“Layman’s stock price is 102 US Dollars, an increase by 1.5 US Dollars from the market five minutes ago!”
“Quantum Fund has started to frantically go long, and almost all the empty orders on the market have been swept away!”
“Our pressure has been greatly reduced, which is a good sign!”
There were countless noisy but excited voices. Dugg sat in the middle of the meeting room, leading all the executives of Layman Investment Bank in New York headquarters to closely monitor the stock price.
“Very good.”
Dugg lit a cigar, feeling pleased.
“It seems that Rogers fellow is not too stupid.”
Next to Dugg, another old white man leaned over to light Dugg’s cigar. He continued, “At least Soros is not a n idiot. That alone is enough.”
“However, it can also be seen from this incident that Rogers is already very dissatisfied with our stranglehold over Quantum Fund.”
Dugg exhaled a thick puff of smoke and sneered.
The old white man next to him shrugged and said, “So what? Who is Rogers on Wall Street?”
“If I just want to feel stimulated and numb, I have many choices. The legal ones are cigarettes, cigars, and betel nuts, but do you know why I like cigars?” Dugg turned to look at the old white man and asked.
“Because cigars are more expensive?” The old white man made a joke that he thought was funny.
Shaking his head, Dugg said, “Because I’m the one who’s paying, so I have the final say. If I want cigars, I’ll get cigars. If I want cigarettes, I’ll get cigarettes. These are my choices to make, and mine alone, they can’t tell me what I should choose.”
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