The paranoid wind controller always wants to tease me

"Nebula," Du Jia snorted contemptuously, "I lost money recently, are you still happy?"

Immediately, the side was surrounded by a melon-eating crowd watching the excitement - Nebula and Du's Group, they have been facing each other recently.

The origin is that Nebula shorted Du's stock.

Shorting, in layman's terms, is to drop the stock price.The harder the fall, the more Dushi loses, and the more Nebula earns.

But if the stock does not fall but rises, Nebula will lose everything and Dushi will be rich.

It's a good thing that Nebula is not short, Du's stock has been half-dead.

As soon as the short-selling news came out, Du's stock and related derivatives of Du's industry, on the contrary, rose like bamboo blossoms, rising uncharacteristically.

As a result, Du made a lot of money, while Nebula's position, after risk hedging, still lost nearly 20%-this was a Waterloo-like failure for Nebula, who started out in finance.

This is also the reason why Su Qiyun asked Tao Zi to go to Xinjiang in person and make himself an African.

He was verifying whether his short-selling logic was wrong, or whether there was some shady trick in it.

The other side is still cursing: "Dare to be short of me... lift a rock and smash your own feet!"

Su Qiyun glanced at Du Jia lightly, smiled coldly, and turned to leave.

"Don't go! You fucking want to run?"

Du Jia raised his hand to grab his shoulder, but was thrown back by Tao Zijian's arm: "Mr. Du, you're drunk, you're a gangster at the wine table, and we don't have to argue with you. But you can stop here, just take care of yourself. "

Du Jia's father, Du Ming, hid in the crowd, watching his son arrogantly finding fault, and rarely said a word.

His son's words were harsh, but Nebula's prestige deserved to be frustrated.

What's more, with such a commotion, maybe as soon as the news comes out, the market will open tomorrow, and there will be another surge.

Du Jia didn't catch anyone, so he vented his anger on the little secretary next to him. His gangster was well-known in the circle, and the people around him didn't say anything, and didn't even persuade him.

He pushed hard, and Secretary Zhu was thrown a few meters away, and was caught off guard and bumped into a side table.

Su Qiyun got close, so he gave him a hand, so the little girl didn't fall all over the place.

"Are you okay?" Su Qiyun asked calmly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Du drank too much." The secretary apologized repeatedly, covering the bloody gash on his arm.

Su Qiyun looked down, and a neat handkerchief happened to be handed over within reach of the secretary.

His hands are extremely beautiful, white and clean, and the wrist bones are as delicate as carvings.

Under the crystal lamp, he looked over gently, with a calm and beautiful feeling.

Secretary Zhu's ears turned red.

"Thank you, thank you..." She was a little flattered, and just raised her hand to pick it up, when she said "What are you hooking up with!" She trembled in fright, and immediately shrank back.

Su Qiyun lowered his eyes and took back the handkerchief.

"...What's wrong with putting it in front of me! Does Huang Yong know? You Nebula executives, engineers! It's different now and kneel down to beg me!"

"Du Jia." Tao Zijian's face suddenly darkened: "Do you really want to talk about Huang Yong?"

Huang Yong used to be Tao Zi's subordinate.

When Du Shi smelled that Nebula was going to be short, he started to think badly, and threatened his mother who had cancer, and then forced something out of Huang Yong's mouth.

"What's the matter?" Du Jia smiled with a slanted mouth, "You Nebula, you can't show your family ugliness? Isn't it just a defection? How do you say that, good birds pick wood to stand on!"

Tao Zi clenched his teeth tightly.

"Why, Mr. Tao is tempted. If you have a cancer mother, I can consider—"

As soon as Tao Zijian raised his fist, someone pressed it down. Su Qiyun glanced at him. He was uncharacteristically indifferent, with terrifyingly sharp eyes.

"What did you just say?" Su Qiyun turned to Du Jia and asked calmly.

"Are you deaf?" Du Jia said indifferently, "I said, if you have a cancer mother—"

Snapped.

Everyone seemed to be whipped by this sound, and the banquet hall was suddenly quiet, which made the slap resound extremely loudly.

Du Jia's face was turned to one side, the corner of his mouth bled instantly, and there was a red palm print on his face.

Su Qiyun stood calmly, his face as cold as ice in deep water.He flicked his right hand, as if trying to shake off something dirty.

"I fucking—"

Du Jia finally came to his senses, raised his arms and threw himself forward. Tao Zi was about to block him, but one of them suddenly stepped forward, and immediately blocked Du Jia's raised wrist, and with a careless push, Du Jia, a 185-foot-tall man, was pushed to the ground. Four or five steps back!

This person's movements were so fast that he could barely see clearly. When he realized it, Du Jia frowned and hugged his arms. His wrist was actually pinched blue and white, and it was sunken in a circle!

Tao Zi was startled: "Mother, how strong is it?!"

Gu Peifeng, who made a move to stop Du Jia, suppressed his anger, and said in a calm voice, "What's the trouble!"

His voice was not loud, but when the people around saw the boss speaking, they fell silent instantly.Su Qiyun was blocked behind him, tilted his head, and didn't even glance at Du Jia.

Du Jia recovered from the pain and turned his head to stare at Gu Peifeng suddenly. Before he could say a word, there was a stern voice from the crowd: "Du Jia!"

"father!"

