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

Jerry felt even more irritable when he thought of this.

He threw Goodman's hand away in dissatisfaction and said angrily:

"What are you yelling about? Is it you or me who makes the decision here? I know exactly what to do."

After Jerry said this, he immediately called the market making team:

"Pull the price for me, pull the price hard, even if all the bullets are used up, the price will go up!"

Now, he has no way out.

Even if he guesses that he is likely to be targeted, he can only follow the opponent's constant pull.

Because if he doesn't buy and pull up the stock, once the downward trend channel is formed again, Sheard's stock will really become useless paper, or even become a dead vote.

By then, not to mention the funds to maintain the company's operations, all the money to repay the loan will be gone.

If it really got to that point, the entire company would no longer be about money, and he, Goodman, and his whole family would all have to go to jail.

He would never allow such a thing to happen.

After Jerry finished all this, just like Goodman, his eyes were fixed on the screen.

Under the operation of the market-making team, the stock price, which had been falling all the way, finally stopped falling and began to rise slowly.

In this process, the stock price has gone through several twists and turns, but fortunately the decline has gradually subsided. Although the price is still lower than the original price, it is still much better than the stock price pattern that just seemed to be on a cliff.

“The price is back, the price is back!”

Goodman looked at the gradually rising stock price and couldn't help mumbling to himself.

Jerry's eyes were also full of joy.

"Thankfully we had enough bullets, and we won in the end."

"Now, it's time to counterattack!"

Jerry thought of this and called the market making team again.

But as soon as he was halfway through his words, the originally overflowing smile immediately solidified on his face.

"What, all the funds I just transferred to your account have been used up, and you have no money to continue the offer?"

"What's the use of maintaining the stock price at this level now? The stock price is still much lower than before, so what on earth were you doing just now?!"

"Am I giving you so much money to control the price at a lower level than before? I'm telling you to pull the price, pull the price!"

Jerry's roar echoed through the office.

He was really panicking now.

He had originally intended to use the money he had just raised to fill the hole in the company, but he did not expect that not only was the money gone, but his company's stock price fell again.

The company's capital hole, which was only barely possible to be filled, began to expand further due to the decline in stock prices.

And now they are helpless.

"No, we can't continue like this. We have to get some more money to fix the holes."

"We still have to sell stocks!"

Jerry looked at the dazzling red numbers on the screen and muttered to himself.

Goodman on the side had already lost his mind.

The funds that you worked so hard to raise are just gone?

It was originally agreed that he would use this money to become the hero who saves the company?

Why did everything end so quickly?

Goodman was completely stunned at the moment, and it wasn't until Jerry grabbed him by the collar and shook him that he woke up again.

"Goodman, you can't do this anymore. You quickly continue to look for that Huang and ask him if he wants more stocks. How much he wants, we will sell him for how much!"