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

After Goodman finished speaking, the two fat men behind him also echoed:

"Goodman is right, this young master is nothing but a yes man!"

"There is no young master who can't make his own decisions when he goes out. He has to ask the family for instructions on everything he does. Isn't he just a messenger?"

As they added fuel to the fire, the expressions of the people around them began to become hesitant.

It seems that Mr. Huang, whom they regard as their savior, really does not have enough say.

Can he really fulfill his promise just now and spend such a large amount of money to buy the stocks of people like himself?

Even though he just agreed to Goodman's request, after he eats up Goodman's stocks, will he still have money left to eat up other people's?

At that time, will I have to ask my family for instructions again and ask for funds, and will the transaction be extended indefinitely?

At this time, an impatient person walked up to Asa and whispered:

"Asa, it's not that I don't believe you. Is this Mr. Huang really reliable?"

"He looks so young. He should be just a member of the family who was sent out to participate in training. Does he really have enough say to decide such a big thing?"

"Asa, we are taking a huge risk by selling stocks secretly. Not to mention the stock price plummeting after the news was leaked, if Ste knows that we did this behind his back, he will definitely take revenge afterwards."

"Yes, there is also Cumberland. He sent someone to find me a few days ago. I listened to you and prevaricated him. If he knew about this, he would inevitably come to trouble us, Rothschild. Virtuous people are not easy to mess with."

As the first person took the lead in complaining, more and more people gradually expressed their concerns.

And now Asa didn't have the murderous intent when he faced Goodman just now. He just listened to the speeches of these representatives quietly with a smile.

After a while, he finally said with a smile:

"Have you finished asking the questions you want to ask?"

The people nearby were stunned.

They originally thought that Asa's reaction was nothing more than being angry or giving an explanation, but why is he like this now?

It's too calm.

"If I were you, I would patiently continue to sit here and watch the show, instead of being influenced by a few idiots here. Otherwise, I would doubt the necessity of continuing to interact with you."

"Just wait and see, this Huang is not that simple."

Everyone nearby looked at each other, wondering why Asa was so sure.

But they thought about it, nodded, and sat back.

At this time, the phone in Asa's pocket rang.

Asa seemed to have expected it, and took out his mobile phone without any pause.

The contact on the other end of the phone was clearly written as Adub.

"Adub, although I don't know why you are sure that someone from China will come to me to buy shares, but now he has indeed appeared. To be honest, he is doing pretty well."

Asa finished typing quickly and sent out the keys.

Then he took a deep breath and looked at Huang Feng, whose expression remained unchanged despite all the provocations.

He is now also very curious about how Huang Feng will respond next, and...

Why is Adub so confident in this Chinese, or...

Why are you so confident in the person behind Mr. Huang?

So can that person really help them come into contact with the crisis, rescue Bartim, and lead the entire Kurds out of the greedy gaze of many forces?