Iron Bull Legend

After all, they are the two largest conglomerates in Japan. They have the power and the government behind them. It would be a huge joke if they really went bankrupt.

However, it was really hard for them to accept such torture, it was like slapping them hard in front of everyone, just like what happened to Sakata Yokoji. You could hit them, but this was a grandfather and Yokoji was a grandson, so a few hits were just a joke between children.

Nowadays, not only do they beat the younger ones, but they also pull the older ones' beards. This is not right. Everyone's face is face, especially the face of the older generation is particularly important.

But they still beat him like that, and made loud clattering noises. After the beating, they turned the man's face towards the crowd to show it to everyone, to see if their beating was unique, skillful, and well-planned.

This is torture. The commanders of the two major consortiums are really depressed now, because they have used up all the funds raised yesterday in less than half a day. Today's charge is louder than yesterday, and the enemy's momentum is even stronger.

Even with the help of so many allies of unknown origin, retail investors and many other investors are truly panicked and afraid. Two consecutive days of limit down have made them lose hope.

Therefore, the only thought now is to hope that the ally who secretly supports them can show some strength and help them through the difficulties.

However, they are clear that the more money that comes in, the more chips they will get. At a certain point in time, they will exit with profits. Such a scenario is more dangerous and the crisis will come earlier. They can no longer control these things now.

"If I die, I have to take a few people with me. If I don't feel well, you guys won't feel comfortable either." Sakata Yokoji roared loudly and smashed the coffee cup in his hand. He didn't know how many cups he broke.

If cursing could play a decisive role, it is estimated that all members of the Sakata family would come together to curse the person who slapped him and that little slut Mei Xin.

Now, Sakata Yokoji's love for Mixin has changed from the original love he used to have, holding him in his hands for fear of dropping him, and holding him in his mouth for fear of melting him, to the point where he wants to eat his flesh and drink his blood. His love has turned into hate since the moment the war started, and it has broken his heart.

Moreover, the disappointed look in his grandfather Sakata Jingtian's eyes, the head of the family, has really hurt his weak heart and made him afraid to go home. However, he has to participate in the battlefield.

Even if he was scolded a lot, he had to come here and keep urging the companies below for funds. They had to maintain the current financial market. The huge amount of funds here was like a small piece of gold thrown into the sea. There was no movement at all.

However, they had no choice but to fill it up, so they could only grit their teeth and squeeze and suck the milk of those cash cows again and again, almost draining the company dry.

There was so much complaints that there was no company that did not curse the Sakata family's ancestors for eighteen generations behind their backs. However, they only dared to curse behind their backs and not in front of them.

“Baga…” Sakata Yokojiko cursed these two words and didn’t dare to continue, because he still felt a slight pain on his big face. However, he looked around and realized that he was in his own territory, so he started cursing again, “Baga, Baga, Baga.”

The people around quietly left the room and hid far away as if they were avoiding the plague god. No one wanted to be caught and used as a punching bag. Wouldn't that be stupid?

There were clanging and smashing sounds in the room again, which made the small people outside tremble with fear. This was a big client of the securities company, and Murosakata Yokoji had to pay compensation according to the price for every item smashed. The value of each item here was not cheap.

Although the Sakata family is rich and does not need this little bit of money, it is still money and it does not come from the wind. If Sakata Keito knew about it, Sakata Yokoji would probably be slapped in the face again. Sakata Keito is not a parent who spoils his children.

But who would go in and take care of Sakata Yokoji now? Who would be so stupid as to offend Yokoji? No one, everyone wants to live a few more days, and who wants to be scolded happily? Isn't that a humiliation? This is what the employees really think.

His anger was finally vented, and his depression was finally relieved. His chest kept rising and falling, and his whole body was like a weak shrimp with its spine pulled out. He slumped on the chair, as pitiful as an abandoned child who was unwanted by his parents after their divorce.

He was the only one left in the room. Hengji felt so lonely, without even anyone to accompany him. He blinked his lips, his mouth full of bitterness.

Only then did he realize that his outburst had weakened his momentum in front of his employees and made him lose face. As a manager, he had lost his reason and the qualities of a child from a large family.

He really regretted it now, but there was no way for him to regret it. After all, the little funds that the companies below had raised for him today had been used up. He realized that if he had another 180 billion yuan in funds, he would be able to reverse the decline and push up the stock price.

However, there was no way. He had issued the task yesterday and only raised so much funds. Now he still had to raise money from below and collect the money. He had to raise a huge amount of funds tomorrow to ensure that the stock price would not be suppressed again.

