Chapter 2616

Gu Yan shook his head and said nothing.

Shi Mochen's identity is only known by his family and several uncles, and even less by the younger generation... Even Yan Yan doesn't know.

Naturally, he felt something wrong with Mo Chen. It was impossible to tell Wang Xiao about it.

Seeing that Gu Yan didn't want to say, Wang Xiao didn't ask much.

Men? Asking is about concern, not gossip?

Seeing Gu Yan didn't want to say, he naturally didn't ask.

"I'll go out first," said Wang Xiao. "There will be a meeting in half an hour. Don't forget."

"Don't you need me?" Gu Yan immediately frowned. "I have a bad appetite these days. I'm going to buy some vegetables and cook early!"

"..." Wang Xiao immediately grinned. "You have a pregnant wife. It's great. You don't go to class well, and the meeting won't be held... Are you the president or am I?"

"You're the president's special help!" Gu Yan took it for granted. "What does special help mean? Haven't you understood it yet? It's the kind that the president can use when he has an accident, such as opening a..."

"Get it!" Wang Xiao only felt his head was big and hurried to stop, "you put away your crooked reasoning! Shit! How did you blind the dog's eye when you were in high school and think it's good to be friends with you?"

Wang Xiao regretted that he didn't have it. He thought of the interview with the emperor six years ago. He really wanted to vomit blood once.

Shit!

No wonder he is getting thinner and thinner now, which is more and more inconsistent with the nickname "fat man".

What's special is that the enslaved have no time to enjoy, which leads to the consumption of body fat and no time to accumulate!

"It's estimated that you were really blind at that time." Gu Yan picked his eyebrows, not ashamed, but proud.

"I'm ha ha, you!" Wang Xiao turned his eyes and left the president's office with a painful look of "I really don't want to say more".

At the moment of closing the door, he turned around and compared his two middle fingers to the door.

At this moment, he could hardly wait to have more hands than his middle finger.

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EMP stock exchange accusation center, Australia.

Dozens of computers are operating at the same time. The operators stare at the data displayed on their computer screens one by one, and timely analyze and report any situation.

Long chuheng stood in front of the big screen with both hands copying his trouser pockets, staring at the data on the screen cut into four squares. Gradually, he frowned.

"Someone manipulated behind the scenes." the manager's voice was dignified. "It's easy to fight back at this time and be supervised by relevant departments."

Today is an era of rapid development of information, which is different from that when EMP was just founded.

If the action is too large, it is easy to cause the supervision of relevant parts, which will be a very troublesome thing.

"You can't do without action..." long chuheng's voice is calm. "If this goes on, many investors will lose confidence in the opening tomorrow."

The manager naturally understood this truth, "it is estimated that someone received the wind and knew that EMP was going to take off the order and wanted to take the opportunity to make some money."

"This step always goes..." long chuheng's voice is calm, and there is not much look on Junyi's face. It belongs to the natural domineering of the dragon family. At this moment, it lingers vaguely, "do it!"

The manager was still worried, "but in case..."

"I'll handle it," said long chuheng, motioning to Xiaxiao shadow.

Xiao Ying nodded, turned around and went to get the computer.

As a descendant of long Xialuo, long chuheng was once said by long Xialuo to be most like him.

He is extremely close to him in both character and all aspects.

The only difference is that the growth environment creates something irreversible.

For example, long Xialuo basically grew up in XK. Although he is often in school, he is not so bound as long chuheng, who has lived in Longdao since childhood and trained as a candidate for power.

After taking the computer, long chuheng directly connected the line of the securities office and cut into the operation background.

When a group of traders move, he also moves at the same time... But what he does is not something that can be put on the surface.

Even if, in fact, what the trader is doing at the moment is something that can't be put on the table.

Time, little by little.

EMP is busy here. Compared with this, the atmosphere in the senior VIP box of Fei night casino is so solemn that it seems as if the air is condensed.

Graphite Chen's slender fingers held a dark blue chip and turned it slightly in his hand. Occasionally, he touched the flannelette table and made a very subtle sound.

However, even so, in the dignified atmosphere at the moment, the voice is particularly loud.

"Still... With?" Shi Mochen looked at the middle-aged man opposite with a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, with a thin smile at the corners of his mouth and asked.

The man looked at the card face that graphite morning had opened, and then looked at his own. His hands were clenched and clenched, and the sweat on his forehead was a little dense.

"Do you still want to blow me up like before?" the man gritted his teeth.

There were two before. The boy with a bigger card face deceived him. His cards were bad. His cards were good and completely bad.

This one, does he want to do it again?

Graphite Chen's beautiful lip corner gently hooked, "yes, I just fried you. Do you follow me?"

"..." the flesh on the man's face began to twitch because of this.

Whether it's his words or his expression, you can't tell the true from the false.

The man looked at his chips and cards, and his palms seemed to start sweating.

"Say..." Shi Mochen deliberately paused, put down the chips in his hand, and took out the cigarette and lighter. "If you lose, it won't be fun."

The man's small eyes stared, trying to contain his anger.

Shi Mochen ignored him. He only heard the "bell". After the steel lighter was bounced off, it slid and rubbed sparks. At the same time, he lit the smoke.

Obviously, it's just a very ordinary action, especially for men. It's just like eating... But because of such an ordinary action, people feel oppressed.

Men still have no choice whether to follow or not.

If you don't follow, buckle your cards and be more passive next.

And... If he loses, he will lose not only chips, but everything he has fought down in his life.

Graphite morning did not urge, smoking, playing with a steel lighter in his hand. His slender fingers turned over, as if the lighter had a soul.

Just when a cigarette was about to bottom out, I looked at the time in the morning. It was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

He wrung his eyebrows, sat up slightly, put out the cigarette in the ashtray, and wondered, "it's too long, haven't decided yet?" it's hard to be impatient in his tone, "I'll make an appointment for dinner later."