A black and thick Cuban cigar hand-rolled by black women from South America was pinched by Zheng Wuming at the waist.
At this time, Zheng Wuming's face had long lost the high-spiritedness of two days ago. He could no longer say anything like more people and more money ----- Facts have proved that when the money reaches a certain level, Sometimes, just relying on your brain is of no use.
In two days, Zheng Wuming went from being disdainful at the beginning to being irritated now.
Song Xueli stood beside Zheng Wuming in fear. From time to time, he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.
"Have you found it? Who is it?" Zheng Wuming patted the broken tobacco leaves on his hand and asked in a deep voice.
"No." Song Xueli carefully looked at Zheng Wuming's face and said softly, "The origins of these two funds are very mysterious. We can't find out for a while."
"Trash. You are a bunch of trash." Zheng Wuming could no longer keep calm. In two days, Lei Ting Investment's stock dropped from red to almost green. He could not sit still.
Originally, Zheng Wuming was very confident. He was confident that even if Yan Minghua and Su Qingwu teamed up, they would not be his opponent. However, just when he was so confident that he was about to have a big fight with two women in the mall. Two mysterious The funds suddenly joined in and began to snipe at his company with lightning speed. What was even more frightening was that these two mysterious funds were very huge. As soon as they entered the market, they started to attack quickly, directly beating Zheng Wuming to death.
When he came to his senses, he asked Song Xueli to investigate the source of the two funds and began to organize manpower to fight back. But what surprised him was that the other party's financial resources were as if his own family had opened a banknote printing factory. No matter how he Counterattack. The opponent's funds are constantly invested, which makes people feel helpless from the bottom of their hearts.
Hearing that Song Xueli hadn't found out who it was, Zheng Wuming was angry and began to feel weak.
No matter how he plays, the other party will accompany him and throw money at risk. There are only two possibilities.
The first type is that the people behind these two funds are fools.
The second type is just that people have so much money that they almost use it to light the stove. These tens of billions of dollars are thrown down. It doesn’t feel bad at all.
Obviously, people with so much money would not be the former.
After being sprayed wildly by Zheng Wuming, Song Xueli did not dare to defend himself. He could only keep wiping the sweat on his forehead. What he cared about now was not whether he would be scolded or not. What he cared about now was not whether he would be scolded or not, but the posture. Zheng Wuming was Xuan Xuan this time. . If Thunder Investment is finished, where should he find a new home?
Two days is not a long time, not a short time. But if the other party continues in this manner, Zheng Wuming knows clearly that he can last a few more days at most. When Monday passes, he will not have the funds to follow. The other party is exhausted. In less than half a month, Thunder Investment will be finished.
A company with over 100 billion U.S. dollars of liquidity alone will be done with it. The answer is yes.
Maybe some laymen don't know, but they, the experts, know it all too well.
This is not a question of more money and less money. Of course, it is also related to more money and less money.
The opponent's funds are more than his. Under the money offensive, it is really difficult for Zheng Wuming to keep his investment in Thunder.
Zheng Wuming originally owned 53% of the shares, but 39% were in circulation on the market. The remaining 8% was in the hands of a few small shareholders.
While Zheng Wuming was angry, he also laughed to himself - it seemed that he was overconfident this time. The two women didn't know what means they used to get such a huge amount of funds.
Zheng Wuming knew the financial strength of Yan Minghua and Su Qingwu. Therefore, when he had just acquired 5% of the outstanding shares on the market, he cashed out 5% of his shares. He The purpose was to consume Yan Murong and Su Qingwu's money.
If you want to acquire it, then go ahead and acquire it as hard as you can. I can give you more. That’s what Zheng Wuming thought.
He has 53% of the shares in his hands. He has cashed out 5% and still has 48%. Even if Yan Minghua and Su Qingwu receive all 39% of the shares circulating in the market. Including the 5% he cashed out, it is only 43%. Moreover, under their acquisition, the stock price will inevitably plummet. When the capital chain between the two is broken, they will have to cash out again. At that time, I will buy back the shares myself, and then raise the stock price, and I can still make a small profit from the price difference.
Desire is plump, display is skinny.
Zheng Wuming had a good idea, but the sudden appearance of these two funds caught him off guard. That's why he got angry at Song Xueli.
"How's it going over there?" Zhenwuming asked in a deep voice.
"The situation is very bad." Song Xueli said cautiously. "The other party's funds are too huge. We can still sustain it for the time being - but I am worried that if this continues, our funds will be exhausted."
"What do other people say?" Zheng Wuming asked.
"No response. We are all trying to protect ourselves." Song Xueli shook his head and sighed. "I called all the companies we invested in, hoping to borrow some funds from them. But they refused - our company's stocks were sniped. It has also had a certain impact on them. At this time, no one of them dares to lend us money."
"Where's the bank?" Zheng Wuming's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. His teeth were itching with hatred for these guys who only care about money.
"Only Citibank has lent us US$10 billion in high-interest loans," Song Xueli said weakly.
Ten billion U.S. dollars. It sounds like an attractive number. There are billions of people in the world, but only a few percent can own ten billion U.S. dollars. The rest of the people will probably never make any money in this life. So much. However, in this financial war with over 100 billion dollars in capital, 10 billion US dollars can only be wasted.
As a result, the room fell into a depressing silence. Zheng Wuming said nothing with a dark face. Song Xueli did not dare to speak. He could only stand aside and wait for Zheng Wuming's instructions.
After a long while, Zheng Wuming raised his head, looked at Song Xueli and asked, "Where's Kunlun?"
"He has been resting in the lounge." Song Xueli asked strangely. "Mr. Zheng, are you looking for him?"
"Yes." Zheng Wuming nodded and said, "Call him here. Let him accompany me out."
"Get out." Song Xueli was even more surprised. "Master Zheng, the company can't do without you this whole time. Where are you going?"
"Where to go? Haha." Zheng Wuming smiled. But there was more of a deep weakness in his smile. "Go to France to beg for mercy."
PS: I don’t know much about the stock market. The most I can do is play with funds. I bought 10,000 yuan three years ago. Now it has shrunk to 5,000 yuan... If there are any mistakes, please include them. There is another chapter.