narrow red

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Kuang was holding an emergency meeting at Wanrongzhenhui. There were four people attending the meeting, Duan Xiaojun, Bonnie, Xiao Gu, and Lai Xiaoxing. There was only one topic of the meeting: Warring States Red.

"Let me talk about the current situation," Kuang Zheng went straight to the point, "Sadeli used overseas speculative capital to short the Zhan Guohong with high leverage. As of 10 minutes ago, the price of Zhan Guohong against the US dollar fell by eight points."

Xiao Gu stared at Duan Xiaojun across the table without saying a word.

"All of you here are Zhan Guohong's big accounts, and the books have already been affected," Kuang Zheng analyzed, "Since it is a short sale, Zhan Guohong is bound to rise again. The more it rises, the more short-selling capital will earn. It is only a matter of time. "

Duan Xiaojun looked back at Xiao Gu, they were the second and third "big princes" on the Warring States Red map, and this was the first time they met in the real world.

"I suggest," Kuang Zheng tapped on the table, "Even if Zhan Guohong falls below 80%, 60%, or even more within a few days, please keep calm and don't rush to sell."

In short, he hopes that the various accounts under Wanrong Zhenhui can unite to fight against this short sale.

"Bd and Xiao Gu," Kuangzheng said with a steady aura, "plus I, Wanrong Zhenhui, our family accounts for more than a quarter of the Red River and Mountains in the Warring States Period. As long as we can resist, Sadeli will not Suck a penny from Warring States Red."

This is also protecting the interests of all holders of Warring States Red and protecting this currency.

"What's your opinion?"

Duan Xiaojun had done bonnie's work beforehand, and the two looked at each other and agreed.

Kuang Zheng looked at Xiao Gu.

"A strong quarter," Xiao Gu frowned, "Have you considered the founder's account, in case he starts selling..."

"No," Lai Xiaoxing said at this time, "I am sitting here on behalf of the founder, and I can express his opinion on his behalf. He will live and die with the universe he created."

The God of Creation of Zhan Guohong chose to stand with Wanrong Zhenhui, and Kuangzheng held at least half of the odds in his hands. Xiao Gu nodded slowly: "I have one last question."

Kuang Zheng would like to hear the details.

"The... Ruyi Island you mentioned to me, can it be thrown away?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Kuangzheng. Ruyizhou was his bottom line. All Wanrong Zhenhui knew that he could pay for it himself, but Ruyizhou could not.

After a brief silence, Kuang Zheng smiled: "Good question."

He took out his mobile phone and turned on the hands-free dialing. After a long beeping sound, the phone answered: "Brother Kuang, wait a minute..."

Kuang Zheng and Duan Xiaojun were taken aback for a moment, the voice was sandy and crisp, it was Ying Xiaonong.

"Hello..." This is Shi Kuoting, the owner of the Ruyizhou account, and the chairman of Yanbo Zhishuang Club.

"Kuoting, I turned on the speakerphone." Kuang Zheng first explained the situation, and then told him, "Ruyizhou has a large amount of virtual currency Warring States Red under its name, and it is currently falling. What's your opinion?"

As expected, Shi Kuoting was silent.

In making this call, Kuangzheng was actually taking a risk. Not long ago, Shi Kuoting strangled his neck for the stock of Zhengcai.

The other side asked back: "What's your opinion?"

Kuangzheng's opinion is simple: "My judgment is, not to sell."

Shi Kuoting was silent again.

Kuang was waiting for him, his eyes turned to Xiao Gu.

After a few minutes of dead silence, Shi Kuoting took a deep breath: "I listen to you, Ruyizhou and Wanrong Zhenhui advance and retreat together."

"Okay," Kuang Zheng's voice was not a reply, but a compliment, admiring his current courage, "I see."

After hanging up the phone, he smiled and gave Xiao Gu a satisfactory answer.

The meeting ended in the early morning, and Kuangzheng went back to the office to take a nap, and got up at 09:30 to continue the meeting. There were still four people attending the meeting, Ying Xiaonong, Duan Ruting, Duan Zhao, and Duan Xiaojun.

Mr. Xiao notified everyone in the Duan family immediately about the conditions proposed by Mr. Xiao in the grassland. After one night, they should have considered it almost. On the large conference table, there was a piece of paper and a pen in front of each seat. There is a small trash can that acts as a makeshift ballot box.

"Come on," Kuang Zheng said without any nonsense, "the minority obeys the majority."

It is a bet that once the anti-takeover fails, Sadli will get Aiyin, and Mr. Duan's family's shares will be harvested by Mr. Xiao. In layman's terms, he will have nothing.

"It's not too late." Kuang Zheng clenched his fists on the table, "I can notify He Shengjing to cancel the contract."

With a snap, Ying Xiaonong threw his pen into the ballot box: "There's nothing to vote for, I bet," he said without hesitation, "If Aine is gone, what's the use of asking for a pile of dead money?"

He's the boss and wants to impress the brothers.

But this is not a TV series. The protagonist who is crazy and cool throws a few beautiful words to the camera. This is reality. Every penny is real money and cannot stand a joke.

Time in the conference room seemed to have stopped, one foot life and one foot death, Kuangzheng did not urge, at least half an hour later, Duan Xiaojun picked up a pen: "I have the Warring States Red, and the Warring States Red collapsed, I still have the boss taught me I can't starve to death," he said, throwing away the pen, "I bet."

