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

"Child's vindictiveness!?"

Weng Shiyao laughed angrily.

"Just because it's fighting spirit, I have to win the fight! Otherwise, how can I hold my head up and see people in the future!?"

Bai Gong glanced at Weng Shiyao and said calmly: "Prince, I once told you that no one in this world can win forever."

"A truly strong person is not one who wins all the way to the end, but one who can still stand up after losing. And Prince, you are still far from this point. This is why I never delegate power to you."

Weng Shiyao stared at the white gloves and sneered: "When will it be your turn to teach me a lesson? Don't forget your identity. No matter how much my father values ​​you, you are just a servant of my family!"

White Glove's expression remained calm. Obviously, this was not the first time he heard similar words.

"I understand, Prince, I won't talk nonsense next."

Bowing slightly, White Glove took a step back and stood in a further corner of the room.

Obviously, he has no intention of intervening in whether Weng Shiyao lives or dies next.

Without the support of follow-up funds, Weng Shiyao still did not give up resistance.

He tried every means to raise funds and even sold several properties under his name.

But this money usually looks like a lot of money at first glance, but when it comes to the stock market, which can easily reach hundreds of millions, it doesn't even make a splash.

"You bastard, that beast Li Jin definitely did it on purpose!"

A week later, Weng Shiyao, who was staring at the screen with blood-red eyes, cursed and roared like a demon.

"Every time when I was about to give up, he would delay the attack to let me take a breather, but when I found some more money to put in, he would swallow it immediately."

"He is using a slow knife to cut off my flesh piece by piece! He definitely did it on purpose!"

Compared with being trampled to death in an instant, the most painful thing is what Weng Shiyao now realizes, this process of slowly playing with you like a cat and a mouse, leading you to the abyss in despair again and again.

In the past week, Weng Shiyao had lost more than ten kilograms, and his mental state was almost on the verge of collapse.

"Prince, why don't you give up? After a week of continuous lowering, our stock price has only 30% of the market value of a week ago. If this continues, we will be delisted."

One trader said boldly.

Weng Shiyao turned his head suddenly, stared at the trader coldly, grabbed the cup at hand and hit him hard on the head.

The trader screamed and fell to the ground holding his bleeding head.

"It's all the useless losers like you that made me lose so miserably!"

Weng Shiyao roared angrily.

After this battle, he could almost imagine that he had become the laughing stock of countless people and was regarded as an idiot.

This kind of grief, anger and humiliation is absolutely intolerable to Weng Shiyao, who has always been proud and arrogant.

He can lose, but he must not lose to Li Jin.

This thought almost became his inner demon.

Looking at Weng Shiyao who looked like a madman, the already dull room became even more silent, and no one dared to speak easily.

Breathing heavily, Weng Shiyao sat down on the sofa. He gritted his teeth and said: "I also have a courtyard house in Yanjing. I can sell it for more than 10 million at least. If you sell it, contact me immediately. If you sell it, it can be cheaper, but the requirement is to get the money immediately!”

"Now it doesn't matter even if I sell all the property in my name. As long as my father comes back, I can get it all back. I will still be the crown prince of the Chenghai family! No one dares to underestimate me!"

Just when Weng Shiyao was about to contact someone to sell off his property again, there was a knock on the door.

Opening the door, Meng Yehe was standing outside.

"What are you doing here?"

Weng Shiyao stared at Meng Yehe coldly and said.

With a slight smile, Meng Yehe said: "Prince, have you forgotten? Today is the deadline of one week. I am here to recover the 10 billion arrears."

Weng Shiyao was stunned for a moment, then waved his hands extremely impatiently and said: "Get away, I'm in a bad mood now, don't make me hit anyone, can't you see my current situation? Where did I get the money to give you, wait for me I will give you money when dad comes back."

With that said, Weng Shiyao was about to close the door.

But Meng Yehe raised his hand and blocked the door from closing.

Facing Weng Shiyao's gloomy gaze, Meng Yehe smiled and said, "Prince, we signed a contract in black and white."

"10 billion yuan of funds will be lent to you for free for a week. If you are unable to repay the 10 billion yuan principal when the time comes, then the three listed companies under your name will be liquidated."

At this time, Weng Shiyao finally understood that Meng Yehe came to visit and really came to collect debts.

"What do you mean!?"

Weng Shiyao stared at Meng Yehe coldly and said ferociously: "Are you afraid that I can't pay you back!?"

"Of course not." Meng Yehe shook his head.

"The prince is backed by the Chenghai Clan, and your father is one of the biggest names in the domestic financial sector. How can you not afford to repay the 10 billion?"

"It's good to know!"

Weng Shiyao sneered and said, "Get out of here if you know it!"

"Prince."

Meng Yehe took out the loan contract and said calmly: "Today, either I will leave with the money, or I will leave with the equity transfer agreements of three listed companies. It is impossible to go back empty-handed."

"How dare you!"

The humiliation and anger that had lasted for a week completely exploded at this moment.

Weng Shiyao pointed at Meng Yehe's nose and cursed: "How fucking brave do you have? You are just Xu Heng's dog! Even Xu Heng doesn't dare to talk to me like this, who do you think you are?"

"I'm standing here today. I want money or a transfer agreement. It's just a dream. What can you do to me!?"

Seeing the furious and confident Weng Shiyao in front of him, Meng Yehe shook his head slightly and sighed: "Then there is really nothing we can do."

As he spoke, Meng Yehe turned slightly to the side and moved out of the way behind him.

Behind him, Li Jin walked over with an impatient Huo Huanyu and a calm Liu Jun.

Seeing this scene, Weng Shiyao opened his mouth wide and couldn't understand what was going on.

"It seems that the prince is deeply in debt and short of money."

Li Jin took the initiative and said with a smile on his face.

As he said that, Li Jin turned to look at Meng Yehe and said: "Master Meng, after all, the prince is still a prince from the Chenghai family. It is definitely impossible not to pay back the money. How about this, I will pay out the 10 billion, and transfer this debt to me. how?"

Meng Yehe chuckled lightly, glanced at Weng Shiyao, who was dumbfounded, and said, "Of course that's good. I just need to get my principal back. The prince has a rich background and a noble status. I'm just a dog. How can I dare to ask for a debt from the prince?"

I saw Meng Yehe singing with Li Jin with my own eyes.

Meng Yehe also handed the loan contract to Li Jin. Weng Shiyao felt a rush of blood rushing to his brain. He roared: "Grass and mud horse, are you plotting against me!?"

Meng Yehe glanced at Weng Shiyao and said calmly: "Prince, you may not know very well, but the biggest characteristic of a dog is... it can bite people."