Exclusive Property: Mr. Mu’s Favorite

On the screen, Muhammad's stock has risen another six percentage points.

It is no wonder that the performance of Xinghuai Town has improved. The official of the North American branch has also issued a statement that Muhammad North America does not have any material exceeding the standard. After no review, there will be no objection and the management rights will be restored.

This kind of good news, each one is proof that Muhammad is about to go out of the trough.

At this time, Mu's stock price is only two-thirds of the previous one, and everyone knows that this price will definitely pick up.

Who wants to earn money?

Small investors, large investors, various funds... have been waiting for this opportunity, and immediately flooded into the market, wanting to get more Muir stock before the stock price rebounds.

The direct consequence of this is that Mu's stock has soared, and then it has become more and more eye-catching. The more money invested, the more the price will be raised...

In this iterative cycle, Muhammad flips a new number almost every few minutes.

Looking at the number of rising numbers, Chen Ziming is more painful than cutting meat.

When he grabbed the phone again, he almost couldn't wait to get in from the phone and flew to the other side to get the money back.

However, just pressing the dial button, the phone flashes and the screen becomes dark.

"Oh shit!"

Chen Ziming finally collapsed and stood up and threw the phone to the ground.

In fact, this time, it’s really not to blame others. It’s his own playing too much to drive the phone to no electricity.

Without paying attention to the cell phone that fell into the ground a few times, Chen Zi rushed downstairs and grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine rack. The cups were too lazy to use, and the lid was placed in the mouth and slammed into the mouth.

Drinking a small half bottle of wine, Chen Ziming raised his hand and threw the bottle out.

"Asshole, all ** bastard!"

bell--

On the coffee table, the phone rings.

Chen Ziming ignored it, but the ringing sound seemed to be no longer ready to give up.

He walked over with anger and grabbed the receiver.

"Is it Mr. Chen Ziming?" the other party asked in English.

"Who are you fucking?" Chen Ziming asked in English.

“I am the manager of Y&L Private Equity Fund, Mr. Smith.”

Upon hearing the words of private equity funds, Chen Ziming was busy grasping the receiver and apologizing to the other party in a low voice.

"I am really sorry, I didn't mean to blame you. I was just a moment... I said the wrong words. I really apologize. When can my money be in place?"

"It is like this. Today is just the time for us to make the accounts, so I am afraid I can't do it today. I will call the first payment on your account before 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"But the contract says that I will pay for it within two days!" Chen Ziming snorted.

"Yeah, the contract is indeed written within two days, but within two working days after the contract takes effect, today is Friday, I will immediately transfer money to you next Monday."

"I don't care, I will get the money now!" Chen Ziming yelled.

The other party is still in a gentle tone. "But my colleague has already gone to work on vacation. I can't see him on Monday. Then we will see you on Monday, Mr. Chen."

Waiting for Chen Ziming to react, the other party has hung up the phone.

"Mom, **** America!" Chen Ziming was so angry that he dropped the phone on the table. "Give me the money early, will you die, bastard... bastard..."