This is the request of my grandfather Sakata Jingtian. He was the one who caused the trouble, so he has to clean up his own mess. He is already unfilial. If he wants to become the heir of the family, he must persevere and get this thing done.

Sakata Yokoji now hated Jingyuan Mixin to the core. That little girl was too slippery and cunning, and she had used such cruel means against him. Therefore, he had no love for her now, but only overwhelming hatred, with waves of burning anger surging in his chest and abdomen.

Even though his anger reappeared, his expression changed again and again as he looked around, because the ground was full of garbage, broken porcelain pieces, tea stains, and pieces of paper floating in the wind, some of which had been torn into pieces while others were still whole and soaked in tea stains.

The numbers on the market are still jumping, and every number is affecting everyone's heart, and making countless investors hide in the corner and curse constantly.

This has been going on for several days in a row. The panicked people are even more panicked, while some people have already laid down. Even if they sell off now, the losses are huge and they are almost bankrupt.

If they don't sell, they can still hold a string of numbers; if the price goes up one day, it will still be their capital. They are willing to be the ostrich with its head tucked in its crotch, or even deliberately become the pheasant with its head hidden in the snow, unable to see or hear anything.

However, such a blow really made them feel as chilled as if they were swimming in winter in the coldest days of winter. They felt chilled to the bone, their hearts were racing, and they were completely in a mess.

The continuous limit down for several days has made those standing on the top of the mountain feel cold on their butts. In these cold days of winter, they feel even colder in their hearts in the ice and snow. All their funds will soon be thrown into the cold abyss and become a piece of waste paper.

Even if they hold this piece of waste paper in their hands and stand in line on the rooftop in the near future, it will be a kind of life experience. After all, they have experienced such a cold winter.

Even at the closing of the market at noon, there was not a single bit of good looking face. Between offense and defense, the long and short positions still had the upper hand, and the price was firmly on the limit down, which was trembling.

This is the cruel side of the financial feast, and it is also the bloody steamed bun served on the table of this financial feast, a bloody steamed bun that keeps dripping with blood.

Tie Niu and his group of people were in a very good mood at the moment. They had already attracted all the foreign hot money and trapped them firmly in the abyss of this financial feast. Only by bringing them down could they be used as scapegoats and amulets.

Each of these hot money is a financial tycoon, and behind each of them stands a large conglomerate and a financial oligarch. Even if the Japanese government steps in, it dare not take it lightly. After all, this is someone else's investment.

If we accuse them of financial speculation and prohibit the flow of their funds, saying that these funds are trapped in Japan, it will cause international disputes. Moreover, behind these hot money there is the master of the United States, so Japan dare not do that.

Therefore, Tie Niu and his team successfully attracted the hot money and pulled them into the water. This is already half successful. Now, they already control a part of the chips in their hands.

If you don't want the chips in your hand to become a pile of waste paper, you must make more investments and put out more funds for self-rescue. Now, you have not reached the stage of self-rescue.

Therefore, everyone will still live in peace, but no one can predict when that day will come. Tie Niu and his team are waiting for that point. As long as they reach that point, they will bring everyone into the abyss and into endless darkness.

This abyss is also a deep pit that Tieniu has dug for everyone. Who will fall in, who will float up, and who will survive is all up to fate.

Now that there is no traitor, everyone is chatting and playing cards happily at the dining table without any scruples. With the participation of the young master, everyone is even happier.

"Young Master, I heard from the old master that you were killing everyone in Las Vegas in the United States, beating all the second-generation rich people in the United States, and even sending the successor of some family to the rooftop?" Zhang Liang suddenly put down his bowl and asked.

"I did play a few games in Las Vegas, but I didn't win much, just a few hundred million US dollars. As for what you said about me sending him to the rooftop, that's a typo. It was his life span that ended. I had nothing to do with his own death."

Before Tie Niu finished speaking, there were continuous inhalations all around. Billions of dollars or small amounts of money? Then, what is big money? The young master is the young master. He is generous in his actions and arrogant in his words.

"Haha, so domineering. Young master, you are the only one who can say these words. If others say them, they are just bragging. But young master, you are stating the facts. Can you tell me about the situation back then?" Zhang Liang looked at Tie Niu with pleading eyes like a curious baby.

"Actually, I was the Prince Charles and Princess Yin Lina who went to attend the wedding of the eldest son of the Dupont family. I was the one you said was sent to the rooftop. I just went there for a stroll and had nothing to do. But, you don't know, I had a classmate at the Imperial College at the time. He was also in Las Vegas. Under his instigation, Jack and others were fooled and gambled with me. You know, sometimes foreigners really protect their children. After beating the younger ones, the older ones will come. Alas, if I don't accept the money, will I be struck by lightning?"