Da Rao shook his head and flipped through the records of his conversation with Ning Bishu. "Look, before the first month of the year, he said he only owed nine million. I don't know where he got the rest of the money from."

"Wanima..."

Pang Darao's colleagues were so shocked that their jaws dropped, their eyes widened, "Even a salted fish couldn't turn over like this!"

Pang Da Rao sighed, "That's why I'm so unbalanced! He has over a million followers on Weibo now. I don't know how many people invested in him this morning, but he was the only one who escaped at a high position. Those people are all saying in the comment section that they want to kill him!"

"Fuck! Damn it! Damn scabs, they left us to get rich first, without caring about the lives of those who come after them!" The colleague laughed, picking up his phone, "Please forward this picture, I'll post it on my WeChat Moments to show off."

Pang Da Rao asked curiously, "What the hell is there to pretend about this?"

My colleague responded with a strange thought: "It shows that I have a rich friend! Isn't that cool?"

Pang Darao thought about it and agreed.

So with just a click, the picture was transferred from Ning Bishu's circle of friends to his own circle of friends.

Then he moved from his circle to his colleague's circle.

His friends in his circle of colleagues soon forwarded it to their friends’ friends…

Just force the magic power to go in circles.

When the market was about to close at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, this picture actually caught Di Guofeng's sight.

Captain Di was stunned. He quickly opened the X-mail and asked Ning Bishu if it was true.

However, after sending the message, Ning Bishu didn't reply to Di Guofeng for a full ten minutes. Di Guofeng had no choice but to call Ning Guorong again and asked, "Old Ning, did your nephew make 200 million today?"

Ning Guorong sat at his computer desk with a dejected look on his face. He looked at the stock price, which was still stagnant at closing time, and sighed deeply: "You know that too? Who told you that?"

"Someone posted it on my WeChat Moments!" Di Guofeng asked, "When will your nephew... Bi Shu be back?"

Ning Guorong said weakly, "I don't know. Are you so anxious to get his donation?"

"Ah! What you said...will our team be short of those millions?" Captain Di frowned and said principledly, "After all, I am his elder. Seeing his great achievements, I should show some concern!"

Ning Guorong rubbed his brows and watched as the time passed 3 o'clock.

There is no possibility for XX Media to come back to life.

He sighed and suddenly said to Di Guofeng, "Old Di, I don't think there's any need to continue with that matter. This year hasn't started well for me. Maybe it's just the end of my life."

Di Guofeng was startled when he heard this and quickly advised, "Don't say that! This hasn't even started yet!"

If Ning Guorong gives up, won't there be any need for Ning Bishu to come forward and plead his innocence?

In the meantime, wouldn’t the case where Ningrong Turbine Machinery Manufacturing Group was splashed with feces be unresolved?

In this case, whether Ning Bishu's promise to donate money to their team will come to nothing is a small matter; but his superior's plan to take advantage of the opportunity to do something will be directly thwarted, which is really not acceptable!

At the very least, no matter whether it succeeds or not, we should at least give it a try, right?
How can you, Ning Guorong, just quit like that?

Weren't you the one who was howling at the beginning that you wanted to die together with the enemy, and even said that you would sacrifice your nephew to the gods?
"Old Ning, President Ning! You can't just do it one way or the other. It all depends on your mood!"

Di Guofeng said anxiously, "Regarding your nephew being slandered online, we've been working on Xbo these past few days to get all the information on those messed-up people. Now we're just waiting for you and your nephew to come and protest. If you just say you don't want to do it now, wouldn't that leave us all here? Don't you want your factory anymore?"

Ning Guorong opened his mouth when he heard the other party speak so passionately, but for a moment he felt suffocated.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

I'm clearly stuck with 1800 million, and it's only dropped less than 20% today. Even if I sell at a loss, it's only around 300 million...

Can this little thing be called a loss?

Even including the profits from the past few days, he is still making a net profit.

Just spit out a little bit.