With someone backing him up, Du Jia pointed at Gu Peifeng and immediately yelled, "He—"

Snapped!

Du Jia was taken aback by the slap, and then looked at his father in shock.

"Damn things."

Du Ming withdrew his hand and said harshly, "Secretary Zhu, the eldest son is drunk, take him away!"

"I do not--"

Du Ming gave him a wink, a few people finally resisted the kicking and beating uncle, and they all abducted out of the banquet hall, still listening to cursing.

Du Ming just turned around, took a quick look at Su Qiyun, quickly suppressed the viciousness in his eyes, and put on a smiley face: "I made everyone laugh, son of a bitch... It's Du who didn't educate himself well, just laughed at him. Gu Shou Feng, I'll drink three more cups with you..."

"Which one of your nerves is wrong? Your father nodded and bowed to others all night to pretend to be grandson, just to make Gu Peifeng of FRCA happy, and turned a blind eye to risk control—you are good, and you are rushing to demolish me. table!"

Du Ming looked at his son who was lying on the bed like a dead pig, and couldn't help but get angry.

Du Jia held the ice pack to reduce the swelling, gritted his teeth and turned his face away, not answering.

"Jiajia, you are indeed wronged today."

Du Ming started to give sweet dates, he approached Du Jia, and kindly patted him on the shoulder, "That man... Nebula's Xu Meili, right? Believe me, Dad, I'll definitely lead someone to investigate clearly, and I'll show you this! "

Du Jia shook off his father's hand.

"Master." His subordinate's voice sounded from outside the door.

"No time!"

"No, young master, we just cleaned up the place and found something very delicate. Secretary Zhu said that it might have been dropped by the young master, so let me bring it up."

Du Jia yelled at the door: "Damn it, you don't have eyesight—"

Du Ming held back his anger: "Send it in."

A dusty pen was held in both hands and brought in.

This pen is really finely made, the body of the pen is full of magical and colorful starry sky, it looks special and tasteful.

"When will I bring a pen with me?!"

Just as Du Jia was about to get angry again, Du Ming took the pen and turned it carefully for a week.

At the bottom of the pen, there are three clear letters—SQY.

Su Qiyun?

Du Ming's eyebrows were deeply locked together.

"Master, Gu Shoufeng, whom you specifically told him to pay attention to, intends to leave, and is now walking through the garden to the south gate, do you want to see him off?"

Du Ming pressed the button on the side of the headset: "Send it. Hold him for a while, just say I'll be there right away."

When Du Ming arrived at the south gate, there was no one around Gu Peifeng who had been surrounded by crowds.

He leaned against the car door with his arms folded, lightly holding a thin cigarette, and lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something.

For some reason, Gu Peifeng suddenly put on a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. When Du Ming walked over, the smoke surrounding him dispersed. Gu Peifeng glanced at Du Ming coldly through the glasses.

The sharp eyes made Du Ming stunned for a moment, and soon he put on a smile again: "Gu Shoufeng, I'm really sorry, Du Mou raised his son improperly, and the dog spoiled your interest today—"

"Revenue data inflated by 75%."

Du Ming stopped walking.

Gu Peifeng smiled and looked at Du Ming: "Exclude loss-making businesses from the income statement through consolidation and splitting to cover up losses; the default risk model is extremely skewed; fraud risk identification fails; related transactions account for more than half—"

Du Ming's smile was a bit stiff: "Gu Shoufeng is young and promising. With you watching, which company dares to be so bold and engage in these fancy little tricks."

"I just had a casual chat with Mr. Du before I left." Gu Peifeng lowered his head and smiled, then leaned over slightly, raised his hand and pressed Du Ming's left shoulder: "You, please don't put it on yourself."

Du Ming's eyes flickered, and he put away his smirk: "Not to mention, your real goal in coming to Moon City this time should be to investigate Nebula—"

"What am I here for, do I need to report to Mr. Du?" Gu Peifeng smiled sarcastically.

He still pressed Du Ming's shoulder and tilted his head lightly. From the eyes of others, this was an ordinary posture for close conversation.

Gu Peifeng glanced at the bodyguard in black standing not far away, and said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Think about where to stand."

Du Ming relaxed his shoulders and said nothing.

Gu Peifeng smiled brightly, and patted him on the shoulder casually: "Okay, Mr. Du, thank you for your hospitality today. We are destined, and we will meet often in the future."

Du Ming smiled stiffly, and casually agreed: "That's that, that's it, see you later."

Gu Peifeng opened the car door, took a long leg, and sat in the cab of Panamera. Du Ming hurriedly stepped forward: "Gu Shoufeng, it's almost twelve o'clock, how about I arrange someone to take you back?"

Gu Peifeng had already pinched his cigarette butt, holding the phone with his right hand, only stretched out his white and broad left hand, and waved it restrainedly.

He lit the ignition skillfully, and the car hummed and roared. Gu Peifeng held the steering wheel with his left hand, and the powerful rhodium-silver coupe turned around beautifully, leaving a silver arc in the night.

Du Ming was still standing where he was, the smile on his face froze little by little until his expression was gloomy.

a few kilometers away.

When he turned eighteen streets and hadn't got rid of the car behind him, Gu Peifeng realized deeply——he was being targeted.

The author has something to say: Overhead world, stocks are not A-share rules, but more closely related to U.S. stocks

You can go short or go long, there is no price limit, and there is a circuit breaker system

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