Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 80 True and False
“《哪抓2》票房正式突破100亿人民币……”2025年2月14日周五，早上9点36分，沪上X安区香格里拉某贵宾套房内，客厅电视机的声音被开到了最大。

Amidst the piercing news broadcast from CCTV, the charming gasps in the room were drowned out by the solemnity of the report. Only Ning Bishu could still clearly hear the erotic sounds so close to his ears.

Chen Tingting sat on Ning Bishu's lap, her smooth and white back facing the TV.

Ning Bishu's eyes were dark. He held a packet of Chinese medicine in his hand and gulped down a few mouthfuls of it.

Chen Tingting couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw this, and punched him on the chest lightly. Ning Bishu shook his head and said, "Tingting, are you going to sleep with me or am I going to sleep with you?"

6 minutes ago, Ning Bishu’s stock account exceeded 2 million.

With the news that the box office of "Where to Catch You 2" exceeded 10 billion yuan in the morning, it became the most prominent position on all domestic media platforms. The stock price of XX Media also soared by 20% again in the instant after the opening, reaching a staggering 34.73!

Five consecutive days of gains in a week, dominating the A-share market!

For those investors who bought in at below 9 yuan, the net profit was close to 300% in less than a month!

Is there any crazier way to get rich quickly in this world?
You can’t even steal so much money by robbing a vault!

Chen Tingting felt hot all over, as if she was about to melt on Ning Bishu.

She couldn't help herself from falling in love with such a powerful man. She even made up her mind to get Ning Bishu pregnant these days - even if Ning Bishu didn't recognize the child in the future, asking for some child support wouldn't be too much, right?

Ning Bishu had no idea what Chen Tingting was thinking, but even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Isn't he just a child?
Is 100,000 yuan a month enough for child support?

One hundred thousand won’t do. Two hundred thousand will.

Two hundred thousand won’t work, three hundred thousand will.

Three hundred thousand is not enough...

Then go fuck yourself!
What kind of reincarnated god can spend ten thousand yuan a day?

Ning Bishu had already figured out the price Chen Tingting would pay for bearing a child when he went to the hospital yesterday to get his kidneys treated. Of course, if Chen Tingting didn't get pregnant, then it would be bad luck for her, and Ning Bishu would have one less thing to worry about.

Anyway, if nothing unexpected happens, after this week, he should have no more contact with Chen Tingting.

The operation of all-in big A is not repeated again and again.

The most important thing is that before he was reborn, he only knew that technology stocks seemed to be popular, but he never paid attention to which ones were popular, so he had no idea about the relevant information.

The advantage of the reborn ones in foresight has basically been exhausted to this day.

In a few days, it will be the full moon anniversary of his rebirth...

……

"Huh..." At the same time, in Huang Qingqing's office in XX Street, Director Huang, who was not supposed to do personal things during working hours, secretly took out his mobile phone and opened the software.

Looking at the red data on her account, she felt reluctant and afraid. After struggling for a long time, she sent a message to Huang Daoxian, saying: "Dad, I have earned 60 yuan, which is enough for my salary for three years."

In the Automation Research Office of XX University, Huang Daoxian picked up his phone, looked at it, smiled, and replied, "You decide for yourself."

"What? You look down on my 60, don't you?"

Huang Qingqing was a little angry, but then she gritted her teeth and placed the order.

As soon as the sell order was released, it was snapped up instantly.

Several successful transaction messages popped up one after another.

Huang Qingqing looked at the messages and immediately regretted it.

Gone in seconds!!

Is it too early to sell?
"Hubby, hubby!" She couldn't help but feel distressed and regretful, but she couldn't hide her joy. She immediately called Qi Zihao and said, "I sold XX Media! I made 600,000! I feel it will go up!" Qi Zihao's eyes lit up when he heard this, but he didn't have time to talk about this with Huang Qingqing. He smiled and replied, "I know. Let's talk about it when I get home." "Do you want to buy it back?"

