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Under the protection of the bodyguards, Su Cheng brought Zhang Qizheng and others back from the New York Stock Exchange smoothly.

Back in the hotel, Su Cheng stood on the balcony and could still clearly see the chaotic scene outside the exchange's gate.

Some people were even fighting in the street, and Su Cheng could even see the angry expressions on their faces.

He estimated that this situation was because some people, at the urging of their friends, had bought the stocks of those oil companies.

As a result, the stocks they bought were at their peak, and the stock price had already plummeted.

In this situation, they would naturally start blaming their friends.

And then the fight broke out.

More and more police officers rushed over, and some even brought riot gear.

Riot shields, bulletproof vests, riot forks, riot helmets, etc., showed that they were taking it seriously and preventing an uncontrollable situation from occurring.

Su Cheng sat on the chair on the balcony, watching the lively scene across the street through the solid glass window, completely unaware of any guilt for this Dark Friday that he had triggered.

Because even without his appearance, these stockholders would eventually be harvested like韭菜 by the dealers; Su Cheng had only brought the time forward by a few hours.

Of course, it was also because he had bought a lot of stocks on the market in advance that these 7 oil companies rose ahead of time, which also led to fewer scattered shares on the market than in the other world; therefore, the stock prices of these oil companies soared even higher than in the other world.

The higher they stand, the more miserable they fall.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Su Cheng got up and walked to the door, and through the peephole, he saw that it was Zhang Qizheng, so he opened the door and let him in.

"Boss, I'm here to report the results," Zhang Qizheng said with a smile.

"Okay, come over to the balcony and sit down to talk," Su Cheng said, nodding.

Su Cheng's room was a presidential suite with a bedroom and a living room; the biggest highlight was the large balcony of more than ten square meters, facing Wall Street.

On the balcony, there were two short chairs and a short table for guests to sit here and enjoy the beautiful scenery of Wall Street.

After the two sat down, Zhang Qizheng said, "After an afternoon of trading, we currently hold 14.86% of Intel's stock; and we have also acquired 6.89% of the stock of another company, Namei Entertainment."

"Well, the results are already good; don't rush with these two companies, take your time. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are the weekend, so let everyone rest for two days. I'll take you to Mr. Yang Chaoye's press conference the day after tomorrow," Su Cheng said with a smile.

It is simply impossible to collect so many stocks on the stock market all at once.

The reason why Zhang Qizheng's team was able to acquire so many shares of Intel and Namei Entertainment in such a short period of time was not only because the total stock market value of these two companies was not high, but also because the current stock market was not very good, and there were quite a few people who wanted to sell their stocks; otherwise, they would be able to collect only one or two points a day.

"Okay, there's nothing to do tomorrow anyway, so I have to take a good rest. We'll go to see President Yang's press conference the day after tomorrow. I'm really looking forward to President Yang's press conference. I've also experienced Oracle Computer, and it's definitely a leading technology product for nearly ten years. I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of expressions everyone will have when they learn about this product," Zhang Qizheng said with a smile.

Tomorrow is September 30th, the last day of this month, which also happens to be Saturday.

And Yang Chaoye's press conference was scheduled for Sunday, which is October 1st.

"Tonight, tell everyone not to run around, in case of accidents. Let's eat dinner in the hotel restaurant; we can't guarantee their safety outside," Su Cheng reminded.

The hotel's restaurant is a Western restaurant, and everyone is Chinese, so they actually prefer to eat Chinese food.

But at this time, don't think about Chinese food or Western food; just make do with it and fill your stomach.

"Okay, I'll go and inform them later," Zhang Qizheng nodded.

"Go and inform them now, lest some people become arrogant and want to go out and have fun," Su Cheng said with a smile.

After all, everyone has received a lot of commission today. Although this money will only be paid out when the salary is settled next month, it is considered money in their hands, because Tianyuan Investment Company never delays their wages.

"Okay then, I'll go and inform them now," Zhang Qizheng said, standing up.

Zhang Qizheng went out, while Su Cheng was still watching the lively scene outside.

However, with the addition of riot police, the people at the scene slowly dispersed. As for those troublemakers, some fled, some were arrested, and some had already become shrinking turtles hiding in the crowd.

How boring, there's no more good show to watch.

Su Cheng drank a cup of tea and muttered to himself.

It's a pity there was no gunfight, otherwise it would have been very exciting. This is much more exciting than watching a movie, a live version!

Having experienced events such as the Longjiang Society's siege and being assassinated by assassins hired by the Ye family, Su Cheng was already immune to things like killing.

He would not panic at all if this kind of thing happened in front of him, as long as it did not threaten his safety.

As dinner time approached, the crowd gradually dispersed, and Wall Street returned to normal order.

In the evening, Judy Foster arrived by taxi as scheduled.

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Tonight is her last night in New York. Tomorrow, she will follow her agent sister back to California.

"Anything is fine as long as I'm by your side," Judy Foster replied.

"In that case, let's just eat something in the hotel restaurant," Su Cheng said with a smile.

He didn't plan to go out tonight. He would chat with Judy Foster in the hotel, spend time with her, and get a good rest.

After dinner, the two of them returned to the presidential suite again, sitting on the chairs on the balcony, with Judy Foster leaning against him.

Looking out the window through the glass, the entire Manhattan night scene was in full view.

"Su, I think it was very correct for me to take the path of a singer. Standing on the stage of a concert, facing tens of thousands of audiences, that feeling is incomparable to being an actor, and I don't want to give up being an actor or a singer," Judy Foster said seriously.

"Then stick to your own ideas. No matter what decision you make, I will support you," Su Cheng said with a smile.

In another world, Judy Foster eventually went further and further down the path of an actor, but her identity as a singer ended in the 70s.

"Well, after the company discovered that the song I sang became popular, they not only released a single record for me, but also found professional music producers to write songs for me. In the future, I will also have the opportunity to hold my own concert," Judy Foster said expectantly.

"You are leaving New York tomorrow. Before parting, I have a gift for you," Su Cheng said with a smile to Judy Foster in his arms.

"What gift?" Judy Foster raised her head and looked at Su Cheng.

"I'll write you another song," Su Cheng said with a smile.