"Tell me, you are so old. What have you done in so many years? You are still a college student in the 1980s and a pride of heaven. Ten years have passed and you are not ashamed as a junior college student now. You are in your thirties and you haven't married yet? Look at who your child has just graduated from school last year and now his salary is several thousand a month. He has also negotiated such a beautiful partner. If you look at you, don't you feel embarrassed? Can you find a wife if you go on like this? You might as well die!"

"Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming, you are fifty years old this year and you are only receiving a salary of more than 3,000 yuan per month. What do you think you have enough money for? The mortgage has been paid for twenty years, and your wife can't afford a new piece of clothing. Even if you eat tomorrow, you have to be stingy. Are you upset?"

"This society is a society that does not give you a way to live. If you don't want to climb up and find a way to live, then you will have no way to live. Zhou Ming, you originally had a very good foundation. Logically speaking, you should be an executive with an annual salary of one million. How could you be worse than those sluts in the class? It's not that your brothers don't help you. In fact, your current situation is powerless..."

Zhou Ming opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head. He turned his head to look around. The familiar furnishings and room design made him recall that he was in his own room in Hotel No. 1. He came back here after the meeting at the airport hotel yesterday. ⊙

It turns out that I just had a dream!

Zhou Ming then breathed a sigh of relief, but he clearly remembered the words in the dream just now. Because if you want to say those things are dreams, you have had a great dream of spring and autumn for more than 20 years. During those 20 years, you were very mediocre. If you evaluate it in the more fashionable words in the future, you will be the silk in the silk.

Without a successful career, I just work as an ordinary salesperson in an ordinary company, and I earn seven or eight thousand yuan a month. This may sound like a lot, but I was almost fifty at that time. Think about my identity as a college student in the 1980s, and look at my former classmates, who are not with an annual salary of tens of millions of yuan, and even if I compare myself with them, I am not as good as shit.

Those words I hear in my dreams are what I really hear, and they always say to myself every time I go home for the New Year, and relatives and friends get together.

I have thought about working hard, but the results are all very bleak. There are luck and reasons why I didn’t work hard enough. Perhaps it was because I had accumulated too much grievance in my heart in my previous life that I would work hard in this life.

Zhou Ming thought so, and he clenched his fists: No matter what difficulties he encountered, I must overcome them, because I am Zhou Ming who was reborn, and I cannot be reborn this time in vain!

"Zhou Ming, are you awake? Get up quickly. Ilbedov and Bortasky have arrived, waiting for you in the living room outside."

A gentle voice came, and Zhou Ming knew it was Su Han without looking at it. Because he and Su Han had nothing to do with shame, he lived in the same room. Su Han got up in the morning, and now when he came in the room, he came to talk to him when he saw Zhou Ming woke up.

Zhou Ming shook his head, shook everything in his dream just now out of his head, and then asked her: "How long have they been here?"

"It's been almost an hour since I came. I heard they say something happened in the stock market." Su Han replied to Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming nodded silently and then got up to wash. Considering the work needs of guests living here, this suite not only has a bathroom outside the living room, but also has a bathroom in each room, which can ensure that guests can live here and have their own private space.

A few minutes later, Zhou Ming went out to the living room and saw that the sofa in the living room was full of people. Not only Ilbedov and Bortaski were here, but Li Cheng and Tong Gang also came.

Seeing Zhou Ming come out, Ilbedov and Bortasky stood up subconsciously. Ilbedov sighed with relief, "Thank God, Mr. Zhou Ming, you finally got up." Although Bortasky on the other side did not speak, his eyes were also staring at Zhou Ming, and his eyes seemed to see a savior.

Zhou Ming reached out and made a gesture of invitation to ask them to sit down first, and then Zhou Ming asked: "Mr. Ilbedov and Mr. Bortasky, I guess something very amazing happened when you came here so early, right?"

"That's right," Ilbedov nodded, "the securities companies have just opened today, and almost all of our stocks, including banks and industrial stocks, are rising rapidly. This is not normal."

"Obviously, this is the attack on the Dota Plan. Mr. Ilbedov won't even be able to see this, right?" Du Peng said, shrugging and showing surprise. It must be that he, the eldest young master, has been sitting here for so long, and both the two northern Russians turned a blind eye to him. This contempt made him very unhappy. Du Peng's own temper is a bit violent, and it is not easy to endure it until now.

