Crazy Friday, plummeting stock prices!

The stock market has finally reached a plateau after an irrational run-up.

Anticipate the impending crash of the rust lake capital, has been shorting the stock index fully prepared.

Some professionals have predicted that the market is coming to a low point, but they still don't want to face the day, and they urge ignorant investors to dump all their money into the market.

After a few days of small decline, they called the best time to add positions.

Just as millions of retirees are looking forward to it, the stock market is opening for another day.

Smelling blood, the tycoons knew it was time to unclog, brandishing sickles and dumping their holdings.

A large number of retail investors for the capital of the dish, bought the stock they sell, heavy warehouse again heavy warehouse!

- 3%,

- 5%,

- 9%,

The market ushered in four consecutive days of falling, people's hearts are bleeding, wealth almost overnight shrinkage.

Their prayers have not changed the stock market's gloom.

...

Adams got word from Robert that some big buyer had got wind of something and wanted to buy some of the farmland held by the Aid Foundation.

When Adams opened the door, Agnes, who was sitting in the lounge of Rust Lake, took a moment and said very rudely, "What are you doing here, driving?"

Robert coughed and corrected himself very seriously. "Miss Agnes, please have some respect for our CFO."

"Hey, he's your CFO?" Agnes was shocked, too, that this guy was a chauffeur, not the CFO of Rust Lake Capital.

She had been instructed by her family to buy a large amount of farmland before the new law was announced, her professional manager told her.

Most of the potential farmland in the autonomous prefecture is now in the hands of rust Lake Capital's Farm Aid Foundation.

She thought that with the money, she could have the land.

Unexpectedly, Robert, the manager of the other party, was unmoved by the nearly one billion dollar check, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Since it doesn't make sense to Robert, she wanted to find the real boss of the other party to talk about the specific acquisition problem, but unexpectedly the other party invited a "driver" yesterday?

Seeing That She didn't want to believe her, Robert asked, puzzled.

"Yes, Sir Adams, the real owner and boss of the Farm Aid Foundation."

"You are Adams! "

Yesterday, she ridiculed the nouveau riche in front of him, but she was still the CFO of Rust Lake Capital!

And he owns tens of thousands of acres!

Yesterday she had insulted the others severely for a few minutes in front of them, and the transaction seemed to be difficult.

She knew she was in big trouble because of bad information.

It was the crew that had failed to check Adams's background, and she was under the impression that he was still in the news a billion times.

This is not to blame her, she has to deal with a lot of complicated things every day, where there is no time to follow the current news, professional fund managers to help her take care of the hands of the money and stocks, coupled with the family of children in her ear constantly slandering Adams, her impression of Adams is difficult to change.

Robert wants to make this deal happen, so he suggests:

"Why don't we go out and have a cup of coffee and sit down and talk."

"I don't want to, I will find a better seller!"

Agnes was so dissatisfied that she didn't believe if she didn't deal with Adams, that she couldn't find a seller if she had money.

As they watched Agnes storm away, Adams waved a helpless hand at Robert and said,

'I haven't offended her!

Robert smiled, anticipating that something bad was going on between them, and in no mood for gossip, dragged Adams toward the meeting room.

"You know, Adams, we've made a lot of money these days, and Jason's been up all night waiting for you to take the credit."

Hearing this, Adams gathered himself and walked excitedly into the busy conference room.