No one in the world can do without money, but money is really a bastard because many people have almost lost their conscience for money.
Just as Yang Wei and the others were sighing in the room, they heard footsteps in the corridor outside, and then they were noisy and chaotic. Several people raised their ears and listened carefully before they realized that it was some investors who were quarreling outside Room 316 to claim compensation.
The landslide outside, and the few people in the room couldn't sit still. Anyway, Bate Bio's daily limit is now hitting the daily limit, so there is nothing to watch, so it's good to go outside to watch the fun and change your mind.
As soon as Yang Wei and the others pushed the door, they saw hundreds of people outside. The corridor, which was not very spacious, was really crowded. There were people inside and outside. Everyone had angry eyes. The most eye-catching thing was an old man who was trembling with a crutch, knocking on the door of 316 with a cane.
"You are a thousand-killer, you have made us suffer. That's the money for my son to marry a wife. My old man is waiting to hold his grandson at such an old age. You ill-gotten ghosts will still let people live~~~"
The old man kept cursing, and the people around him were even swearing, saying everything he said. That's the case. No one's money was blown by the strong wind, so why did he die so miserably in the blink of an eye?
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang" 316's door was kicked and beaten for a long time.
The door of 316 is closed tightly, and the lock looks very strong.
"Everyone, let me give it to you, Manager Huang is here."
I don't know who shouted loudly in the distance, and then everyone tried to flash to both sides, finally leaving a "chicken intestine" path in the middle. Huang Shiren, who was as thin as a monkey, appeared in the front, followed by Huang Wenjun, a security guard in scallion.
Huang Shiren climbed a flower pot next to him as soon as he got to the front. He was not tall and seemed to be at a certain altitude when standing on the flower pot.
"Dear fellow villagers, I understand the pain in your heart very well, but it is not beneficial for us to make trouble like this!"
"What should I do? We have a contract!" a man interrupted and asked.
Huang Shiren looked bitter, "Actually, I am in the same mood as everyone else, but we must be calm and calm. We can only solve the problem through legal means. So I suggest that we investors all join forces and then our company comes forward to sue. What do you think?"
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. After discussing for a while, I felt that this was the only thing that happened. It would be better to be an official as soon as possible if you make such a fool of yourself.
"Xiao Huang, do you think we can get back our money?" the old man squeezed to the front and asked.
Huang Shiren grinned and replied: "We must believe in the fairness of the law. Please go back and don't affect other people's stock trading, okay?" As he said that, Huang Shiren bowed and bowed to everyone.
"Take it down," said a man from the back row, "What other people, I think they are the ones named Yang Gu Shen. He has cut millions of dollars in his life, so what else can he affect?"
Yang Wei, who was standing not far away, was confused and said in his heart: Okay, I was shot while lying down!
Huang Shiren turned his head and happened to see Yang Wei looking at him. He grinned and shook his head in pain, and then said to everyone at the top of his voice: "Everyone, let's come to Room 315. All investors who participated in the urging company will jointly sign up. I promise you as the company manager that you will definitely keep your funds safe."
"Okay, listen to the manager!" As the people spoke, they rushed into room 315.
"You all stop!" Millie stood in front of the door and pinched her waist, glaring, "Whoever is the last name of Huang, do whatever you should do, and lick what messes you can in my room?"
Huang Shiren jumped up to Millier's eyes and bowed to the ground, "Grandma, I'm explaining to you later. How about I do for my brother... Sister Ouyang, Brother Yang, please." His voice was filled with obvious tremors, and the tears were a little overflowing.
People's hearts are full of flesh, who can be so cruel? He is also a beautiful sister.
Millie flashed and made way out. Huang Shiren turned around and stood at the door and shouted at the top of her voice: "Everyone, I have paper in my hand. Please sign your names and real investment funds on it... Don't worry, come one by one!" After that, he turned around and entered the room and asked Huang Wenjun, the scallion security guard behind, to name the name.
Huang Wenjun stood at the door like a scallion, and investors entered the house step by step to sign a joint signature. In just over an hour, everyone signed the signature and wrote the paintings. Only then did Huang Shiren appear at the door with a paper in his hand and clasped his fists at everyone: "Please go back, we will definitely seek justice for everyone."
After several bows, a hundred talents left in a hurry, and the corridor became quiet again.
(China's stock market no longer has the financing function and delisting mechanism, and its dividend distribution constitution is not sound. Such a market has to rest. Apart from some short-term speculation opportunities, such as emergencies, it is actually difficult to grasp. For me personally, writing some novels is also a way to rest. This book is only signed and not put on the shelves, and it is all free. We sell houses and buy monkeys to have fun. Of course, it would be better if you can give some flowers, and it would be okay if you don't give them.)