Gu Yan shook his head and said nothing.

Zhimochen's identity is limited to his family and a few uncles, and even Yan Yan doesn't know about it.

Naturally, he felt something was wrong with Mo Chen, and it was impossible for him to talk to Wang Xiao about this.

Seeing that Gu Yan didn't want to say anything, Wang Xiao didn't ask much.

What a man, is it about asking about concern or gossip?

Seeing that Gu Yan didn't want to say anything, he naturally stopped asking.

I'll go out first, Wang Xiao said, "There will be a meeting in half an hour, don't forget."

That one doesn’t need me anymore, right? Gu Yan frowned immediately. Yiyi has a bad appetite these days, so I plan to buy some vegetables and cook early!

When Wang Xiao heard this, he immediately grinned. You have a pregnant wife that is amazing. You don’t have a good class. You won’t be able to do it now. Are you the president, or are you me?

You are the president's special assistant! Gu Yan takes it for granted. Do you still don't understand what the special assistant means? It's just that the president has an unexpected situation and can be used as a president, such as opening a

Dear! Wang Xiao just felt that he was too big to stop him. Put away your fallacies! Damn! Why did the labor and capitalist be blind when he was in high school? I thought it was good to be friends with you?

Wang Xiao regretted not being able to do it, and thought about the scene of coming to the emperor for an interview six years ago. He really thought about it once, and felt that he would vomit blood once.

Oh shit!

No wonder he is getting thinner and thinner now, and he is becoming less and less incompatible with the nickname Fatty.

This is a fucking thing that is enslaved has no time to enjoy, which means that it can only consume body fat and no time to accumulate!

I guess you were really blind at that time. Gu Yan raised his eyebrows, not ashamed, but rather proud.

I hehe! Wang Xiao rolled his eyes wide and looked painful, "I really don't want to say more." He turned around and left the president's office with a collapsed look.

The moment he closed the door, he turned around and compared his middle fingers to the door.

At this moment, he wanted to be more satisfied with his hands than his middle finger.

Aohai City, emp Stock Exchange allegation center.

Dozens of computers are operating at the same time, and the traders are staring at the data displayed on their respective computer screens. Whenever there is any situation, they will analyze and report in a timely manner.

Long Chuheng stood in front of the big screen with his hands in his pockets, staring at the data on the screen that was cut into four grids, and gradually frowned.

Someone manipulated it behind the scenes. The manager's voice was solemn. At this time, it was easy to get involved and was supervised by the relevant departments.

Now is an era of rapid development of information, which is different from when emp was first founded.

If the action is too large, it is easy to cause supervision of relevant parts, which will be very troublesome.

If you don’t move, you won’t be able to do it. If this continues, the opening of tomorrow will make many investors lose confidence.

The manager naturally understood this truth. It was probably because someone had received the news that he knew that emp was going to get out of singleness and wanted to take the opportunity to make some money.

This step always takes place. Long Chuheng's voice was calm, and there was not much expression on his handsome face. The natural domineering aura that belongs to the Long family was lingering in vaguely at this moment. Do it!

The manager is still a little worried, but if so

I will deal with it. Long Chuheng said, signaling Xia Xiaoying.

Xiaoying nodded, turned around, and went to get the computer.

As a descendant of Long Xialuo, Long Chuheng was once the one who was told by Long Xialuo that he was the most similar to him.

He is extremely close to him in terms of personality and in all aspects.

The only difference is that the growth environment creates something irreversible.

For example, Long Charlotte basically grew up in XK. Although he was often in school, he was not as restricted as Long Chuheng, who had lived in Long Island since childhood and was trained as a candidate in power.

After taking the computer, Long Chuheng directly connected to the line of the stock office and entered the operation backend.

Just as the traders were acting, he also acted at the same time, but what he did was not something that could be placed on the surface.

Even if what the trader does at this moment cannot be put on the table.

Time passed by little by little.

Emp is busy here. Compared to this, the atmosphere in the private room is so heavy that it seems that the air is condensed.

Grammar's slender fingers pinched a navy blue chip and turned slightly in his hand. Occasionally, he would touch the velvet tabletop and make a very subtle sound.

However, even then, the sound seemed particularly loud in the solemn atmosphere at this moment.

Still following? Zhimo Chen looked at the middle-aged man opposite him holding a handkerchief and wiped his sweat. He had a faint smile on his lips and asked.

The man looked at the card that Gramo Chen had already opened, and then looked at his own. He clenched his hands and clenched them again and again, and the sweat on his forehead was already a little denser.

Do you want to blow me up like before? The man gritted his teeth.

I had two games before, and this kid who had a bigger card than him made him beat him up. His trump card was so bad that he was so good at it. He was completely terrible.

Does he want to use this trick again?

Gramo Chen's beautiful lips curled gently, yes, I'm just blowing you up, then are you following?

The flesh on the man's face began to twitch because of Graphite Chen's words.

No matter whether this person is speaking or expression, you can't tell the truth or falsehood at all.

When the man looked at his chips and cards, his palms seemed to be sweating.

Speaking of which, Shimochen deliberately paused, put down the chips in his hand, and took out the cigarette and lighter. If you lose this hand, it will be no fun.

The man glared with his small eyes, trying hard to endure his anger.

Gramo Chen ignored him and heard a "clang" sound. After the steel lighter was bounced off, he lit the cigarette while sliding and sparking.

It is obviously just a very ordinary action, especially for men, it is just like eating, but because of such ordinary actions, people feel extremely oppressed.

Men still have no choice whether to follow or not.

If you don’t follow, you will be more passive in the next game.

If he loses, he will not only lose chips, but also everything he has won in his life.

Graphite Chen stopped urging him, smoking a cigarette, playing with the steel lighter in his hand. His slender fingers flipped over, as if the lighter had become soulful.

Just when a cigarette was about to bottom out, Gramo Chen looked at the time and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. He frowned, sat up slightly, and wiped the cigarette in the ashtray while wondering: It's too long, haven't decided yet? He was a little impatient and disgusted in his tone. I even made an appointment for someone to have dinner later.
Chapter completed!