Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 430 441 [Conferred God in one fell swoop]

Outside the Hong Kong stock exchange market——
A black Bentley was parked outside the trading building.

Niu Xiong, who was acting as the driver, got out of the car and walked to the left to help open the door. The bald man Jin Jiu got out of the car with a smile on his face, threw a pack of cigarettes to Niu Xiong and said, "Thank you, brother Chao gave it to me!"

Niu Xiong just smiled and put the pack of cigarettes into his pocket. Seeing this, Jin Jiu said, "Remember to open it yourself!"

Niu Xiong immediately understood what it meant, so he hurriedly supported the top of the car door with a smile to avoid bumping into each other, and greeted Song Zhichao to get out of the car.

Song Zhichao dressed up very energetically today. He wore a black suit, his hair was brushed back, and his sideburns were shaved very short. He looked energetic.

Obviously already accustomed to this kind of service from Niu Xiong, Song Zhichao got off the car and looked up at the sky. The sun near noon was shining brightly, making people feel very warm, not like winter at all.

Song Zhichao still likes Hong Kong very much. To be precise, he likes the climate of Hong Kong. If it was the weather in the Soviet Union, he would not stay here if he was killed.

After Song Zhichao got out of the car, Jin Jiu took out a black windbreaker, shook it off, helped Song Zhichao put it on, and then patted the wrinkled place on the windbreaker with his hands.

Niu Xiong was a little surprised when he saw Jin Jiu's little action, and thought that Brother Jiu looked very happy today. Could it be that Brother Chao gave a lot of rewards this time?I couldn't wait to see how much money was stuffed in the cigarette case.

In fact, since coming to Hong Kong to follow Song Zhichao, both Niu Xiong and Jin Jiu have made a fortune.Not to mention that Song Zhichao paid them almost [-] to [-] yuan a month, and each tip was even more in units of [-] yuan.Therefore, in just over half a year in Hong Kong, the two of them are already worth millions.But this time, it seemed that Song Zhichao made a windfall in the stock market. The two of them didn't know how much the windfall was, but from morning till now, Song Zhichao looked very happy.Then, as usual, Song Zhichao habitually liked to put the tip in the cigarette case and throw it to them.

Why did Song Zhichao do this instead of just throwing them a check? The reason was that Song Zhichao regarded them as his own family. Of course, his own family should be free and natural when giving things to his own family.

Niu Xiong was full of doubts, but Jin Jiu couldn't hide his excitement, and he flattered Song Zhichao strangely: "Brother Chao, once you put on this cloak, you are even more handsome than Chow Yun-fat."

"Really? Are you missing sunglasses? By the way, you still need a toothpick in your mouth." Song Zhichao also joked with Jin Jiu.

Niu Xiong became curious in his heart, how much Brother Chao rewarded him this time, it seems to make the bald guy excited.

"Don't forget, take your suitcase and let's go up!" Song Zhichao said to Jin Jiu, then straightened his clothes and walked towards the stock exchange building.

Jin Jiu was right behind, took a big box from the car, patted the box, and happily followed Song Zhichao, quickly chasing after him.

……

Seeing Jin Jiu and Song Zhichao walking towards the building of the stock trading hall, Niu Xiong, the driver, hurriedly got into the car, ignoring to park the car in the nearby parking lot first, but first took out the car from his arms. Pack of cigarettes.

The cigarettes are Jian brand cigarettes, white, soft-packed, with the word "KENT" printed on it, and many celebrities in Hong Kong like to eat this kind of cigarettes.

The cigarette had obviously been opened, so Niu Xiong opened the cigarette box directly and took a look inside --- sure enough, there was a check stuffed inside.

So, Niu Xiong stretched out his thick fingers with difficulty, and pinched the check out.

"How much money will it be?" Niu Xiong said to himself, then opened the check with his hand, and stared at the bull's eyes——
Immediately, he froze.

With his mouth wide open, he stared at the series of zeros on the check—he had counted it three times and confirmed it, it was 6 zeros—this is a million check!
At this moment, Niu Xiong felt that his throat was a little dry, and his heart was beating wildly.

100 rewards!
How can it be?

Could it be that the boss made a fortune this time?

For Niu Xiong, who came to work in Hong Kong from the mainland, he doesn't understand stocks or stock investment, but it seems that Song Zhichao really made a lot of money this time.

Reward yourself 100 million at a time, so how much did Boss Song earn this time?
Niu Xiong, can't imagine.

