Hong Kong Yuen Long, vegetable market—

As a relatively slow economic development in Hong Kong, Yuen Long's feedback on Hong Kong's real estate and finance has always been the most accurate and pragmatic.

As a vegetable market where stock trading is rampant, it is the best reflection of Yuen Long's financial fluctuations.

At this moment, a large group of teachers and nurses who had nothing to do after buying vegetables were talking in the vegetable market.

"I heard that no, the real estate prices may drop now?"

"Why did it drop?"

"Have you heard of it? That super tycoon Song Zhichao is now sucking real estate on the market, and buying out all the houses and land!"

"He also bought it at such a high price?"

"What should I do if I don't buy it? Are you watching the market collapse? He is the living Bodhisattva that everyone calls me, so of course he wants to save the market!"

Many teachers nodded frequently, yes, Song Zhichao has a very good reputation outside and will never sit idly by.

"In my opinion, this time, Mr. Song spent so much money to buy so many land and houses, and the price would be lowered and sold at that time. In this way, the prices in the Hong Kong real estate market will plummet!" said a fat teacher confidently.

Others: "No, wouldn't that be a big loss?"

"Yes, who would be so stupid when you buy it at a high price or sell it at a low price?"

"It's okay if you're not stupid, otherwise how can you solve the crisis in front of you?" The fat teacher gave everyone a white look, "So you are all women, with long hair and short knowledge. Mr. Song's move is called cutting flesh and feeding eagles, or scraping bones to heal the wounds!"

"Oh, Mr. Song is so great!"

"Yes, I started to admire him!"

"Will you lose a property worth hundreds of billions of dollars, or even hundreds of billions of dollars?"

"It's so tragic!"

"Do we want to help?"

"How to help? It would be nice if you guys who are forgetful of your interests and don't pull your back!" The fat teacher's wife looked at everyone with contempt and said, "Don't tell me that you were not planning to sell the real estate you were at hand to Mr. Song at a high price?"

"Ahem, we thought about it, but..."

“We all have consciences, too.”

"You can't help the evildoer!"

"Yes! Yes! By the way, I still have something to do at home, so I'll go back quickly!"

"So too!"

These teachers and nurses hurriedly left the vegetable market as if they had agreed collectively.

For them, they don’t care whether the real estate collapses or not, and they don’t care whether the financial collapses or not. As for helping the evildoer... Haha, they are just women, just women with long hair and short knowledge. How can they know so much justice? They only know that they have to seek enough money in their lives so that they can retire, marry their sons and buy houses for their grandchildren. So, if you have money but don’t make money, you are the grandson!

Of course, the house at hand has to be dumped at a high price!

Mr. Song, I’m making things difficult for you, swallow them all!

...

If the Hong Kong teachers and petty bourgeoisie have seen the current situation clearly and have to sell the real estate at hand at high prices, then what about those real real estate merchants and real estate tycoons?

What will they do?

...

Kang's Group-

Twenty-eighth floor, conference hall—

Kang Zuyao was biting a big cigar in his mouth, standing in a rebellious manner in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, condescending with his eyes full of hostility overlooking everything that was small outside.

At this moment, he felt like a giant, with all the ants under his feet, and even the skyscrapers that were soaring into the sky were in his eyes, and he could only hold the tall buildings.

Behind -

More than 30 real estate tycoons in Hong Kong gathered together, sitting at both sides of the conference table, discussing the situation in front of each other.

"I heard that Song Zhichao was sucking real estate sold in the market at a high price. I also listened to this - it is said that he can eat the prices in the market!"

"He has a very big appetite, and he is not afraid of being overwhelmed with eating so much?"

"What's this? I heard that he has prepared hundreds of billions of funds to absorb the real estate we have sold out."

"Then let him absorb it, and we will be happy to make a fortune. The price has risen by 20% anyway!"

A large group of real estate developers burst into laughter.

In their opinion, Song Zhichao seemed smart, but in fact he was extremely stupid - he wanted to save the market with his own strength, so he would be stupid!

"To be honest, I can guess it now with my butt when I think about it. Then Song Zhichao must have been a suicide-style rescue method - after buying it at a high price, then throwing it out at a low price, forcibly suppressing the housing prices."

"Yes, I guessed this trick a long time ago. It depends on how big his belly is and how many markets he can swallow!"

"No matter how powerful you are, you have more real estate controls than others of us? I'm afraid you'll be able to hold him to death!"

"Hahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter again.

As the future heir of Kang's Group, Kang Yonglian also listened happily to everyone's discussions, raised his legs and smoked, saying, "You are right. Song Zhichao is really hard to make a fortune now! Not to mention anything else, the real estate resources controlled by our Kang's Group are almost tens of billions. In addition, the ones in your hands, even if Song Zhichao has a 10 billion yuan in his family, this time, he will be wasted all this time!"

Everyone laughed again, and some even echoed: "Mr. Kang's move is so sharp. Big snake beats three inches. This time, even if Song Zhichao wants to turn into a dragon and ascend to heaven, he will still kill him in the haystack!"

"Yes, who do he thinks he is? It's really Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Buddha of Tathagata? He can save all sentient beings by relying on himself? I think he is seeking death this time!"

"It's not just about seeking death, it's just giving us money to spend! I sold more than half of the property I had, and now I've earned almost 100 million yuan!"

"So too, I made 100 million! Hahaha!"

These real estate developers laughed wildly, as if Song Zhichao was a fool, and this time he was a real sucker.

At this time—

"You all hold on to me!" Kang Zuyao, who was biting a cigar and looking down at the crowd, suddenly turned around and said.

Everyone who was laughing wildly was immediately silent and looked at Kang Zuyao inexplicably.

Kang Zuyao walked over with his eyes burning.

"Do you really think that Song Zhichao is dead this time?"

Everyone was puzzled and didn't understand what Kang Zuyao meant.

"I fought with Song Zhichao several times. This person is as cunning as a fox. Every time he faces him, he must be careful. If he is not careful, he will be doomed!" Kang Zuyao's tone was cold and stern.

"Dad, don't be arrogant and destructive to your ambition. Then Song Zhichao is alone, not a monster, what's so scary?"

"Yes! Yes! He's just one person!"

"Chairman Kang may have thought too much."
Chapter completed!