Supreme Stock God

Chapter 515: From Heaven to Hell

It is now early February, and the Spring Festival is getting closer and closer, and the festive atmosphere in the capital is getting stronger. And similar to the atmosphere of the Spring Festival, there is the enthusiasm in the financial market. The stocks that He Xiangping mentioned before have gone from the initial price of more than one yuan to the current price of nearly thirty yuan, which is considered to have created a miracle in the Chinese stock market.

He Xiangping has also been called the Chinese stock **** by many investors.

However, it is strange that those well-known financial experts in the domestic financial circle who were originally keen on stock market review have now been silent in tacit understanding. On the contrary, it was because of He Xiangping that the ratings of "Financial Frontline" soared. Several experts invited all praised He Xiangping very much, and they did their best to please.

Today is the final exam for the Finance Department of the Guanghua School of Management, Peking University, and He Xiangping is also the invigilator of the marketing class where Yang Jiabao works.

The examination room was so quiet that needles dropped, and there was only a rustling sound made by the nib rubbing on the examination paper. Compared with this quiet environment, He Xiangping's heart is very unquiet. In fact, he was very excited. Because he also knew that the stock prices of those stocks were close to 30 yuan, and the money he invested in the stock market, like a snowball, swelled to the current 200 million.

Today, he is waiting for Xiaoqian to call himself, and then he immediately releases the stocks on his hands to cash out, and the two hundred million is considered safe. By the way, I have to go to the "Financial Frontline" to show a face before the small money is fully put on the market and remind those stock investors that these stocks are a bit unstable and may fall. After that, there was a big plunge, and he could be clear about it.

Thinking that he was about to have a net worth of 200 million yuan, He Xiangping standing on the podium couldn't help but look at Yang Jiabao, who was sitting in his seat and immersed in answering papers. Seeing her serious and beautiful face, He Xiangping's heart became warm. He can now imagine Yang Jiabao crying and wanting to dedicate himself to himself, and the corners of his mouth also subconsciously raised.

"Jingle Bell!"

A phone ring suddenly rang, and many students in the examination room who focused on answering papers were shocked, thinking it was time to hand in their papers.

He Xiangping's face was a little hot, and he quickly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, apologized to another invigilator and other students, and hurried out of the examination room. Originally, let alone in the more important final exams, even if he went to class on weekdays, He Xiangping would shut down the phone so as not to affect his class. But now he is eagerly waiting for Xiaoqian's call, so he can't shut it down.

Walking out of the examination room, he immediately put the phone to his ear and said excitedly: "Is it Mr. Qian?"

"Haha, Teacher He, it seems you are waiting very anxiously." Xiaoqian's voice came through the phone.

"Mr. Qian, let's talk about other things later, what's going on in the stock market?" He Xiangping was indeed very anxious.

Xiaoqian smiled and said: "Look at you in a hurry, okay, okay, haha, the stock price has broken through 30 yuan, and we are also ready to put it on the market. Go cash it out."

With He Xiangping's always self-proclaimed gentle personality, now he couldn't help but say something foul: "Fuck you, it's done!"

After that, he immediately called his securities broker and asked him to sell all the stocks in his hands for cash, and the securities brokers should continue to do so.

"Mr. He, congratulations." At the end, the securities broker said hi on the phone.

"Well, thank you." He Xiangping tried to suppress the ecstasy in his heart.

Maybe he was really too excited. If he was in the past, he might have heard the stockbroker say that "congratulations" with a smirking smile in his tone.

After hanging up the phone, He Xiangping took a deep breath. In Beijing in February, the temperature was very low, but in He Xiangping, the air was very warm and it warmed to his heart.

When he returned to the examination room, the smile on his face made the other invigilator inexplicable.

And He Xiangping also squinted to look at Yang Jiabao, and thought very proudly in his heart: "Yang Jiabao, just cry and call me and I beg me to accept you, hehehehe... don't put three holes in your body. Fuck it all, I won’t be called He Xiangping!"

At this moment, Yang Jiabao raised his head and caught He Xiangping's blatant gaze. He Xiangping, who was a normal one, might still converge a bit, but at this time he was unscrupulous, his eyes lingering on Yang Jiabao's chest recklessly, as if he was about to tore off that layer of clothes and humiliated her severely.

With a cold snort, Yang Jiabao packed up his things and walked out with the test paper, but he had to hand in the paper in advance.

