Evan Palmer only saw a sea of red and almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
He took out his phone and looked at it carefully.
His hand trembled, and the phone clattered to the ground, the screen shattering on impact.
The stocks of Carter Automotive had hit the limit down at the start of trading, how could it have changed in just a little over an hour.
His secretary saw it and was dumbfounded, stuttering.
"Carter Automotive's stock has hit the limit up?"
Old Master snorted coldly and cast a cold glance at the secretary behind Evan Palmer.
"Evan Palmer, your secretary is too muddle-headed.
Such an important matter as the company's stock price and he gets it wrong, why keep him, just fire him straight away."
His tone was not one of discussion, but a direct order.
Evan Palmer wanted to help and say a few words, but that icy look from Old Master swept over again, and Evan could only grit his teeth and said to the secretary,
