The rain outside was heavy as Ling Yuanhang sat at the study desk, holding a cigarette between his fingers, the white smoke especially clear under the dim light.
The computer on the desk was on, displaying the stocks of Lingtian Group covered in red. It was the curve from when the market closed on Friday, at $150.36. After seven months of effort, the stock price of Lingtian Group had finally recovered, even surpassing previous figures, but he knew that once the stock market opened at nine the next day, the curve would plummet straight down, likely even hitting the limit down.
Moon Lake Commercial Circle presented him an unprecedented challenge, and he believed it was no coincidence but rather a human plot.
"Chen Ziqian?" Ling Yuanhang took a drag on the cigarette, the white smoke curling from his lips, enhancing his handsome face with a particularly enchanting allure, his narrow phoenix eyes exceptionally bright in the night, "It seems we need to meet!"
