Chapter 109(1/2)
Lao Gui's "villa" is in the southwest of the city.
Single family.
The garage door was open and there was a Cadillac parked inside.
The lawn in front of the door was repaired very regularly.
Follow the flat path in front of the door and look around.
A greening rate of at least seventy or eighty.
A breath of wealth and peace came to my face.
Peng Ling got off Wang Hui's Panamera and took a deep breath.
The fresh air made her feel relaxed and happy.
"This is all the taste of money." Peng Ling said intoxicatedly.
Wang Hui then got off the car and smiled coldly.
Of course it's the taste of money.
This villa was rented for money.
Cars are naturally rented for money.
Before the end of this scene, the old ghost lived here.
"Peng Ling, I have put in a lot of effort to get you to the bait!"
Looking at Peng Ling's back, Wang Hui thought to himself.
...
The old ghost himself is also a person of particularity.
Although it is just a temporary residence, the hygiene in the house is always well maintained.
Pick Wang Hui and Peng Ling into the house.
The old ghost made coffee with his own hands and served it on the table.
Cross your legs.
With a smile on his face.
A master-like style with a calm and gentle wind.
Wang Hui smiled secretly in his heart.
But the muscles on the face are well controlled.
The old ghost is worthy of being an old ghost, so it is safe!
The two of them exchanged glances without moving.
The old ghost nodded in vain.
Prepare to start fooling.
In the past days, Peng Ling had close contact with many men, but no one had ever let her enter the house.
A socialite is just a toy in the eyes of rich people.
Where can I get qualified to enter the house?
Only women they really like will be taken home.
Peng Ling, just a bus.
So, this is the first time that Peng Ling has entered the home of a "successful person".
Different from imagined.
Lao Gui’s workstation was not placed in the study, but was thrown directly in the living room.
The huge working matrix composed of six sets of hosts and six monitors has opened Peng Ling's eyes.
The colorful lines and real-time numbers on the monitor make her feel like her heart beat faster.
"Brother Gui, are you trading futures here?" Peng Ling pointed to the computer and said.
"That's the Nikkei Index." The old ghost lit a thin lady's cigarette and slammed it between his fingers.
He told Peng Ling from left to right.
"This is the US stock market, this is from the London Stock Exchange..."
"This is Hong Kong stocks..."
"This is futures!"
Lao Gui, like a big collector, introduced her most proud collection to a tourist who mistakenly entered his palace.
"Oh, wait! I'll do it!"
The old ghost suddenly screamed, sat in front of the computer, and quickly typing on the keyboard.
Then stared at one of the screens for a while.
"Bang!"
He attacked with his palms.
"Done!
"The old ghost stood up with a smile.
Wang Hui smiled and said, "Brother Ghost? What's the situation?"
"A Chinese stock listed in the US stock market will make a small profit." The old ghost smiled faintly.
"How much did you earn? Is it convenient to say it?" Peng Ling's face was slightly anxious.
"Not much, 150,000 knives!" the old ghost smiled.
Peng Ling opened her mouth.
Just a moment, 150,000 knives?
Nearly one million yuan!
Peng Ling swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
The enthusiasm in my heart is no longer enough.
The old ghost in front of me, Brother Gui, seems to be a real master!
"This... it's too easy to make money!" Peng Ling said subconsciously.
"Haha, you laymen like this, that's it..." The old ghost shook his head and said, "Just only see thieves eating meat, but not thieves being beaten!"
"Old ghost, is it appropriate for you to compare yourself to a thief?" Wang Hui said with a smile.
The old ghost slapped his forehead: "That's what it means!"
Peng Ling laughed with all the time.
"You are Huizi's friend, Huizi is my brother, and I won't hide it from you!" The old ghost rolled up his sleeves, "Peng Ling, it's very risky to play finance. If you don't make money, you have to want to lose money first. Can you play?"
"I... still have some savings!" Peng Ling smiled slightly
Hesitated for a moment.
To be honest, it feels different to chatting with the real old man who is trading.
It seems that one sentence can determine one's future.
"Wait!" As he said that, the old ghost returned to the computer again.
Another operation.
"Good luck!" Finally, he knocked on the car and the old ghost laughed.
He looked back at Wang Hui and smiled, "Huizi, I made money from the iron ore futures last month!"
Wang Hui's eyes lit up: "Is that so? How much did you earn?"
The old ghost stretched out his right hand palm and flipped it forward and back twice: "We, each of us, we have 100,000 knives!"
"Ha!" Wang Hui laughed.
"Next month, let's go to Las Vegas to have a few bets?" Lao Gui raised his eyebrows with a smile.
"I won't get involved in pornography, gambling, drugs!" Wang Hui waved his hand very much.
"Then stay in the Alps for two days?" said the old ghost.
"Okay, I'll follow your arrangements!"
Looking at the two chatting with bright smiles, Peng Ling's breathing became heavier.
Single-family villas, luxury cars, income of tens of thousands of dollars per minute...
To be continued...