It was another Friday, at 2:50 pm, He Jiyao lit a three-five cigarette ten minutes before the closing, and looked at the market depressedly in the smoke.

According to Tan Xiaotian's instructions, he had already spread two funds worth more than one billion in more than 200 accounts. Now, most of these funds have become stocks designated by Tan Xiaotian. The entire operation process was extremely slow and took a full 4 months.

He converted almost 5 million Hong Kong dollars into RMB and invested his savings into the stock market.

But there is still no improvement in the stock market and it is dead.

The trading volume of the entire market is pitifully small, and there is no light at all.

Although Tan Xiaotian said in advance that this operation took a long time and was expected to take two years, He Jiyao had doubts about his words.

After all, man is not a god, is he accurate every time?

If I fail, I won’t be able to get my pension money back.

This idea is like a weed, once it comes out, it is out of control and madness grows.

Before the closing, he took some stocks.

It’s better to be more stable and gradually withdraw some funds. If the boss fails this time, I won’t lose too much.

At 15 o'clock, the market closes.

The four traders stretched their arms, turned off the computer, stood up and moved their bodies.

"Uncle He, when will we leave?"

These boys asked impatiently with green light in their eyes.

Every Friday is the day for them to release their animal nature and relieve stress.

He Jiyao cursed, “What time is it now, and you haven’t eaten dinner yet?

Are you that anxious?"

"I'm anxious! What's the food good? If you're hungry after a while, just ask for a bowl of noodles in the bath."

"Uncle He, go quickly!"

He Jiyao stood up calmly, "Who is on duty this week?"

A fat man raised his hand with a bitter face.

"Okay, let's go."

"Long live Uncle He!"

Three vulgar traders hugged He Jiyao out of the community, walked seven or eight hundred meters eastward, and then arrived in front of the Crystal Palace bathing door.

The doorman who welcomed guests was already very familiar with these people who were flirting with Hong Kong Public Security. These people were once a week and could not be shaken.

"I've come here, it's morning this week!"

He Jiyao entered the locker room, took off his clothes, soaked in the hot pool for a while, then went to the sauna for a few minutes, and finally came out to rub and bathe.

Entering the countryside and following customs is a very powerful and terrifying force.

When they first arrived in Shengtian, these Hong Kong people were very unaccustomed to the behavior of everyone squeezing in the same space to take a bath. However, after being discomfort for the first time, they gradually fell in love with this way of taking a bath. They felt itchy all over if they didn't come once a week.

He Jiyao changed his bath clothes, brought his hand cards, and went upstairs. Behind him was the waiter saying "A male guest..." The three traders had already gone upstairs when He Jiyao was scrubbing the bath.

He Jiyao found a seat in the corner of the rest hall. As soon as he lay down, his familiar manager came over, "Mr. He, Xiaolan has been thinking about you for a week, and she is waiting for you now!"

He Jiyao lit up the sanwu and shook his head, "Let's talk about it later. I'm tired and I need a rest."

"Mr. He rests first, don't let Xiaolan wait too long."

The manager withdrew with tactfully.

He Jiyao lay on the sofa chair, smoking the cigarette one by one.

Perhaps it is related to the market downturn during this period, and my mind is very messy.

Just as he was concentrating on the matter, a man quietly sat on the sofa chair next to him.

He Jiyao felt that someone seemed to be around him. He opened his eyes and frowned.

He ran to the corner and didn't want to be disturbed. This person was annoying enough.

When He Jiyao was about to get up and change the place, the man spoke, "He Sheng, are you interested in chatting?"

Authentic Cantonese.

The hairs on He Jiyao's back stood up, and he felt an inexplicable danger on this man.

"He Sheng, don't be nervous. I have no malicious intentions and have brought you good news."

The man laughed, reached out and lit a cigarette, and handed the cigarette box to He Jiyao, "He Sheng, let's eat cigarettes!"

He Jiyao looked at his eyes and slowly reached out to touch a cigarette. The lighter in the man's hand came over and lit it with a snap.

He Jiyao took this opportunity to see the man's face clearly, with wide nose and big eyes, and a very typical appearance of a man from Guangdong and Guangxi.

"He Sheng, let me introduce myself. Xiao’s surname is Chen. By the way, I know your old friend too."

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number, "Huang Sheng, I have met He Sheng, but He Sheng is very alert and doesn't seem to believe me very much. Come and say a few words to him."

As he said that, the phone number was handed to He Jiyao.

He Jiyao raised his phone suspiciously, and the voice of Yongsheng Huang Sheng came from the receiver, "Uncle He, I haven't seen you for several months, where have you gone to make a fortune again?

Let me tell you a good news. The "Huo Yuanjia" invested by your boss has already started. If you have the chance, come to the set to see it! That Chen Sheng is his own person. He may want to ask you something, so don't be suspicious."

Hearing Huang Sheng say this, He Jiyao felt relieved and returned the phone to Chen Sheng, "Chen Sheng, you scared me. I thought the enemy from Hong Kong Island was chasing Sheng Tian and killing me!"

"Ha ha!"

Chen Sheng laughed a few times, his eyes becoming meaningful.

"To be honest, why did I come from this trip?"

He Jiyao was a little surprised.

"My owner asked me to give He Sheng a message and ask He Sheng if he wants to make some money?"

"Everyone wants to make money, but it depends on whether the money is life or not?"

The alertness in He Jiyao's heart was mentioned to the highest level.

"It's very simple. Every Friday, when you come here, you will tell me in detail what you did in the week. I will give you 10,000 Hong Kong dollars, and you can cash, and you can transfer it to your account."

Chen Sheng's voice was low and his eyes were gloomy.

The body that had just been cleaned was covered with sweat again, and He Jiyao had the urge to run away.

The Chen Sheng in front of him must have been in a mess, and he had seen blood. His eyes told himself that if he didn't agree, he would definitely not have a good harvest.

He Jiyao calmed down and said, "Chen Sheng, don't joke with me. Today, I will pay for the purchases here. Who told us that we are all from Hong Kong Island! Don't mention what you said, it's impossible for me to betray my boss."

"Haha, I didn't let you betray your boss! I just asked you to tell me what you did in a week.

He Sheng, your wife is nearly 20 years younger than you! She lives at No. 37 Xiangzhang Road, right?”

"You, what are you going to do?"

He Jiyao instinctively hid backwards, and he wanted to stay away from this murderous bastard.

"I've said it twice, as long as you tell me what you did this week, everything will be OK."
Chapter completed!