When she got out of her seat, without even looking at He Xiangping, she handed the completed exam paper to another invigilator, and then walked straight out of the examination room.

He Xiangping greeted the invigilator quickly and chased him out immediately.

"Jiabao." When I left the door, I just saw Yang Jiabao walking to the stairs.

Originally, Ambassador Yang Jiabao didn't want to pay attention to him, but after thinking about it, he stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"

"There are things I want to talk to you." After all, He Xiangping didn't look at Yang Jiabao, and walked into the lounge next to him.

Yang Jiabao showed a sneer, and then followed in.

"Jiabao, do you know that I now have a net worth of 200 million yuan." He Xiangping saw Yang Jiabao coming in and said directly to her, and then waited for Yang Jiabao to show his stunned expression.

However, to He Xiangping's surprise, Yang Jiabao did not change his face, and even said coldly, "So what?"

"So what?" He Xiangping sneered: "Didn't you tell me before that if I can earn 100 million in a year, will I be able to compete fairly with Zhou Hao? Do you forget all these words? Up?"

Yang Jiabao shook his head: "I haven't forgotten, but Mr. He, I think you have misunderstood what I mean. I just said at that time that you can compete fairly with Zhou Hao, but I never said that I would like you."

"You..." He Xiangping was speechless for a while, and then said with a slow expression: "Jiabao, I made 200 million yuan in less than a month. You should see my strength. And, now I am But being made a Chinese stock **** by outsiders, to be famous and profitable, don't you think that I am inferior to Zhou Hao's milky bastard?"

"I think you are the bastard." Yang Jiabao squinted coldly.

Suddenly she spread out her hands again: "Forget it, you are in a big disaster. I still have general knowledge about what to do with you."

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?" He Xiangping naturally didn't understand what Yang Jiabao meant.

At this moment, there were bursts of "chucking" sounds from the leather shoes stepping on the ground from the corridor outside, and then someone was asking: "Where is He Xiangping, please?"

"Teacher He, he seems to have just gone out." This is the tutor who invigilated the exam with He Xiangping.

He Xiangping felt very puzzled when he heard someone looking for him outside, and at this moment he saw Yang Jiabao cast a pity and mocking look at him. At this moment, He Xiangping had an ominous premonition in his heart.

He walked over to open the door of the lounge, and saw a few uniformed policemen at the entrance of the examination room, and the invigilator was there. I saw He Xiangping walk over by himself and said to the policeman in the lead: "I am He Xiangping, are you looking for me?"

The policeman looked at He Xiangping up and down, then took a piece of paper from his subordinates and shook it in front of He Xiang's plane, then said with a grim face: "Mr. He Xiangping, we are the Ministry of Public Security Economic Crime Investigation By the way, now we suspect that you are related to an insider trading case and a case of disrupting financial order. Please come back with us."

I don't know if it was intentional. His voice was so loud that the teachers and students in several examination rooms on this floor heard it.

He Xiangping fought a cold war upon hearing this, and immediately shouted: "When did I get involved in insider trading, and when did I disrupt the financial order, you guys, don't wrong people indiscriminately!"

"He Xiangping, we didn't wrong you, do you know how many people you have killed!" the policeman behind said angrily: "The stocks you predicted to rise are now found to be speculated through illegal operations. I got up, now those companies have been investigated, and now they are all down!"

The policeman obviously bought those stocks by himself or by his family and friends, and suffered heavy losses. Therefore, he hated He Xiangping as the "culprit."

"No...impossible!" He Xiangping subconsciously denied what the police said, because he didn't believe it was the truth.

"Now it's useless to say anything. You should cooperate with us and go back with us obediently." The policeman in the lead said coldly.

I saw two policemen approaching immediately and grabbed He Xiangping and put handcuffs on his hands.

He Xiangping saw that many students had come out to watch. He, the youngest professor of Peking University, was handcuffed in public. It was a humiliating thing for him.

"I, I want to wear a hood! I want to wear a hood!" Although he knew that he would be recognized even if he wore a hood, He Xiangping still wanted to deceive himself, and he dared not face the students and teachers around him.

But listened to the police headed by a sneer: "Sorry, we didn't prepare any hoods. He Xiangping, come with us."

"Let's go, you liar!" The police who hated He Xiangping gave him a big push.

With this sudden change, He Xiangping, who had just been immersed in the joy of getting rich, felt the feeling of going from heaven to hell.