"Let's talk about it when we get home!" Qi Zihao hung up the phone directly.

The military headquarters does not forbid officers from using mobile phones, but it is definitely inappropriate to chat about them with their families.

Seeing that her husband ignored her, Huang Qingqing, full of enthusiasm, started asking in the family group: "Has everyone sold it?"

In the company office, Ning Guorong picked up his phone, glanced at it, then turned back to staring at the computer screen. He frowned and placed a sell order. A profit of 600 million was no small sum, even for him.

The manufacturing industry has generally struggled in recent years, and keeping his factory afloat has taken immense effort. For three consecutive years, his company's net profit has failed to exceed 200 million yuan. While it may appear strong on the surface, only he knows how difficult life is these days. Of that 200 million yuan in profits, only a few hundred thousand actually make it to his pocket.

The company claims to have assets worth 700 to 800 million, but the actual profit it makes throughout the year is only a tiny amount.

No wonder he wasn't even invited to the tea party held by the business community at the beginning of spring in X City this year.

It’s really not Ning Bishu’s fault for making a fuss online about this matter.

In fact, Ning Guorong himself was about to die.

If his competitors continued to take advantage of his misfortune, his company would be on the verge of collapse.

If he can't get the orders back this year, he will have no choice but to lay off his employees and sell the company. If not, the only option left is to file for bankruptcy.

And there is only about 2000 million in cash in his personal account.

The money I earned over the past few years, and the big villa I bought, has gone down in value. A few years ago, I spent a whopping 600 million yuan on Ning Qian's lavish wedding, 1400 million yuan on Ning Qian's house, and then there's all the so-called collectibles and all sorts of extravagant purchases I've made over the years...

Ning Guorong enjoyed himself for half his life, but it turned out that the money he actually saved was not that much.

Perhaps for ordinary people, his family background is still impressive.

But for Ning Guorong, who was used to a life of being surrounded by people, how could he understand the psychological gap of "falling to this point" and how could those who had never seen money in their lives understand it?
His worst-case scenario, if the company truly failed to survive, was to sell it off for 2 million yuan, along with the land, factory, and equipment. He would then become a wealthy man, collecting rent every day. The buildings he had bought through speculation a few years ago had depreciated by over 50%, and now he couldn't sell them, leaving him with only the luxury of being a landlord.

Under such circumstances, the 500 million he invested in the stock market was already a huge sum of money.

It is definitely not like what his chairman Ye said, "Who doesn't have 100 million yuan?"

Who doesn’t have it?

I don’t have it at home!!

Ning Guorong gritted his teeth as he watched his transaction application go through. He thought to himself, if it weren't for the global economic recession, I wouldn't have nearly lost sleep last night over such a small amount of money!
But the most hateful one is that little bastard Bi Shu!
How come he has more cash than me now?!
"The guy next door! You better raise the price back up by next Monday! Fall like hell! Do you hear me?"

Ning Guorong pointed at the computer screen and cursed.

In more places, such as the Shanghai Stock Exchange, the office area of ​​Mingshan Foreign Trade and Forwarding Business Co., Ltd. in the XX Building, and the comment section of Ning Bishu's blog, millions of people are cheering at this moment.

"God of Stocks, Bishu! Please accept my worship from the believers!"

"Come and touch the stock god every day to get some fortune."

"Will the stock market continue to rise next week?"

"Gu...Ah, no, Mr. Ning, I have sent you the notice information for tomorrow..." Ning Bishu picked up the phone and listened to Bai Sujie's voice coming from the other end.

Ning Bishu let out a long breath: "Hmm... I understand."

On the other end of the phone, Bai Sujie was so embarrassed that she almost exploded and quickly hung up.

"This guy is a pervert!" she complained to her assistant.

The assistant's eyes were filled with shock. He picked up the calculator on his phone and gestured to Bai Sujie, "You must have lost the money in your account. It's over 2.4 million. Director Bai, this is the first time in my life I've seen a true billionaire!"

(End of this chapter)