After asking the question just now, Le Huizhen shut her mouth knowingly. All her goals had been achieved, and it went surprisingly smoothly.
What Lei Yaoyang promised her was that he didn't even bring him to eat or even watch a movie, let alone talk about sleeping.
Le Huizhen is not a businessman, but she can also pat her chest and say to Lei Yaoyang that his meal was definitely worth the money.
Being the first person does not mean that she has to fight to the end, never look back until she hits the south wall, and never give up until she reaches the Yellow River.
If you don't shout out, you are a fool.
The so-called getting ahead is just to introduce the topic and set the pace.
Le Huizhen has guided the wind in the expected direction that Lei Yaoyang needs, and all she has to do now is to let the words fly a little more.
Of course, her shutting up doesn't mean that other reporters will shut up as well. The reporters who just gave Ye Xiaoli the face to ask an honest question were like they were eating Eric.
In order to get four or five interviews first, the microphone was directly poked into Ye Xiaoli's mouth.
"So Mr. Ye, the real reason for your slow response is because of your physical condition? Is the news about you having cancer true? So who do you plan to hand over the group to inherit it?"
Le Huizhen's pointed questions and sharp words had already made the night school a little embarrassed. He thought that after the female secretary shut up, everything would return to the rhythm it originally controlled.
But Ye Xiaoli couldn't sit still when he saw such a crazy reporter. Now the situation had gone beyond his plan. He overestimated his own dignity, and also underestimated the shamelessness of these reporters.
In his opinion, these reporters have absolutely no lower limit.
For the sake of news and ratings, I wish the Daming Group would go bankrupt and Ye Xiaoli would die soon.
If he, Ye Xiaoli, took his two sons to the rooftop together, then these reporters would definitely bring ingot candles to interview and film.
Ye Xiaoli stood up and strode to the reporter under the flashlight.
"Dear journalist friends, first of all, I would like to state once again that Daming Group will not move forward, and the stock price will rise again soon."
"Please be more patient with Daming Group and me, Ye Xiaoli. The reward for your patience is definitely worth waiting for."
"Second, it is said that there is something wrong with me, that I am in particularly bad health, and that I even have cancer. This is absolutely nonsense and slander."
"Do you see me appearing in front of everyone like this? Not to mention cancer, I haven't even had a little cold recently!"
"If you really don't believe me, I will use my actions later to prove that I, Ye Xiaoli, am not old or sick!"
"So, the question of who is the heir, whether it should be jointly managed by my two sons or handed over to one of them, or even handed over to a professional manager, is a matter for the future. I think I, Ye
If a person lives another twenty or thirty years, there will still be no problem at all!"
After saying that, Ye Xiaoli took off his high-end custom-made suit and pulled off his naked tie.
In front of these reporters, he started doing push-ups, squatting and standing up.
If it weren't for the fact that he still wanted to show off his face and sit-ups were too unsightly, he wouldn't mind showing off what it means to have a good sword and a good waist and legs.
Watching Ye Xiaoli who looked like a monkey on TV, Huo Jingliang felt an indescribable sense of joy. This kind of joy was much better than when he made 100 million in stocks.
The two had fought against each other for many years, and it was the first time that he saw his old rival in such a mess.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
“How much is Da Ming’s stock now?”
"Mr. Huo, 5 yuan."
"Buy in bulk for me first!"
"It's Mr. Huo!"
TV programs were broadcast live, newspapers and magazines were rushed to print, and even Azha kept up with current events and printed an additional issue of "The Secret of Business Tycoon Lao Dang Yizhuang's Night Stay on Portland Street."
The contents of the press conference spread throughout the streets and alleys of Hong Kong Comprehensive City immediately.
Even many people who don't know how to trade in stocks can't help but make a phone call or go directly to the exchange to buy something when they hear about such an opportunity to make money.
For a time, Daming Real Estate's stock price rose again and stabilized at around six yuan.
On the other side, Ye Rongtian looked at the funds on his account that had increased by more than 10 million, and nodded, but he didn't look particularly satisfied.
Compared with this little money, he still felt that the farce just now was more interesting.
Thinking of his arrogant uncle acting like a clown under the flashing lights, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
After speaking, he picked up the fake "health report" on the table, smiled and ordered Xu Wenbiao beside him:
"While that old fox hasn't finished the press conference, you can send it to me! This is also a little thought from my nephew to my uncle! If the live broadcast is over, you can give this to each of these reporters."
………
Huo Jingliang had already told Yaoyang and Zhan Mizai what stocks were.
It is a digital game packaged by some people with large sums of money using technical terms that others cannot understand and sound lofty and unclear.
Its essence is numbers. To be honest, it has nothing to do with anything else. The purpose of designing those professional terms and high knowledge is to make those leeks feel that as long as they master these things, they can make money.
In fact, a company's loss has nothing to do with these things, and even the stock's rise has little to do with the company's loss.
In other words.
Is Ye Xiaoli really sick or can he live to 80?
Which good-for-nothing son inherited the company?
Or leave it to professional managers?
These have nothing to do with Huo Jingliang's operations in the stock market.
These operations are just because Huo Jingliang feels that his confidence is not strong enough, and he needs to guide those leeks to gather funds.
If Ye Xiaoli didn't have a large amount of working capital, Huo Jingliang would have eaten up Ming Dynasty.
Of course, there are still smart people who will not analyze those data graphs or pay attention to such shady internal information. They only care about the flow of big money.
When they saw that most of the funds in the market now came from the Huo Group, they knew that this man was behind all of this.
Of course, they are still trying to figure out whether Huo Jingliang wants to acquire Daming or wants to take advantage of the situation. But if they don't get on the bus now, when will they wait?
All of a sudden, instead of overlapping, Daming Group's stock price became higher.
Seven dollars and three...
Eighty-four dollars...
Ninety-eight dollars...
Ten dollars.
Of course, Huo's stock also rose after receiving good news.
In one day, Huo Jingliang's working capital directly earned 1 billion with tears and blood, and he also obtained 8% of the Ye family's stock for free.