On the third day, at Xingrui Group.
The atmosphere was heavy enough to feel nearly suffocating. Song Haochen's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the large screen displaying the trend of the heavy-position stock he had invested in. The stock price, in which he had originally placed such high hopes, was now plunging like a runaway waterfall.
"How could this be! What on earth is going on?" Song Haochen slammed his hand down on the desk, rattling the documents on it with a rustling sound.
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