The world's richest man: I am a stock god

Huang Feng's mutterings fell into Goodman's ears one by one, and the veins on his forehead stood up one by one.

He was enraged.

Every sentence Huang Feng said hit exactly what he cared about most.

After all, the one who knows the dandy best is still the dandy.

Finally, proving that his impulse overcame his reason, Goodman stood up with a cry.

"That's enough! Just trade all the stocks. I can sell all the stocks, but you have to pay a 10% premium as the cost of risk prevention!"

Although Goodman was impulsive, he still retained the last trace of reason.

It is indeed risky to sell all the stocks at the current price, but it is different if it is a 10% premium.

Once Huang Feng is ready to take any action, he can use this premium to hedge risks.

Goodman does not believe that Huang Feng can make the stock fluctuate to the point where a 10% premium cannot be suppressed.

To everyone's surprise, Huang Feng didn't show any embarrassment at all on his face, but said directly:

"Okay, it's okay if you want a premium, but at this price, you can't just sell so many shares. If you want to sell at this price, you have to sell more shares."

After everyone heard Huang Feng's words, their expressions became strange.

It seems that Mr. Huang is really a young man who doesn't know how expensive firewood and rice are.

I have only heard of buying volume to lower the price, but never heard of buying volume to raise the price.

Someone has given you a premium, and you still ask the other party to buy more stocks. Isn't this just taking advantage of someone else?

Of all the people present, Asa was the only one who didn't have the slightest look of ridicule on his face.

Decades of shopping experience told him instinctively that something was wrong.

Although the Mr. Huang in front of him lacks experience, he is definitely not a real victim. This can be seen from the conversation he just had with himself.

So, what does he want to do?

Goodman hesitated when he heard Huang Feng's words.

What Huang Feng said before was correct. He did not have the authority to trade too many stocks. The amount just now was already his limit.

Now Huang Feng wants to increase the pressure, he is a little unsure.

Huang Feng saw his expression in his eyes, so he did not forget to continue Gong Huo at this moment:

"Mr. Goodman, if you are not sure, you can ask Jerry behind you for instructions. Anyway, we all know that you are here to act as a microphone and you cannot make the decision yourself."

"Oh, except for those nasty words you just said."

As soon as Huang Feng said these words, Goodman's last remaining sanity was immediately washed away.

Goodman stood up and roared:

"Don't look down on others. My brother-in-law specifically told me before he came here that as long as there is no problem with the other party's money, I can do anything cheap. Who says I can't make the decision!"

"We can increase the amount, but this amount cannot make us lose control of the factory!"

Huang Feng smiled:

"Okay, anyway, I never thought about actually holding your factory. Why do I need your control? I don't have time to manage it myself."

"But...this fund is an additional expense. I have to ask my family for permission."

Goodman, who had been suppressed just now, jumped up again when he saw Huang Feng's behavior:

"What am I talking about? Isn't this just a young master who needs to ask his family for instructions on everything?"

But when Goodman said this, he completely forgot about how furious he had just been.

Liu Jun and Buckton, who had been standing silently behind Huang Feng, looked at each other at this moment, with a smile on their lips.

Huang Feng has really grown up.