……

Compared with yesterday's stock trading market, today's hall looks lifeless.

Song Zhichao led Jin Jiu all the way, and almost all he saw were complaints and crying.

Stepping on the thick stock waste paper under his feet, a gust of wind blew up the waste paper, and some of the waste paper fell in front of Song Zhichao. Song Zhichao swept it with his hand, and felt like a huge cemetery in front of him. It is paper money.

"It's gone, it's all gone!" A short and fat man squatted on the ground, rubbing his face and weeping.

"It's lost, it's all lost! What to do, what to do?" A man wearing glasses also squatted on the ground, scratching his hair vigorously.

"Hahaha, hahaha!" A lunatic man stood on the table, yelling nervously, crying for a while, laughing for a while.

Song Zhichao took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose, a little unaccustomed to the weird atmosphere of the trading hall.

Just as Song Zhichao paused for a moment, and was about to walk towards his VIP room, suddenly, a person jumped out from the side and grabbed Song Zhichao like crazy.

Fortunately, Jin Jiu, who was waiting by Song Zhichao's side, reacted quickly enough to block Song Zhichao and push the man away.

That man was a big white fat man, but Jin Jiu, who was born with supernatural power, pushed him to squat on the ground.

Regardless of dignity or disrespect, or losing face, the big fat man knelt down and crawled to Song Zhichao's side, grabbed Song Zhichao's trouser legs and cried bitterly: "Please help me, Mr. Song! Help me ! I don't want to die!"

It was only now that Song Zhichao had a clear look at the other party, but he was an old player in the stock market, nicknamed "Lard Oil Paste". Because he was too cunning, he deceived many people when he traded in stocks.This time to speculate on futures, lard paste even colluded with Luo Yonghui and his gang. Not only did they ridicule Song Zhichao's "overreach" and waited to rush to the street, but he also joined Luo Yonghui's team to attack Song Zhichao, investing more than [-] million yuan, and started He made a lot of money, but now that the Soviet Union suddenly disintegrated, the stock market index plummeted, and it was about to stop, so he vomited blood directly.

To say that this lard paste is also greedy, in order to make more money, he also borrowed usury this time, hoping to make a fortune with the "stock market prodigy" Luo Yonghui. Unexpectedly, this time the stock market prodigy is not a prodigy either. The old fritters also plunged in.

Thinking that he would be chased and hacked to death by loan sharks, lard paste didn't care much, and directly asked for help from Song Zhichao, the "big winner" in this stock market war who was "made a god in one fell swoop".

"Mr. Song, I know you have made a lot of money this time, please help me, you only need to give me [-] million yuan, and I will be able to recover, and I will never forget you by then Great kindness and great virtue!" Lard paste hugged Song Zhichao's leg, weeping bitterly.

Song Zhichao sighed and said, "Since you are investing in stocks, you should know that the stock market is ruthless, especially don't be too greedy—so, I'm sorry, I can't help you!"

Song Zhichao knew that as soon as he offered to help, there would be a chemical effect immediately. It is estimated that all the losers in the stock market would ask him for help.By that time, it will really be out of control.

Seeing that Song Zhichao raised his leg to leave, "Don't!" Lard paste hugged Song Zhichao's thigh tightly, "I know, Mr. Song, I was wrong before, I shouldn't laugh at you, I shouldn't be mocking you, and I shouldn't Sniping your investment with those bastards --- now I know I was wrong, if you think I am not sincere, I can lick your shoes, look, how good I am at licking!" He really hugged Song Zhichao's leather shoes, stuck out his tongue, and licked it.

Song Zhichao: "..."

I've seen such things on TV and movies before, but I didn't expect shoe licking to happen in reality. What's more, I didn't expect that the person who seemed to be "dominating" would be me.

Seeing that everyone around him was looking at him, and the lard paste was still licking his shoes with a flattering smile, Song Zhichao hurriedly put his feet back and said, "One can fail, but one cannot be without dignity!" Disgusted by others, Song Zhichao mercilessly walked towards his office.

Song Zhichao knew that from the moment he pulled his leg away, his name would be labeled as "cold-blooded" and "ruthless".

But the mall is the battlefield.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Just imagine, if you are the one who fails today, and you are the one who loses everything, what would a person like lard paste do?
Thinking of this, Song Zhichao's heart that had softened just now became as hard as iron.

With a heart of stone, Fang is a real man!

(End of this chapter)