But Ning Guorong couldn't swallow this humiliation, nor could he muster the slightest bit of energy.

"Old Di, I'm exhausted..." Ning Guorong sighed. "These past few years have been so difficult. I really can't go on. I plan to find someone to do an accounting of the factory's assets for me in the next few days. As long as the buyer offers a suitable price, I'll just sell the factory. Otherwise, with the current economic situation, even if I make it through this year, what about next year?"

Di Guofeng immediately shouted, "Don't lose heart! You're only in your fifties, not even sixty! Fifty or sixty is the prime time for entrepreneurs! What if the economy improves next year?"

Ning Guorong shook his head and said, "It's no use getting better. My brain can't keep up with the times. Now I can't even trade stocks better than my nephew. Tsk! Sigh..." He sighed deeply, "I kind of regret it..."

"What do you regret? Did you also put it in this morning?" Di Guofeng asked.

Ning Guorong cursed inwardly, but said with a melancholy tone, "I didn't care enough about my brother and his family before. Now that Bi Shu has become so powerful, I can't even open my mouth to borrow some money from him to tide me over."

Di Guofeng asked, "What do you want to do?"

Ning Guorong said, "I want to sell the factory to him."

Di Guofeng was a little confused. "No... didn't you say that your factory was about to close down?"

"Yeah..." Ning Guorong looked out the window at the setting sun, his eyes filled with tenderness. "So two hundred million is just the right price to sell it to him. I was going to offer a higher price, but since we're close relatives, I'll just consider it a favor."

“…” After hearing this, Di Guofeng fell silent.

You want to sell your factory that is about to go bankrupt to your nephew who has just made a comeback, and say that this is helping him?
What kind of help is this?
It seems that there really is a reason why some people are able to build such a large family business...

He really doesn't care about other people's lives or deaths, he only cares about his own interests.

"Lao Ning, let's put it this way. Don't rush to sell the factory. I don't need you to complain about this matter. I will contact Bi Shu myself. As for you, be patient. Maybe we can help you save the factory."

"Oh?" Ning Guorong's eyes lit up slightly, "Don't I need to do it?"

Di Guofeng said, "The current situation is different from before the New Year. Bi Shu now has over a million fans and such a huge online influence. If we want to stir things up, he alone is enough."

Ning Guorong asked hurriedly, "Can I still ask for compensation from the other party for this matter?"

"Of course it'll be fine if we can get it done!" Di Guofeng said confidently, "But we have to hurry. We have to strike while the popularity of Bi Shu is still there. Otherwise, once the public opinion dies down, this matter will become difficult to handle again."

"Don't worry, Ah Shu's popularity right now won't go down in a day or two!" Ning Guorong suddenly became excited.

Di Guofeng asked, "How do you say that?"

Ning Guorong said, "Go check out his blog! His comment section is busier than a vegetable market right now!"

Di Guofeng was busy with various official duties and had not paid attention to Ning Bishu's situation for several days.

"Okay, okay, let me take a look first..." He hung up the phone decisively.

Then I opened Xbo and went to Ning Bishu’s homepage.

Open the last blog post Ning Bishu posted 7 days ago.

Scrolling down to the comment section, the first few comments with over 10,000 likes instantly cheered him up.

It's full of anger from shareholders.

"Ning Bishu! May your whole family be struck by lightning!"

"Fifty bucks for fuck's sake! Don't let me run into you on the street!"

"White gloves! Absolutely white gloves!"

"As for beasts, you rank first, and uncle ranks second!"

"The 'Wait for the Rice' scammers in 'Wait for the Rice'! A-share shills! Rapists!!"

"Fuck, the leeks are going crazy. Is the stock god going to take the blame for the country?"

Di Guofeng's eyes lit up and he couldn't help clapping his hands.

good good!
What a public enemy of leeks!
With this level of popularity, are you afraid that there will be no topic that can be hyped up?
That 300 million donation you boasted about...

Now our team has to accept the tears!

(End of this chapter)