Duan Zhao followed closely behind, and twirled a beautiful pen: "The old man's inheritance, we have the most in the third house, no shares, and cash and real estate, enough for my mother's retirement."

So far, all the male members have set their sights on Duan Ruting.

She has always been a minority, a girl, the only member of the Duan family who stays in the group, and a fool who regards the family business as her own, so she is reluctant to part with the equity, because if she loses Aine, she loses everything.

Kuangzheng understood her, and so did her brothers, but it was useless to make a choice. She unscrewed the pen, slowly wrote down her opinions, folded the paper in half, and stuffed it into the ballot box.

Kuang was the ticket drawer. He took back the trash can, took out the piece of paper, opened it carefully, and his expression became serious in an instant: "Four tickets, three abstentions..."

"Wait!" Ying Xiao stood up abruptly, "We agree to bet!"

"Yes!" Duan Xiaojun and Duan Zhao were a little confused.

"But you didn't write the vote." Kuang Zheng's expression was serious, tense, and he suddenly smiled, and turned the paper to the crowd, "One vote for it."

Everyone was surprised that Duan Ruting, who puts interests first, and the fierce and tough Duan Ruting, actually voted for it!Duan Zhao slapped the table hard, his palm hurt: "Yes, second child!"

"Get lost," Duan Ruting put the overall situation first in his life, with an irritable expression on his face, "Don't fucking talk to me."

"Your vote," Duan Xiaojun pointed at her excitedly, "I can remember it forever!"

Kuang Zheng leaned back in his chair, and finally let out a breath: "In three days, Ruyizhou will sign the contract."

In the past three days, Kuangzheng has not been idle for a moment. First, he and Duan Ruting made an assessment of Aiyin, and then he confirmed the details of the acquisition with Duan Xiaojun. At 04:30 on the morning of the third day, the VAM contract was finally finalized.

Holding this contract, Kuangzheng welcomed Mr. Xiao into the tea room on the third floor of Ruyi Island. Mr. Xiao was very formal, wearing a classic suit, tie, and brown leather shoes. His sharp eyes swept across several side rooms and landed on Ying Xiaonong.

He stretched out his hand: "Back?"

Ying Xiaonong held him: "I'm back."

They are both the eldest sons of big families, and they are clear about what responsibilities the other party is carrying.

Mr. Xiao turned around to take a seat, but Ying Xiaonong stopped him and introduced the people around him: "My second child, Duan Ruting."

Duan Ruting was stunned, and Mr. Xiao also frowned. Messy younger brothers and sisters are not qualified to show their faces in formal occasions, but Ying Xiaonong is serious: "She is the future president of Aiyin."

Mr. Xiao gave him face and nodded slightly.

Duan Ruting's expression is indescribable, not because of the title of president, but because of the realization of years of extravagant wishes, it's so simple, it's just an acknowledgment.

"The third child," Ying Xiaonong went on to introduce, "Duan Zhao."

Duan Zhao came up, raised his chest and raised his head, sharp as a good knife.

"Fourth," the youngest brother, Ying Xiaonong patted him on the shoulder, "Duan Jun."

Duan Xiaojun said neither humble nor overbearing: "Hello."

Mr. Xiao nodded again. He could feel that there was an invisible force between the brothers of the Duan family, tightly twisting them into a rope.

The contract was signed very smoothly. The two parties have confirmed many times before, and now they sign in their own positions one by one, and then exchange and shake hands.

"Three working days," said Mr. Little, "my funds are in place."

The assistant put away the contract and handed over another document, "Before that, President Kuang," he pushed the document towards Kuangzheng, "I bought you a VIP insurance, you sign it."

When some enterprises carry out major projects, they will purchase personal insurance for core employees. Once the director or executive cannot perform their duties due to illness or accident, the enterprise will receive a considerable amount of compensation.

This is a bit like exchanging Kuang Zheng's life for money, Duan Ruting was dissatisfied: "Isn't it too naked, Mr. He?"

"Aiyin, Zhengcai, Warring States Red," Mr. Xiao looked at Kuangzheng, his eyes hardened, "Ten billions have been thrown in, in case Sudley jumps over the wall in a hurry, he will kill you with one shot." He squinted his eyes, "Aiyin Without you, I can't play this big card at all, and my He family will become a joke of the whole world by then?"

He was considering the interests of the He family, but in the eyes of the Duan family brothers, he was deceiving too much.

Ying Xiaonong lowered her face: "Tongcha..."

Kuang Zheng raised his hand and stared at the insurance: "You are right," he opened the contract calmly, "Let me see how much I am worth in your eyes."

"Boss!" Duan Zhao and Duan Xiaojun complained for him.

Duan Ruting suppressed Huo'er because Kuang was humiliating the Duan family.

However, the situation was pressing, and Kuang Zheng signed the contract neatly, and pushed the insurance back to Mr. Xiao, saying only one sentence: "I'm waiting for your money."

Mr. Xiao left with two contracts. Kuangzheng sent him downstairs. Ying Xiaonong got up from his seat with his face hanging down. The hand, slender, woman's palm, is Duan Ruting.

Ying Xiaonong looked at her. After so many years, it was the first time they saw each other clearly, and there was some resemblance between their eyebrows.

Flowing the same blood, they are siblings.

Ying Xiaonong held that hand tightly, and then clasped the third and fourth hands together, and the four children of the Duan family huddled together with their heads together.Mr. Duan must never have imagined that after his death, these unruly children would work together to tie their personal fate to the family and give up their lives for the word "Duan".