The door to the VIP Trading Room upstairs remained locked. People had grown accustomed to it; a "stock god," a man of such talent, was bound to have his own temperament. Regarding Qu Yiheng’s tardiness, everyone had long since ceased to be surprised.
After all, as long as he could lead them to make money, never mind being late—even if Qu Yiheng had set up a bed in the lobby downstairs to sleep, these people would have tiptoed around him, terrified of disturbing his rest.
After the market opened, everyone’s eyes instinctively turned to the Wang Group stock. It had become a habit over these past days. The atmosphere in the exchange remained relaxed, but a moment later, everyone sensed something wrong. Typically, Wang Group’s stock would soar the moment the market opened, but today, it dropped by twenty cents immediately.
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