342: C342 His Name Rose to Fame

C342 His Name Rose to Fame

People in many places were beating gongs and drums to celebrate, and people who were woken up by gongs and drums were first confused and angry, and after knowing the cause of the matter, they took out the firecrackers that had not been set on fire for the New Year and set them on fire.

For a moment, the streets and alleys were filled with gongs and drums, and firecrackers were ringing. It was even livelier than the New Year.

After the celebration, the hearts of the shareholders, who had been on tenterhooks all this time, finally felt relieved. They were ready to take out all the spare money in their pockets and charge into the stock market with all their might.

In the luxury hotel, Kojiro Yamada, Lippi of the Bog Family, Solomon, Goldman, and the other financier from the Financial Eight-Power Allied Forces looked at the newspaper. Each of their faces were darker than the bottom of a pot.

Kojiro Yamada tore the newspaper into pieces like a madman and threw it onto the ground. He roared angrily, "Baka! Baka! Han Qiang this bastard! I'm going to kill him! Kill him!"

Lippi said with a malicious look in his eyes, "I have already reported everything that happened here to my family. Before long, my family's Dark Shadow organization will respond. They will not stop until Han Qiang is dead!"

Financial baron Solomon shook his head bitterly. "This time, I am convinced of my defeat. I only have money left in my hands. He did not have the face to participate in the alliance anymore. Before he left, he gave everyone a word of advice. Han Qiang, this brat, is very strange. He has a very accurate grasp of the future. He and the country under his feet had already formed the momentum of their rise. If things could not be done, then there was no need to use force. Sometimes, it is a wise choice to stop the losses in the stock market in time."

Lippi gritted his teeth and said, "The unlucky turtle, get out of here. This alliance does not welcome you!"

"Goldman, Morgan, and your old friends, what will happen in the future? You can make your own decisions."

Solomon sighed lightly and left the hotel with a lonely look. He stepped onto the road of returning to the country with endless regret and regret. From then on, the infamous financial baron fell into silence and disappeared in the financial world. It was not until a few years later that he came out of the mountain again with an unexpected identity.

Goldman, Morgan and other financial investors thought for a long time, but they were still unwilling to just run away. They changed their flag and joined the alliance of Iguchi Financial Group and Yamada Financial Group.

In order to get back at them, Taro Iguchi immediately called for an emergency meeting with the members of the alliance to discuss how to quickly enter the stock market and ride a windmill to make money.

The scholars and literature departments of the various major academies in the country searched through the ancient books but could not find the source of Han Qiang's words. Furthermore, the fact that he was a novel writer was no longer a secret. Everyone treated this as his original creation. Some universities even prepared to form a research group to study Han Qiang's literary works.

Dashi City, a wood factory district. A middle-aged man with short hair ran back in the morning. He placed the fried dough sticks and soybean milk he had bought on the table and shook the newspaper in his hand to the little girl with a ponytail. "Yingying, you have to study hard in the future. When you grow up, you will be as outstanding as Han Qiang."

The little girl called Yingying looked to be eleven or twelve years old. When she heard Han Qiang's name, she reached out and grabbed the newspaper from her father's hand. She quickly opened it and read it. The strange look in her eyes became more and more intense. He muttered in a low voice: "Strange, this sentence seems to have been read in some magazine before..."

The middle-aged man rubbed her little head in annoyance. "Stop putting on an act. This sentence must have been original by Director Han. You have to be like what he said, cherish time and study hard!"

Yingying snorted lightly, "I don't know who it is. In the future, I'll be very picky about him and won't be interested in anything."

The middle-aged man said with concern, "What is the baby girl muttering about? Could it be that she's suffering from hysterical disorder again? "

Yingying thought about the days when she was sent to the mental hospital for treatment. Her little head was shaking like a rattle drum, "No, no ~ Dad, quickly get me some white pond. The soy milk will be cold in a while ~"

The middle-aged man said worriedly, "Ever since you fell down from the ice skating half a year ago, your mental state hasn't been good. If you feel that something is wrong with your body, you have to quickly take medicine."

"Dad is so annoying. I already said that I'm not sick." Yingying muttered unhappily.

"Your mom and I only have you as a precious girl. It's good that you're not sick ~ As long as you're not sick ~"

The middle-aged man kept nagging and turned around to get the sugar can.

Yingying looked at the high-spirited Han Qiang in the newspaper and sighed, "I didn't think that you in this world would live like you always wanted to be..."

At 8 AM in the morning, a long line of people lined up in front of the bank in Magic City. The people in the queue were talking about the exciting showdown in the stock market in this short period of time. Speaking of which, Han Qiang angrily slashed the financial baron. Everyone was beaming with joy when they captured Taro Iguchi alive and killed the ten million billionaire in Financial Eight-Power Allied Forces.

The shareholder, Old Zhang, said emotionally, "If it wasn't for Stock God investing in the National Angel Fund and sending staff to persuade me to leave the roof, I would have died a long time ago. How could I have waited until now to earn hundreds of thousands?"

The shareholder behind him sighed, "Old Li next door isn't that lucky. He lost money because of the stock market. He couldn't take it anymore, so he hid in his room and committed suicide. However, Stock God's staff knew the news and came forward to help take care of the aftermath. He even gave them a pension according to the rules and helped the orphan and widow get through the difficult times."

Old Zhang smiled and said, "It's said that Old Li's shares were all thanks to Stock God. Now, they have already returned to their capital. We have also earned tens of thousands of yuan. In the future, we will really be like what Stock God said. Control the risk of investing well. When you encounter setbacks, don't go too far. As long as one doesn't die, everything has a chance to turn the tables. If you die, everything will be over! "

...

Such a scene was happening in every corner of the Magic City in front of the big banks.

Han Qiang, who had turned the tide, had become the idol of all shareholders. He had become a hero in the hearts of all the people in the country. Everything related to him had received unprecedented support.0

The most affected was his novel, The Great Emperor of parkour, which became the most popular treasure in the market. A book that was only worth a few dozen dollars was even sold for over a hundred dollars.

The number of people requesting for more print and pressing for subsequent manuscripts had almost blown up Treasure Island Publishing Firm.

An editor ran into the General Editor's Office and said excitedly, "Chief Editor, we have received a million orders to increase the print. There are countless calls for more drafts. Hurry up and think of a way to contact the author!"

The chief editor shook his head gloomily. "Stock God's fingers are worth trillions of dollars. How could he waste time writing a book? This book is probably going to be a eunuch."

The female editor revealed a disappointed expression when she heard that. "Stock God's book is so interesting. It's such a pity that he's going to be a eunuch..."

Before she finished speaking, a fat editor ran in with sweat all over his head. He waved the envelope in his hand excitedly, "Chief Editor, the latest submission from the Emperor of parkour is here!"

The chief editor stood up with a whoosh. His excited voice was somewhat trembling, "As expected of Stock God. Everything starts from the beginning to the end. Quickly arrange for someone to print it and send it to the market at the first possible moment!"

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