Psychic Tattoo - Chapter 73 The Fate Of The Palm Print

Brother Feng was a competitive person. He became crazy, totally crazy.

He felt that he had become a piece of chicken in her mind, tasteless food to be discarded.

The reason that she treated him like that was related to her going to Dalmore

Dalmore was a huge securities company, a giant of the financial industry. They wanted to have outstanding achievements in the financial industry and would never give up.

You just work at Dalmore.

I can, too.

The next day, he acted like nothing happened. On the surface, he still stayed with her, but in his heart he had a secret rivalry with her.

That day, he went to the stock exchange to open an account and invested all of his money in the stock market.

He wanted to prove he was not just a man who could only sell computers. As long as he put in a little time, he could get success, and he would get ahead in her business too.

However, he did it at just the right time.

At the end of last year, the Chinese stock market entered a mad bull market, and the stock prices shot up like weeds.

The two hundred thousand Yuan he had in the stock market exploded, growing all the time.

Everyone who put their money in the stock market at that time were making massive profits.

His stocks were growing exponentially.

He felt like the second spring of his life came early.

He visited his family and borrowed one hundred thousand Yuan to invest in the stock market. Then he borrowed one million from the bank and put it all into the stock market.

The money grew, and he became increasingly self-confident.

But Liu Qinghua, who had been working in the financial industry, was filled with worries. She was familiar with the Chinese stock market.

The Chinese stock market had never been a place for serious investors. It was just an alternative gambling party where the red-eyed gamblers threw their money.

So, when one million became more than two million, she advised him to quickly get out.

But he had gone mad from those soaring stock prices.

He did not listen to her advice, and like every shareholder who was deeply tied up in the stock market, he became blind and arbitrary. He believed in his technology; believed that he could escape any stock market storm through his wisdom.

It had been said that the Chinese stock market was only a boar cage, strewn with cornmeal and bran powder. Those fat boars were sitting under the cage, waiting to eat the pie that fell from the sky.

However, the cage always fell down eventually, and once down, the boar who stayed there to eat cornmeal would become a dish of Chinese food.

Finally, the cage hanging in the air fell down.

Starting in May of last year, the whole stock market began to experience fluctuations, especially in Black June. Thousands of stocks fell, and the money of the investors quickly disappeared.

Countless investments vanished.

On that day in the end of June, Brother Feng sat in the bedroom in the middle of the night, looking at his mobile phone. Suddenly, his tears flew. It was his own hard-earned money, and the money borrowed from the bank, and the money borrowed from home.