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

Goodman walked out of the building with a proud face.

Compared to his pride, the two fat men next to him had slumped faces.

Along the way, Goodman was proudly bragging about his recent operation, but with a little provocation, he made a lot more money out of thin air.

"Ali, you see what I said is right. This kid has no experience at first glance, and he sold it at a premium when he was excited. After I go back, I will see who else in the company looks down on me."

"Oh, Ali, I told you two, don't be afraid of offending Asa. That guy has lost power now, Batim is in prison, and Adub's whereabouts are unknown now. What can he do as a foreigner? .”

"It's ridiculous that those people really take Asa seriously now. They all deal honestly. It would be stupid not to make money even if they have money."

"Hahahaha, I'm starting to like doing business with Chinese people. They are stupid and have a lot of money!"

Goodman kept chattering all the way, bragging about himself and criticizing the two fat guys for not daring to raise their bets.

He is a petty person, and even now he still remembers that these two people did not give him face and chose to follow them in the transaction, so he picked this moment to keep sarcastic.

The two fat men felt extremely regretful at this moment.

The reason why they didn't dare to follow Goodman to increase their investment was firstly because their status and relationship in the company were not as strong as Goodman's and they were worried about taking responsibility. Secondly, they were worried about Asa.

In any case, this deal was ultimately led by Asa, and God knows what role Asa played behind the scenes.

Different from Goodman's daily debauchery, the two of them are actually working in the company, relying on their ability to reach their current position.

So they know Asa's style far better than Goodman. He is an old businessman who is thoughtful and decisive.

Anyone who slighted Asa paid the price.

If he hadn't had such a character, Asa, a "Kurd" with impure blood, would not have been able to sit in his current position.

But judging from what happened later, other people started to rebel at that time and wanted to sell more, but Asa didn't stop him at all.

This seems to overturn the initial idea that Asa's shadow was behind the transaction.

After all, spending such a large amount of money is a very high-risk matter. With Asa's usual cautious style, this kind of thing will never happen.

So, are we really wrong? We should actually be as strong as Goodman and provoke the Chinese to sell stocks at a premium?

At this moment, they all felt bitter in their hearts.

If they really follow Goodman this time, they will be able to bring far more funds to the company than initially expected. The boss will definitely favor them by then, and it may be an opportunity to make a fortune and take off.

You know, even the total price of the contract Huang Feng negotiated with them was far beyond their imagination.

But in the end, they had no choice but to underestimate the power of Chinese money.

"When did these Chinese people become so rich? They don't have oil. Where did this money come from?"

"Yes, look at that Huang, he is really generous with his money. No wonder Asa wants to help him match up. Maybe he is Asa's sponsor now."

"Oh, Asa is really lucky. I originally thought that without Bartimu and Adub as his backstage, he would definitely have to get out because of his foreign status. But I didn't expect that he would meet the financial sponsor again at this time."

The two fat men started talking to each other to bring the topic to Huang Feng. They didn't want to hear Goodman's crazy sarcasm anymore.