Restart the Flying Age

Things in the financial world are always like a person drinking water, knowing it is warm or cold.

When you are lucky, the scenery is endless, and when you are unlucky, you can’t even drink cold water.

At least this time, Feiyu Investment Bank's Figo is like this.

Although China's economic data this year has stagnated due to resistance to Africa, it is still a hot spot for investment in the world.

However, it was in such a hot land that the flying fish investment bank that had been accumulated over the past few years was completely lost.

Hara pointed to a complete turnaround by pressing a big one this time.

In the end, I never thought about it. Not only did it fail to turn over, but it was also completely eliminated, and there was no chance of a comeback.

All of the short and long orders that Feiyu Investment Bank invested in major financial markets were forced to liquidate.

Not only that, because of increased leverage, even several advantageous projects that the entire investment bank has built on have also been included.

So that it coincides with the Chinese New Year, the outside is lively and lively, but the inside is deserted and deserted.

Figo sits on the executive chair in the office, which is the only piece of furniture, looking back at how high-spirited he was here not long ago, pointing to the situation.

Now, everything is right and wrong.

Even the blond secretary who drove openly in the office with him, quietly left.

The only thing that is gratifying is that Howard, the partner, can always accompany himself to the end...

Thinking of this, Figo suddenly realized that Howard hadn't appeared for two or three hours.

So he shouted a few times without looking back.

However, the voice echoed in the empty floor for a long time, and no one responded.

Until the phone at hand rang, Figo looked at the name of the person who called and answered in surprise: "Howard, where have you been?"

"I'm sorry, Figo, I'm already at the airport."

"What do you mean?" Figo had a bad feeling.

"I thought you understood."

After the phone was hung up, Figo slammed the phone against the glass curtain wall, "You bastard, I know what a shit!"

At this moment, the rhythm of high heels knocking on the ground came from my ears.

At this time, who else will come?

Figo turned around in surprise, and saw his uncle Jason walking towards this side with Panis, surrounded by a group of people.

With a wry smile, Figo owes him even to get up. Has the Queen of Autumn settled so soon?

Jason is still dressed up as the colorful old man, holding Panis, who is now infinitely beautiful, and he walks all the way coquettishly and ruthlessly.

"Figo, the board of directors of the consortium has officially decided that Panis was elected as the core figure of the new generation of heirs in the family. All of you, you must take orders from her."

Panis held his chin proudly, revealing his white neck.

Figo drooped his eyelids and glanced at everyone, "What if I'm not happy?"

In response to this reaction, Jason didn't seem to be surprised at all.

Casually? Figo smiled, it was just a small sum of money, and it was enough to be rich at most.

In other words, ordinary people can get on with the money.

But after all, he is the heir to extravagance, and living that kind of life at first glance is no different from being poor.

However, no one cares what he chooses.

Panis didn’t say anything from beginning to end, only when he was approaching, he held Jason proudly and said: "Uncle Jason, we have to pay a New Year greeting to Hua Xia Wu. I heard that according to the custom of the Hua Xia people, New Year's greetings must be as early as possible."

A group of people came and went like wind, and disappeared in a flash.

Figo raised his head and laughed, Chinese customs?

The Americans used capital to wipe out all over the world, and it has always been simple and rude. When should we consider the customs of the harvested object?

Simply stupid!

Jinling, imperial garden villa.

If it's just young people who eat and drink during the New Year, they will be ruthless and ruthless. Apart from sticking couplets, they won't make big fanfare preparations for the custom of eating food.

But now it's different.

The old man at home is sitting in town, Zhang Huilan supports him, and Aunt Hua cooperates. Whether it is the young man in Villa 2 or Villa 9, everyone has something to do.

This is not, in accordance with the custom of ‘the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, make noodles.’ In Villa No. 9, there is a big steamed bun, but Villa No. 2 is making rice cakes.

It's really embarrassing for them, I don't know where these guys got it.

Of course, most of the time it was Black Egg and Xiao Jiang playing.

As for Wu Tao, he was completely on the sidelines, except for occasionally commanding the last sentence.

Xiao Jiang hit his shoulders and became sore, he couldn't help complaining, "Brother, look at how hardworking my sister-in-law is. If you eat melon seeds like this, don't do anything, won't your heart hurt?"

"No." Wu Tao shook his head, "And you also said that your sister-in-law has done so much and did everything for me. If you have the ability, you should find someone to help you?"

Xiao Jiang couldn't help but the figure of Zhao Fu appeared in his mind. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but shudder. Forget it, it really couldn't be compared.

But the black egg kept silent, just looking at his brother Tao like that, with a smile.

It seemed that Wu Tao felt strangely infiltrating into human beings. It turned out that this was the gaze of a single dog, and it was indeed very powerful.

But he still didn't mean to extend his hand to help, and there was no trace of guilt in his heart.

Because in this house, there are still more lazy guys there, motionless.

Shi Qianxue held a small dustpan of peanuts and peeled it all morning, but the peanuts he got in the bowl were only a handful.

Most of it went into her own belly.

The sweetness of eating even made her have the urge to pair with a glass of wine.

There are many lazy people, but none of them affects An Rong's diligence.

Compared to the pressure and high intensity of work, the manipulation in the kitchen these days has been much easier.

No matter how many dishes, how many processes are refined, she can prepare them in an orderly manner.

Occasionally, some magical effects of overall planning methods are interspersed.

This feeling of being in control made her enjoy it, so she naturally didn't feel tired.

Not to mention ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tonight, my father is coming over for a drink and dinner. As a caring little padded jacket, I have to make a few special dishes.

After Wu Tao had seen enough, he went around the kitchen and said a few fluttering words of condolences, then went to the study room upstairs and found two bottles of Flying Moutai.

He has prepared this wine for a long time.

At this moment, there was a beep on the computer.

It seemed that someone had sent another message, and it was all right. Wu Tao simply sat down and entered the password to see that it was a new message from Ding Tiantian.

Click to open it, and it is a demo of a song: "When You Are Old"

This song Silly Baitian took over for a long time, but it never meant to be recorded on the album.

Now that people can't come back in Yangcheng, they think of the song of tossing.

Click to play, and a gentle singing voice slowly flowed from the computer speakers. It turned out that this is the newly recorded version of Silly Baitian deliberately a cappella...