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

Goodman felt like his luck for the day had run out in the morning trade.

I had just sold the stock at a very good price, but it suddenly plummeted and was criticized by my brother-in-law. Now I still have to laugh at the face of this yellow-skinned monkey.

"What? You said this price is unacceptable? Isn't that what you said before?"

Goodman roared into the phone.

Just an hour ago, under Jerry's order, he had no choice but to go to Huang Feng to sell more stocks.

Originally, in his opinion, when Huang Feng heard that he wanted to sell stocks, he should be happy and take the initiative to schedule a time for negotiation.

He had even thought about how he should pose towards Huang Feng when the time came.

However, Huang Feng not only asked one of his subordinates to answer the phone, but also bluntly said that he was busy now and had no time for face-to-face interviews, so he could only talk on the phone.

This made him feel extremely slighted and insulted.

When had Young Master Goodman ever been so angry?

So Goodman immediately quit. If you don't buy it, others will.

Goodman's first reaction after receiving the cold reception was to go to small circles and continue to spread the news about the stock.

Previously, this matter was handled by Assa because they were worried that if too much stock selling information of Kurdish-owned processing companies was released, it would cause a complete panic in the market.

Therefore, others do not know the specific details of the process.

This is the first time that Sheard's stock has entered the shelves of small circles.

It didn't take long for Goodman to get the call he wanted.

Except the call came from his brother-in-law Jerry.

"Goodman, I've told you many times, do whatever I tell you to do, don't make your own decisions!"

"If you continue to have any evil ideas in private, I will let your skin float in the moat tomorrow!"

Although dozens of minutes had passed since the call, Jerry's hysterical roar still seemed to echo in his ears.

Goodman knew that Jerry's patience had reached the extreme limit, and if he continued to be self-righteous, Jerry would regard it as a provocation.

So next, Jerry will really peel off his skin, and literally peel it off.

After all, this is the country of Iraq, a country where as long as you are rich and powerful, you can act without any scruples.

Therefore, even though he was reluctant in every way, Goodman still forced himself to bow to Huang Feng and called again.

But this time, he was told that the other party could not accept the last price. Of course, it was a price without a premium.

Facing Goodman's roar, the other person said slowly:

"Sorry, this price is already much higher than the market. Now the secondary market price is still falling. We can only accept offers that are lower than the secondary market price."

Goodman shouted: "But this is Sheld's stock, the stock of the third best processing plant in Kurdistan. It will definitely appreciate in the future!"

Faced with Goodman's defense, the other party blocked his statement after just one sentence:

"Since you are so optimistic about your Sheard's stock, then continue to hold it. You will definitely be promoted anyway. By the way, we still have some of your stock, how about you take it away too?"

"Now that the stock price has been falling, we cannot accept this kind of stock that will only fall but not rise. I think it should belong to a discerning person like you who can see its true value."

After these words, Goodman immediately lost all his arrogance.

They are short of money now, where will they get the money to take back their stocks?