"That's still half a month away."
Wang Xiaocong sighed and looked at the calm Lu Liang, suddenly feeling like the emperor isn't in a hurry while his eunuchs are dying of anxiety.
"Hard to say," Lu Liang said with a mysterious smile.
"Oh? Got a plan?" Little Wang was surprised.
"How about some tea?"
Lu Liang smiled without a word; he still owed JPMorgan 768,000 Tesla shares.
Although he hadn't used them yet, the interest had to be paid, and the shares had to be borrowed for at least seven days.
It was the fourth day now, and once the shares were returned upon expiration, JPMorgan would know whether he had been margin called or not.
"Don't want any, always so secretive, quite exhausting."
Wang Xiaocong gave a glance full of resentment and left the office with a stomach full of grievances.
"Take care, no need to walk you out." Lu Liang smiled indifferently. Little Wang had a good nature; he could be considered a friend.
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