Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Seeing that Mr. Zheng still had doubts, Chen Ming continued to lobby: "We can work together to suppress the stock price, and take control of He's before He Shanting can react."

Although He's stock price is high, it is not high compared to the actual value. It can even be said to be undervalued. Probably because He Shanting is too confident and feels that no one dares to attack He's in the stock market. The amount of funds needed is not a small number.

Obtaining the absolute control of He's, that is, 50% of He's shares, even if the two companies have to leverage their respective company shares to obtain sufficient funds, the risks behind it are self-evident.

However, Mr. Zheng finally nodded under the temptation of interests.

He's stock price fell sharply at the opening of the market on Monday, and TC Group began to raise its cards for the first time after five days of sideways trading.

The stock exchange stipulates that institutions or individuals must raise their placards if they purchase 5% of stocks through the secondary market. This is usually seen as a positive, but it may also be a signal of hostile takeovers.

TC obviously didn't come here with a friendly attitude because of the gap between the Thai development project and He Shanting. Assistant Fang was very anxious about this.

Despite the control of public opinion, rumors of He’s being attacked still appeared in the market. Considering the see-saw of the takeover battle and the risk of suspension of trading, many vacillating minority shareholders rushed to sell their shares.

He's stock price has dropped to the lowest point in five years. This will only speed up the acquisition of shares by the other party. I am afraid that the second bid is not far away.

But He Shanting was still sitting on the hospital bed. Assistant Fang didn't understand what his boss was thinking, and was so anxious that his mouth was blistered.

In the morning Song Zui used to go to school from the hospital. Feng Siwen set up a stall at the corner of the gate early in the morning. He walked over curiously and asked, "Aren't you afraid that the city management will take your stall?"

Feng Siwen's business was slowly getting on the right track, and he paid back the rent with interest. He confiscated the interest and only charged the rent.

Feng Siwen said timidly.

"I inquired about their team building today."

Feng Siwen's ability to gossip has always been good. Song Zui's eyes were on the desserts on the stall. In addition to western desserts, there were custard buns and the like, which smelled delicious.

Although he said that he ate breakfast, Feng Siwen couldn't stand being too enthusiastic, so the fortress gave him a bag full of desserts, so he had no choice but to carry the paper bag to the classroom.

He couldn't finish so many desserts and was afraid of wasting them, so he distributed them to the students around him. A girl ate tiramisu and smiled shyly: "It's delicious."

"It's sold at the gate of the school."

By the way, Song Zui helped Feng Siwen advertise, and he also ate a custard bun. He was about to go back to the hospital after class in the afternoon, but the girl tugged at the corner of his clothes to remind him: "There is a competition in the hospital."

Seeing the young man's dazed expression, Wu Zhen knew that the class meeting must have been distracted again. He explained first: "That idiot Yin Zihan spent all the class fees. If someone in our class wins an award, not only will there be individual rewards, but also a class fee subsidy."

Song Zui understood.

Yin Zihan's excellence as a monitor lies in his ability to spend money. Other classes have dinners in small restaurants around the school, but Yin Zihan wants to go to a high-end restaurant. It would be outrageous to spend all the class fees that were already in surplus.

Under everyone's earnest eyes, he had no choice but to walk to the competition venue, and the crowd was shocked when he arrived at the venue.

As we all know, there are not many people participating in the small competition in the courtyard. A class with ten students is already an active class, but everyone from their class has come!

It is no exaggeration to say that the floor of the auditorium was shaken when they entered the auditorium, and the people in the second class all showed their eyes, but only they knew that the competition was to earn class fees.

Song Zui found his seat and sat down, because the style of the competition held in the courtyard was extremely simple and casual. Each question took 15 minutes, and if it was not solved, it would be eliminated.

He didn't take this competition seriously at first, but when the competition lasted for an hour and all the students in the class were gone, he suddenly realized the seriousness of the gaffe, restrained his contempt and carefully calculated.

Otherwise, there is no embarrassment left.

Outside the auditorium, Hou Quan was incredulous: "The competition this time is too fierce. The competition in the courtyard is more difficult than the last Yanda competition."

"It's strange that it's not intense."

Wu Zhen pointed to Yin Zihan who looked embarrassed: "This guy missed the competition of the whole department, and the senior grades will also participate. No wonder the second class looks at us like idiots."

"No wonder."

