Chapter 8 The God of Wall Street

"Stop putting garlic for me!" Kong Shu opened the stock software on his tablet computer, "I want to see, why are you pretending to be here? The stock I mentioned?"

The voice of Kong Shu's speech came to an abrupt end at this moment.

At this moment, on the tablet computer in front of him, the stock number 0875, changed from the previous scarlet red to the dazzling green, which is a symbol of the limit down, that is, all the money invested in this stock will be firmly trapped inside and cannot be withdrawn.

"This" Kong Shu took a deep breath, his eyes full of disbelief, "Impossible! Impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible." Xiao Yang chuckled, and his phone rang at this moment. He answered the phone, lit the amplifier, and the sound in the phone rang.

"Boss, this stock is even worse than I thought. I thought I could buy one million, but the other party couldn't help it when it reached 700,000. He was trapped directly. I guess this kind of courage is those rookies who just came out of school, and their methods of cheating money are so low."

Kong Shu was sitting there and trembled slightly. The sound on the phone was like a thorn piercing into his heart. The theoretical knowledge he was proud of was just a rookie in the eyes of others, and it was not worth mentioning?

"Okay, that's it. You can arrange for someone to get the money back. Take out the people behind and do what you can do." Xiao Yang hung up the phone and didn't ask Kong Shu to do anything, as if the bet just now did not exist.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell into a strange silence. Kong Shu sat aside with an embarrassing look on his face.

Qin Rou looked left and right, but she didn't know what to say.

At this moment, the door was opened from outside.

"The teacher is back!" Qin Rou suddenly stood up from the sofa and looked at the door.

Outside the gate, a middle-aged man who looked over fifties was walking into the house with a bag of vegetables. The man had a straight figure and was filled with an indescribable temperament.

Qin Rou walked forward happily and took the dish from the middle-aged man, "Teacher, you are back, this one is the one I told you, Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang, this one is my old man."

"Hello, we're meeting again." Xiao Yang smiled at the other party.

"It's you, it's you." The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Yang with a dull face and murmured.

Qin Rou looked at the two of them and was puzzled, "Teacher, do you know Xiao Yang?"

"I don't know." The middle-aged man shook his head, "I don't know his name is Xiao Yang, I only know his other name."

"Another name?" Qin Rou subconsciously looked at Xiao Yang, and heard the teacher's voice ringing in her ears.

"The God of Wall Street emerged when the international financial stock market collapsed. He used 1.3 million magnesium gold to complete 18 stock transactions in just two months. Two months later, he raised 1.5 billion magnesium gold to build positions for the first fund used to short D. He designed a complex fund operation model, shorting the dangerous D while purchasing cheap D. When everyone thought he would lose all his money, he successfully turned the situation around and made his return increase reach 50%! It was then that he became a legend of Wall Street and established his own macro hedge fund. He is still the world's number one position and is unshakable. At that time, he was only nineteen years old. I had the honor to meet him. He told me that the reason I saw me was because I was in charity and did not seek rewards. I only knew his real name today, Xiao Yang."

"The God of Wall Street" Qin Rou looked at Xiao Yang with shock in her eyes. She did not doubt the teacher's words, because there was no need to lie to her at all.

"Yes." The middle-aged man sighed, "He is a legend of the entire Wall Street, but when he was the most dazzling, he disappeared from everyone's sight. He donated all his wealth to the Red Cross for free to rescue the children in poor mountainous areas."

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of relief. This was his eyes of an older senior who looked at the younger generation. He was very glad that in China and his motherland, there was Xiao Yang, a person who was charitable and did not seek rewards.

"Donate all" Qin Rou is now completely speechless. She has always believed that she is already very enthusiastic about charity, but now she realizes that compared with Xiao Yang, what she does can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

"Rou, I really didn't expect that you and Xiao Yangneng met together. If I guessed correctly, you two met in the welfare home, right?" The middle-aged man looked at Qin Rou with a smile.

"Yes." Qin Rou put her hands in front of her abdomen and nodded.

"Okay, don't stand up. Today I bought some stuffing. Let's make dumplings. Xiao Yang, I have now quit the financial industry and are older than you. Rou is just like my daughter. From now on, we will be a family. I will call you a name. If you don't dislike me, just call me Uncle Kong." The middle-aged man raised the dish in his hand and smiled.

"Okay, Uncle Kong." Xiao Yang smiled slightly, "I'll roll the dough quickly, you guys will wrap it."

"Okay!" The middle-aged man responded cheerfully, "Rou, come and help."

"Oh." Qin Rou lowered her head, blushed, followed the teacher, and waited into the kitchen. Qin Rou stretched out her hand and pulled the teacher's sleeve, "Teacher, what are you talking about, what family are you?"

"Haha, isn't this a matter of time?"

Xiao Yang finished his meal at Teacher Qin Rou's house and returned home. It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the clouds in the sky were burning red.

As soon as he entered the house, Xiao Yang saw Ye Yunshu sitting on the sofa with a sad face, and Milan was not seen in the living room.

"Mr. Ye, what's wrong?" Xiao Yang walked over and asked with concern.

"You don't understand what the company is doing." Ye Yunshu covered his forehead with his hands.

"Mood will affect people's health. Try to relax. I'll pour you some foot wash water. You look very tired these days." Xiao Yang comforted, ran to the bathroom to pick up a basin of warm water, then squatted in front of Ye Yunshu, picked up the pair of jade feet and placed it in the water.

After a few days, Ye Yunshu was a little used to Xiao Yang's pressing on his feet. What he had to admit is that Xiao Yang's massage technique was indeed very good. Every time he massaged, he felt relaxed and slept soundly.

There was evening news on the TV, and Ye Yunshu's cell phone rang, and the caller was Secretary Li.

Ye Yunshu looked at the phone first, then looked at Xiao Yang, and answered the phone, "Secretary Li, how are you communicating with her?"
Chapter completed!