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Chapter 52 Not quite right (seeking collection, recommendation ticket)
After returning to the arranged residence, Zhuang Xin confirmed his stock situation to Wang Dong.

As a result, as soon as the phone was connected, Wang Dong on the opposite side was trembling with excitement.

Finally the call came.

Since the last time, Wang Dong has never dared to bother Zhuang Xin, and dared not tell Zhuang Xin whether to liquidate or buy... The main reason is that Zhuang Xin is too amazing, whatever stocks he buys, any stock will go up.

He wondered if Zhuang Xin had colluded with these companies?
"Master Zhuang, are you planning to liquidate your position this time? The stock you bought has almost doubled in value." Wang Dong asked cautiously.

He used to think that Zhuang Xin was just joking, but now it seems that this is a real boss.

"Well, twice? Forget it, you clear it up for me, and the remaining [-] million will be purchased for Feike Pharmaceutical."

"Okay, don't worry, the money will be sent to you immediately. By the way, Mr. Zhuang, many people in the industry have asked about you recently, and some people have offered you a high price of 8000 million. I just know you. This person just wants to ask you..." Wang Dong said nervously, afraid of offending Zhuang Xin.

"Dinner? I don't have time recently. I have to go to the United States. You help me keep an eye on this stock. It's best to throw it away when it doubles a little bit, and then put the money into my account."

"Alright Young Master Zhuang, I will definitely help you look after him!"

Afterwards, Zhuang Xin hung up the phone.

With some emotion, Wang Dong began to help Zhuang Xin operate. When the money was transferred to Zhuang Xin and bought stocks, he gritted his teeth and took out all his savings, 3000 million, to buy Feike Pharmaceuticals with Zhuang Xin!
This time, if it can be more than doubled, 3000 million will immediately become 6000 million!
His net worth doubled immediately.

"Master Zhuang, Master Zhuang, I hope you are so accurate this time! Otherwise, I will be cold." After Wang Dong bought it, his hands trembled a little. It was the first time for him to play such a big game.

He was about to get up and go out to smoke a cigarette to calm his shock.

I saw a middle-aged man coming over, took his hand, and asked, "How is it, A Dong, have you contacted the little stock god I asked you to contact?"

"Uh..." Wang Dong shook his head: "He didn't agree, I asked."

The middle-aged man was a little disappointed when he heard this.

He has been in the stock market for more than ten years, and he has always claimed to be a top trader in the stock market. But when he learned about the existence of Zhuang Xin and noticed these stocks, he found that he couldn't see through them at all.

"Then... did this little stock god say anything?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I didn't say anything, I just said that I was going to visit the United States, and I don't have time recently."

"Oh? In other words, there is still a chance?"

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, and continued: "You said you saw Xiaogushen writing and drawing in a notebook. Do you remember those things? If you can help me write them, I can give you 1000 million as a reward."

"1000 million?" Wang Dong looked at the middle-aged man in surprise, this is not a small sum.

Just to ask for something like a ghost painting?

"I do remember a little bit, but not much. There are only a few sketches of the trend. If you need it, I can draw it for you."

"The trend of how many pictures?" The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and gritted his teeth: "It's fine, as long as it is drawn by a small stock god, I will buy it, 1000 million, and you will never lose a penny."

"All this?"

Wang Dong was dumbfounded, isn't this guy too rich?
"Okay, wait for me for a while, and I'll get it for you right away."

Half an hour later, according to memory, Wang Dong drew a few pictures and handed them to the middle-aged man.

As a result, the middle-aged man really transferred 1000 million to him.

hiss~
Even Wang Dong didn't expect that this money could be earned so easily.

The middle-aged man held the blueprint in his hand as if he had found a treasure, and ran outside excitedly.

Outside the trading hall, a few old guys stood together. Seeing the middle-aged man coming out, they leaned over: "How about it, Lao Song, what does the little friend say? Would you like to have a meal?"

"Oh, no, Wang Dong said, this little stock god is going to visit America, so he doesn't have time. But... I got a good thing from Wang Dong."

Afterwards, the middle-aged man took out the blueprint, and the old guys scratched their heads when they saw it.

I don't understand, this trend is completely different from what they usually specialize in.

It can even be said that the world is so different. From the perspective of normal people, it may be called scribbles.

"No, Lao Song, look here..." One of the old men pointed to a point: "This point is a stock that my friend picked before? At that time, the trend of this stock had already fallen to the bottom. Logically speaking, It will still fall."

"Yes, no one was optimistic about these stocks at the time, but how did this little friend know that they would bottom out and rebound at that time? Instead of continuing to fall to the bottom?"

The old guys couldn't figure it out either, so they could only look at each other and shake their heads.

"Without a complete trend chart, I really can't see why. I still have to wait until I get in touch with this little friend before I can ask clearly."

The old men sighed helplessly.

It was eventually lengthened by a black Lincoln and picked up.

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Bookmaker, Uptown.

Zhuang Xin was lying on the bed, watching WBC-related events in the United States, and studying past fighters.

Looking at it, I felt a little sleepy, so I lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

In the evening, Zhuang Wanshu came back, woke up Zhuang Xin, and went down to eat.

Zhuang Xin yawned and followed Zhuang Wanshu down.

At the dinner table, Zhuang Wanshu, Zhuang Nannan, and Zhuang Tong were all there.

Zhuang Xin filled a bowl of soup sleepily, and was about to start eating, when Zhuang Tong stood up with a smile, and put a card in front of Zhuang Xin: "My parents have already unfrozen the bank card for me. I made it up for you, hee hee, thank you little brother, if it weren't for you, I would have no money to spend."

But when Zhuang Wanshu saw the card, she was taken aback for a moment: "Isn't this card the one my great-grandfather gave you? Did you lend it to Xiao Tong?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Xin nodded and buried himself in his meal.

Zhuang Tong was fine, like a little pig, he quickly scanned his favorite food.

After eating, Zhuang Xin went back to his room.

Zhuang Ruoxin sat at the dinner table, pinched the bowl in her hand, frowned, and asked, "Do you feel that my little brother seems to be a little different from what we think?"

"What's the difference, big sister, Zhuang Xin is fine." Zhuang Tong slumped on the stool heartlessly and hiccupped.

Zhuang Nannan asked curiously, "Sister, what did you find?"

"It's nothing, it's just... It feels a little different. Logically speaking, the three companies that Zhuang Xin inherited will never provide him with more than 5000 million yuan in funds."

"He sold a piece of land to Nie Han'er for [-] million. Even if he took the money we gave his parents, he would only have [-] million!"

"But... I went to Zhu Zuo before, and he transferred one billion to Zhu Zuo without changing his face... The bank card that my grandfather gave him is with Xiao Tong."

Having said that, Zhuang Nannan was also stunned.

"Xiao Tong, is there still one billion in this card?"

Zhuang Tong muttered and nodded: "Yes, exactly one billion, no more, no less."

(End of this chapter)