Hou Quan looked in through the stained glass window of the auditorium, and all the lower grades had been wiped out, only Song Zui was sitting among the group of senior students with his back straight.

In terms of the speed of handing in questions, Song Zui was not fast, and he was at the end of a group of people, but he was always able to write down the correct answer at the last second.

He watched tremblingly from the window, fearing that the boy's movements in handing in the question would be a second or two too late and he would be eliminated. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the air was stuffy and breathless, and he turned his head to see all the students behind him who were poking around.

The picture of a group of people lying on the glass was a bit scary, people were eliminated one after another, and Song Zui, who was slow, lived up to expectations and sat on a chair.

Two hours passed without knowing it, and there were only five contestants left in the auditorium. Someone couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and said, "Should I be the first?"

"Don't poison the milk."

Hou Quan immediately reprimanded his classmates, but he himself was so nervous that he held his breath, and the sports committee with good eyes aimed at the last question.

This question is a proof question given by the professor of the college. The final question proves to be difficult, but the problem is that I have never studied solid state physics.

The time given for the last question is 10 minutes.

Those who can stay to the end are all bosses, except for Song Zui, who is slow, and the previous questions are calculated in seven or eight minutes. However, after seven or eight minutes, no one has handed in the questions, which is enough to show the difficulty of the finale.

The students behind Hou Quan have already started arguing that if no one proves success, the final score should be the first in the list or should be awarded according to the steps.

"Usually follow the steps."

"I carefully read the rules of this competition. If you can't finish the question, you will be eliminated. It is very likely that you will tie for the first place without scoring at all."

"It's possible!"

Hou Quan pushed his back bottle cap glasses to break the illusion of the students: "The five firsts are impossible."

"why?"

"The leaders of the hospital can't afford the money."

Because it was too reasonable, no one refuted it. Although they looked down on the big dogs of the school, they had to admit that the school was rich, and the school was famous for searching.

However, in the second of their disappointment, the curly-haired boy slowly handed in the answer sheet, and the teacher announced No.1.

It was only at this time that Hou Quan realized that Song Zui was slow in doing the questions. Those who could make the finale could do the previous questions easily, and they were simply too steady!

Looking at the youth who beat the seniors, he couldn't help sighing. If it was still within the imagination to win the first place in the lower grades before, the current Song Zui's strength is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Maybe he will be a genius with a reputation in academic history. .

The students burst into applause for Song Zui. When Song Zui walked out of the auditorium after receiving the award, he almost thought he had won the Nobel Prize.

Yin Zihan nodded and bowed: "Thank you Song, do you want me to carry you to the library?"

Song Zui's eyes twitched when he heard that.

"I'm going to the fucking hospital."

Wu Zhen was taken aback when he heard the words: "Why are you going to the hospital?"

The young man's tone turned gentle towards Wu Zhen.

"The one at home is in the hospital."

Wu Zhen couldn't help asking with concern.

"How long have you been in the hospital?"

"More than half a month."

Song Zui looked a little anxious, and he was still not satisfied after being in the hospital for half a month, making Song Tiantian a left-behind lone cat.

From the outsiders' eyes, his appearance is just worrying. The students' eyes on Song Zui immediately changed. It is definitely not a minor illness to stay in the hospital for more than half a month. What kind of dedication is it for the class competition if the family members are seriously ill? .

Song Zui quickly added: "No problem."

There is nothing wrong with He Shanting's health, but this person has too many problems, but the students looked at him with even more admiration.

After the game, he was forced to receive a lot of fruit flower baskets, all told him to be strong and he would recover from his illness. In the morning, the girl even advised him to cry if he wanted to and not to hold himself back. Wu Zhen was about to say goodbye.

Song Zui: ...

If the hospital doesn't come out again, he will have to smash the hospital, otherwise he may receive a friendly wreath next time.

Song Zui walked to the hospital with an expressionless face, holding an eight-pound fruit flower basket, and he was thinking about how to get He Shanting out of the hospital along the way.

He bumped into Dr. Liang by accident. His chassis was stable but nothing happened. Dr. Liang ran two meters away.

Song Zui immediately put down the flower basket to help Dr. Liang up, and apologized embarrassedly: "I'm sorry for bumping into you."

Dr. Liang shook his head and said something for no reason.

"The body is recovering pretty well."

Song Zui's suppressed doubts resurfaced, how did Dr. Liang know that he had a physical problem?Just as he was about to ask again, Dr. Liang had already left.