togophonebook Chapter 186 You Are One Minute From Bankruptcy
Chapter 186 You Are One Minute From Bankruptcy
Chapter 186 You Are One Minute From Bankruptcy
Dong Lingxi was making a mask in the women's club when she received a call from Jing Gao.She was the only one in the quiet and elegant VIP room, lying comfortably in the soft chair.The mask was stuck on the pretty face.The beauty of a woman is piled up by money.
"Boss Jing, you've decided?" Dong Lingxi was a little surprised, and turned on the hands-free phone to talk to Jing Gao.
At this time, what can Jing Gao do if he wants to see Zhao Canglong?It can only be a summation.So she asked very tactfully.At the same time, I feel very sorry.In fact, she was looking forward to Jing Gao's victory!I never thought he would be discouraged so quickly.
She knew about Li Wei.
On the phone, Jing Gao laughed, "There is no decision. You can ask him out. I know you can do it." The tone was very strong.
Dong Lingxi also felt the change in the height of the well, speculated in his heart, and said: "Okay, Boss Jing."
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Dong Lingxi called Jing Gao back later, and the meeting time was about the morning of next Monday, five days later, at the Jinghe clubhouse.
Obviously, Zhao Canglong didn't take Jing Gao seriously at all.Sue?Is this what you want?
On Monday, June 6, around nine o'clock in the morning, Jing Gao arrived at Jinghe Club in Poly Building in Shunning District in a black 6-series BMW.
The elevator directly to the 60th floor went straight up.The city scene in early summer in the capital comes into view.The glass curtains of tall buildings glow with hot sunlight.The bodyguard Fu Ye followed Jing Gao with a briefcase.
"Mr. Jing, hello." Lu Gangyu, who has a good relationship with Jing Gao, waited at the door, shook hands with him, and whispered: "Mr. Jing, endure the calm for a while!"
In the past few days, there was another land auction in Ji Province. I heard from Lao Xie that Xiashang Real Estate Group did not bid again, and stayed away from Canglong Group.
Jing Gao gently patted the back of Lu Gangyu's hand, accepted his kindness, and followed him to the No. 1 banquet hall.
At this time, the WeChat group of "Jinghe Nianchun" has exploded.
The aliens are coming: our young Mr. Jing has come.I just saw with my own eyes that Lu Gangyu, a weaver, led him in.
Huahua: A large face-slapping scene!How many people are waiting at Jinghe this morning?
Your uncle is your uncle: backache, still at home.Waiting for you live broadcast.
Wei Wuji: At San'er's house, right?
Miss Dong: There is no live broadcast.Just the four of us.The conversation is confidential.
The big bird is like me: Alas!Mr. Jing is afraid that he will quit the group after today, and will not come to Jinghe again.
Cuckoo Pigeon: It must be so.
Aliens are coming: +1.
I'm Xiao Ai: Hehe, who told this Boss Jing to be provocative before!Young and frivolous.
Fatty Ma: He is a big idiot!
Fatty Ma: I think I can't afford some money.What is he?
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The No. 66 banquet hall on the 1th floor is about two to three hundred square meters.The decoration style is Western-style, restrained and luxurious, with gray and white as the main style.
The current decoration style is not popular in the past, such as gold and Chinese red.The local tyrant with the big gold chain is quickly going away.Instead, it is popular to see the real kung fu in the details, showing dignity and being different.
When Jing Gao came in, the three people seated on the brown sectional sofa in the middle of the living room: Zhao Canglong, Ma Fatty, and Dong Lingxi didn't stand up.
Zhao Canglong sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette slowly, enjoying it very much, as if he didn't realize that someone was coming.
Dong Lingxi put down her cell phone, picked up a teacup and drank tea, her eyelids drooped, hiding her thoughts.
Fatty Ma looked at Jing Gao contemptuously, and said with a half smile, "Hey, isn't this Mr. Jing? What are you doing here?" He just scolded Jing Gao in the group.
Jing Gao didn't even bother to look at Fatty Ma, but glanced at Zhao and Dong.Haha, what a world!He raised his hand to look at his watch, it was nine fifty-nine in the morning.Sitting down by himself, "Mr. Zhao, you are one minute away from bankruptcy."
"Pfft..." Dong Lingxi turned his head and spat out a mouthful of tea.Jing Gao's words...simply...simply, she couldn't describe it.It's ridiculous!
"Haha! Haha!" Fatty Ma laughed straight away, patting his thigh with his hands, laughing until his stomach ached.
The corners of Zhao Canglong's mouth turned up slightly, with a cigarette in his hand, he glanced at Jing Gao lightly, and said, "The words are not shocking! I was planning to hang you out. Okay, you continue talking. I'll listen."
Jing Gao smiled faintly, fulfilling his wish, "Second point, I am the major shareholder of Canglong Group. Your position as chairman of the board of directors will be removed immediately."
Dong Lingxi was speechless, staring at Jing Gao with almond eyes.
Fatty Ma continued to laugh, "Haha!"
Zhao Canglong couldn't help laughing, took the time to light his cigarette, and said, "It's a good idea. Ask me to go bankrupt, and then ask me to lose the control of the Canglong Group. It's almost a copy of family ruin. But..."
Before finishing a "but", Zhao Canglong's cell phone rang.It directly interrupted Fatty Ma's laughter echoing in the luxurious hall.
Zhao Canglong picked up the phone, "Hello?"
Inside came the anxious voice of a trader from HSBC, "Mr. Zhao, you've lost your position."
What?
Zhao Canglong only felt the blood rushing down, and it hurt a little.Liquidation, this term in futures means: the funds he invested are lost.
There is no three-thirds, and never go to Liangshan.He entrusted HSBC to operate, not investing in oil futures with huge risks.It is stock index, stock and interest rate futures, option products, etc.He invested a total of 1.2 million.
The No. 1 banquet hall was very quiet, Fatty Ma and Dong Lingxi could clearly hear the voice on the phone: Explosion!
The muscles on Fatty Ma's face were a little stiff.This is more than a little skill!He seemed to be laughing a little too loudly.
Dong Lingxi put down the tea in his hand and looked at Jing Gao seriously.
Zhao Canglong hung up the phone, looked at Jing Gao with gloomy eyes, then glanced at the reactions of his younger brother and the woman, and smiled, "That's it?"
His family has a big business, and the investment loss of 1.2 million made him feel pained.But not enough to bankrupt him.
At this time, Zhao Canglong's cell phone rang again.
Zhao Canglong frowned and answered the phone.This time it was not a bank employee, but he dispatched a manager from Canglong Group who specializes in stock investment in Hong Kong Island for him, and said in frustration: "Mr. It fell sharply. The book loss was as high as 3 million."
As the stock manager, he had to notify Mr. Zhao of this loss.
Zhao Canglong couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted sharply: "What's going on?" His assets are around 50 billion.This net worth cannot be all cash.They are respectively distributed in equity, real estate, stocks, futures, cars, yachts and so on.
The combined loss of stocks and futures is almost 5 million, and the liquidity in his hands has been almost drained.
"Mr. Zhao, watch the market yourself. We may be targeted."
Zhao Canglong asked Fatty Ma to bring a computer, opened the software, looked at the all red interface, and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
The rise of A shares is red, and the decline of Hong Kong stocks is red.
Jing Gao sat on the sofa and ordered: "Mr. Dong, pour me a glass of red wine."
(End of this chapter)