Du Peng's sudden speech made Ilbedov stunned for a moment. Because he was worried that he would not react to Du Peng's temper, he said in a daze: "But hasn't the President not signed the order to fully open the capital market? How could it be so fast?"

"Mr. Ilbedov, have you forgotten that Mr. Maita had launched an attack on the old ruble and paid more than four billion US dollars to the Mlin?"

This time, Zhou Ming was talking. He looked at the time before speaking. It was 10:30 in the morning of Crisco. According to the opening time of the securities company here, it had only been an hour and a half since the opening of the market. They had been waiting here for an hour. It can be said that they went to the securities company to wait early in the morning. When they saw that the situation was wrong, they immediately came to their place. This shows how much pressure the Dota Plan puts on them.

Zhou Ming's rebellious question made Ilbedov think of something. Zhou Ming continued: "So things are very simple. In fact, there has been a lot of funds entering Northern Russia through various channels, but they have been lurking. Now only a horn is needed, and these capitals can immediately show their fierce fangs. They don't want us to be prepared and have to take the initiative."

"I just didn't expect that they would invest money to raise the stock price." Du Peng added.

"My God, then what should we do?"

Ilbedov murmured, although this was the same as he had expected before, he still took a breath, but then he heard Du Peng's words and immediately asked: "Since Mr. Du Peng said that, have you thought of a solution?"

Zhou Ming shook his head and said to him: "No, but Mr. Du Peng is right. He still uses the same old method. The reason why Mr. Maita likes to use this method is simply because this is the simplest and most direct way to raise the stock price through capital investment, unless we also have enough funds to invest in the stock market to hedge them."

"This is impossible. The Dota Project is the wealth of the entire Western world. How can we fight to beat them?" Ilbedov immediately denied.

"If you just won't win, you'll have to forget it. I'm afraid that the money we invested will be invested into their pockets." Li Cheng followed and added.

Ilbedov looked at Zhou Ming, and Zhou Ming nodded to him with certainty and said that it was this story. This is definitely true for Zhou Ming, who has memories of later generations, because no matter whether it is the Southeast Asian financial crisis that shocked the world or the later short-selling plan, no matter how many strategies there were in the middle, the most fundamental thing is this kind of head-on battle of capital.

When I wanted to take a Western financial tycoon shorted the Thai baht. The government invested tens of billions of dollars not only failed to save the defeat, but the tens of billions of dollars were all made into meat buns and dogs, leaving no return.

Zhou Ming said: "So don't worry, Mr. Ilbedov and Mr. Bortasky, we can wait and see first."

"Wait?" Ilbedov looked at Zhou Ming in confusion and asked, "What else do we have to wait for?"

"Of course it's the purpose of waiting there," Zhou Ming replied, "Mr. Ilbedov, do you think the purpose of raising the stock price there is to directly control the stock or just to make money?"

Zhou Ming's question puzzled Ilbedov, making him not know how to answer, because how could he know what he thought there, or that the other side now has the initiative, and he can do whatever he wants!

Ilbedov did not answer, but his expression had already given the answer. Zhou Ming said to him: "So, our situation is very bad now. No matter how anxious we are, it is useless. We can only wait for their results to come out before finding a solution."

"Is there really no other way?" Ilbedov asked unwillingly.

"I'm sorry, not." Zhou Ming shook his head and said to him. Ilbedov lowered his head dejectedly. Zhou Ming continued, "But Mr. Ilbedov, I think it's a good time to go on vacation now, or now, according to the Lingnan culture of our country, we should be going to sigh for morning tea. Isn't Mr. Ilbedov very interested in the food culture of our country? I think this is a good opportunity."

"Mr. Zhou Ming is open-minded, or is he very confident in himself." Ilbedov sighed and said, "But there is really nothing we can do now. Mr. Zhou Ming will do whatever he tells me."

"But I have to correct you, Mr. Ilbedov. Although this morning tea is a word for sighing, it means enjoyment, not sighing."

Zhou Ming teased, which made the atmosphere relax, but only Su Han and Li Cheng noticed Zhou Ming's hand that had been clenching his fists.
Chapter completed!