Sha Tin, New Territories, on the road leading to the Kowloon Peninsula, Hong Kong—

It is rare that Liu Luanxiong acted as a driver, driving his long Lincoln sedan that seemed very low-key but was actually very swaggering, and was running in the undersea tunnel.

"To be honest, Chaozi, did you really want to squeeze my lungs just now?" Liu Luanxiong asked Song Zhichao sideways as he started.

Song Zhichao did not answer his words, but asked: "Can you apply for a refund of five million?"

"No, you have to be trustworthy when doing business!" Liu Luanxiong said loudly.

Song Zhichao curled his lips.

He never expected that Liu Luanxiong would be so treacherous. He clearly fired the soul of his trading team, but he actually kept it from himself - all fools know that if a trading team does not have a soul, what else can it do if it does not have a soul of his trading team?

"Ahem, you don't seem very happy." Liu Luanxiong observed his expression and felt that he had indeed played a little too much this time. "Happy, don't I take you to find that guy now? Besides, I've lost face. When I drove him away, I said in person that I would never see him like a bastard in my life, but now... I am the one who has become a bastard."

Song Zhichao breathed: "You are such a big bastard."

Liu Luanxiong laughed, "If you say this, you will know that you are not angry anymore. Tell you, that guy's name is Ouyang Jing, who graduated from Harvard University in the United States. He worked under me for three years and helped me make a lot of money, but he just had a bad temper and didn't know how to give people face - especially not giving me face, so I drove him away!"

Immediately afterwards, Liu Luanxiong told Song Zhichao the story of this guy named "Ouyang Jing".

It turned out that after Ouyang Jing graduated from the United States, he originally wanted to stay and work on Wall Street in the United States, but his father fell seriously ill, which forced him to come back from the United States.

His father was also in bad luck. His son had just graduated and had not earned money to enjoy his happiness. He got seriously ill and was lying in the hospital to die. It is said that he had liver cancer. This disease is not cured, and it takes a lot of money to undergo a transplant. Just at this time, Ouyang Jing heard that Liu Luanxiong was forming a team of stock traders, so he recommended himself and said that he was very good and could help Liu Luanxiong make money. Liu Luanxiong tested him several times and thought it was not bad, so he gave him one million and asked him to save his father, which was equivalent to one million to buy him for three years.

Facts have proved that Liu Luanxiong was doing the right business.

Although Ouyang Jing finally failed to save his father, he only helped his father extend his lifespan by half a year with one million, but it was also considered as doing what a filial son should do. In the next three years, he started working under Liu Luanxiong to help Liu Luanxiong start stock market speculation business. In just three years, he helped Liu Luanxiong earn no less than 30 to 40 million. It can be said that one million received a return rate of 30 to 40 times.

"To be honest, if this kid had a bad temper and his horoscope was not very good with me, I wouldn't have fired him - could he help me make a lot of money!" Liu Luanxiong said, "But what I don't like the most is that if I help me make money, I will show off my face. I, Liu Luanxiong, would never have to blame myself for a few dollars!"

Song Zhichao rolled his eyes at him, "To be honest, was it you who fired him or he fired you?"

Liu Luanxiong: “…”

He glared at Song Zhichao with a fierce look: "Can you leave me some self-esteem?"

Song Zhichao nodded, looking clear, "Oh, I understand."

Liu Luanxiong: “…”

The accelerator suddenly increased under his feet and the car rushed out.

...

Kowloon, Sham Shui Po Commercial District—

This is a relatively dilapidated building. From the outside, there is no sign of any characteristics. However, when Song Zhichao and Liu Luanxiong entered the building, they were immediately stunned.

The first thing that comes into the eyelids is the various training schools on the walls, calligraphy classes, art classes, financial stock futures training classes, and celebrity training classes. It can be said that there are all kinds of messy things, or it can be described as "a hundred flowers blooming", which is even more dense and chaotic than the training schools that sprouted after a rain in later generations.

Finally, the two of them came to the gate with the sign of a tutoring class with the "Three Days to Teach You Stock Trading". Walking into the hall, Song Zhichao and Liu Luanxiong looked around. The first feeling in their hearts was, is this a tutoring class? The place was too narrow, like those rooms at the end of the stone gorge. There was a shabby table at the front desk. Behind the table was a young lady wearing nail polish, with her legs raised and she didn't look at people, and she was blowing her nails on her own. When Song Zhichao asked and asked Ouyang Jing where to teach, she pointed to an old vermilion door and spit out two words: "Inside."

Song Zhichao was about to step in when the woman said again: "Pay the money!"

Do you have to pay when you go in?

Liu Luanxiong said to Song Zhichao with great pride: "You go in first!"

Song Zhichao shook his head secretly. With this bad service attitude, I wonder if this training class can receive students.

But soon, Song Zhichao knew that the suspicion he had just now was simply redundant.

...

Song Zhichao walked into the training classroom, while Liu Luanxiong stayed outside.

For Liu, he is a very face-saving person. Since he has said that he should not meet Ouyang Jing, he will never stick out his face and be slapped in the face.

So Liu Luanxiong went outside to wait. For him, doing so was worthy of Song Zhichao's check of five million, and it was a perfect end to be kind and righteous.

As for Song Zhichao, as soon as he walked into the entire stock trading training class, he found that the situation inside was in sharp contrast with the deserted scene outside. To be precise, the small classroom was filled with people.

Let’s look at those people, there are all kinds of people, young people, they look like workers, white-collar workers, men and women, as well as elderly people, middle-aged people... It can be said that there are all kinds of people, men, women, young people, and all kinds of people, um, there are also aunts carrying vegetables baskets - buying vegetables and listening to classes? It’s too hard to work hard!

Looking at the narrow podium that can only accommodate the next person, there was a man standing at this time, with a medium figure and messy hair. He was wearing a long-sleeved earth-blue shirt with half tucked in his waist and half drooping. He turned his back to Song Zhichao, and he was holding chalk and writing on the mottled blackboard: "What is the real stock trading?"

Looking back, Song Zhichao finally saw the man clearly. He saw that the man looked thin, pale, and was twenty-seven or eight years old, and his whole body exuded a faint gloom.

Putting down the chalk head in his hand, the man - Ouyang Jing, raised his head, then looked at the classroom. His eyes soon discovered Song Zhichao who had just entered, so he made a short stop on Song Zhichao.

For some reason, Song Zhichao felt that his eyes seemed to have a kind of anatomical power, and in an instant, it seemed that he had seen through himself.

The first time, Song Zhichao felt like he was seen through again.

This feeling is very bad.
Chapter completed!