"My suggestion is to buy it." The expert solemnly gave his opinion, and then explained awkwardly: "Because you can't help him no matter what!"

Chen Ning was angry: "Why can't I help?" He pointed at a room of excited people and shouted, "I have a group of brothers, and I have more than 100 million people gathered together, so why can't I help?"

"Because..." Expert Lao Guan spread his hands, and while he was shocked by the genius Liao Yingzhu in his heart, he said with a bitter look on his face: "Because the person manipulating the stock price may be the Tesla stock underwriter!"

"... Damn it!~" Chen Ning was dumbfounded and muttered, "Can you still do this?"

"Fuck~ Brother, look! What is this?!"

Suddenly, a louder cry interrupted Chen Ning's indignation. He saw the little boy looking at the TV with his eyes widened. Beijing Satellite TV, which was originally reporting on the Tesla Flower Planting Flagship Store, suddenly changed the screen and aimed at

Thick crowds in Times Square, New York.

The crowd was all wearing red raincoats, and the white T-shirts underneath were equally conspicuous. The red 't' on the T-shirts also vaguely told the TV audience that this huge crowd was all related to Tesla.

"How many people are there?" Lao San asked in amazement.

As if he heard the third child's question, the host on the TV immediately reported the specific numbers of the crowd: "3,799 senior VIP customers and 9,836 Tesla America employees."

Chen Ning stared at the big TV and asked the expert after a moment: "In other words, before 10:55, every point increase is considered a help to my brother?"

The expert nodded and reminded: "That's right, but don't increase leverage!"

"I'm not a fool," Chen Ning said angrily, and then told the trader on the side: "Place an order, stud!"

…………

New York, Times Square Building.

When the private account of the stock god appeared, the atmosphere in the small circle only became tense for a while and then relaxed.

There are only ten minutes left, let alone one stock god, even if ten stock gods come, it will be useless!

At this time, John Mark and others had gathered in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Zhao Song and the other four people below getting closer and closer to the stage. However, no one of them showed any signs of nervousness.

The sarcasm of the young man below.

Seeing their looks, Nancy didn't tell them about Tesla's hiring of actuaries from all over Manhattan. Instead, she stood silently behind them, remembering this scene with her heart - after ten minutes, no matter who wins, no matter who the two sides are.

Failure will become valuable experiences and lessons for her in her future life.

"I heard that flashmob has become popular around the world in the past two years," John Mark said casually, which also awakened the thoughtful Nancy, "Zhao doesn't want to treat it as a surprise for us, does he?"

Pursey of Morgan Stanley shook his head and said with a smile: "With so many people gathering in advance, no matter what you do, you can't achieve unexpected results, so it won't be flashmob!"

Nancy at the back hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and kindly reminded these people:

“Four years ago, the world’s first flash mob took place at Zhonghai Electronics Mall in Zhonghua Capital. The name of its founder should be familiar to everyone, that is...

Nicholas Zhaosong!"
Chapter completed!