Vol 10 Chapter 3120: Mid game

Alvin smiled and nodded. Suddenly, he looked at Qin Luo as if thinking of something, and asked, "By the way, Professor Qin, when will we return to China?"
When?
Qin Luo thought for a while and said, "In two days, when everyone is ready, let's go back together."
Of course, Qin Luo said only one of the reasons. The reason why he chose to stay for two days was to see if Richard Mille could tide over the difficulties.
If he can't make it, can he profit from it!
BBC, as a veteran media company in the United States, has many industries and involves all aspects of society.
If you can get a piece of it, you can make a lot of money.
Of course, Qin Luo did not intend to say this.
For one thing, it doesn't make much sense to say it, but it might also arouse Alvin's disgust.
It's not a big deal, if it makes Alvin upset, it's really not worth the gain.

BBC!
The corners of Richard Mille's mouth raised slightly and a bright smile appeared on his face.
The market is about to close, but the current stock price has been stable at around 78 yuan per share.
Although relative to when the market opened, the decline was still a terrifying 20%.
However, it is gratifying that the price has suddenly stabilized towards the close.
This is a good start!
Someone enters the market to relay, the power of buying is growing, and the power of selling is weakening.
This is a sign of stability!
Thinking of this, the smile on Richard Mille's face expanded.
When the closing price remained at 78.6 yuan per share.
His hanging heart finally fell back into his stomach.
"Beyonce, I think we've gotten through it this time!" Richard Mille said with a smile.
Overcome the difficulties?
maybe.
The corners of Beyoncé's mouth twitched slightly, feeling speechless.
From the bottom of his heart, he didn't want Richard Mille to get through it at all.
Instead, he hopes that the entire BBC will completely collapse within a period of time.
In this way, she can leave the BBC and join NTV as soon as possible.
Do you want to do something?
Suddenly such a thought came into Beyonce's heart.
She felt it was time for her to do something.
You can't let Richard Mille get through it so easily.
Of course, thinking about returning, Beyoncé did not rush to speak out.
He maintained the same brilliant smile on his face as Richard Miller, and said with a smile: "Mr. Richard, you are right, we have passed the storm."
Nodding contentedly, Richard Mille's gaze fell on Chris, the financial director.
"Chris, what's the situation now?" Richard Mille asked.
How's it going?
Chris thought for a while with a faint smile on his face: "Report to Mr. President, if you look at the current situation, the situation has stabilized."
"As long as there is no major problem tomorrow, I think we will be over."
"Just~"
"Just what?"
"We have a little bit of cash on hand," Chris said.
cash?
Hearing these words, Richard Mille's eyes suddenly narrowed.
"How much is left?"
"One billion!" Chris said through gritted teeth.