In the Kiyoe Capital Office in Kyoto.

Zhong Wei was a little stunned when he looked at the orders that were being sold continuously.

What's going on in this?

Are the people in Sakura Country crazy?

They have already hit the limit and are still buying a large scale?

When the daily limit was hit, they were also buying, but now they are hitting the daily limit, and they are still buying? www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

Are they planning to hold Huangxing Paper's stock at all costs? Are they playing so much that they are not afraid of losing money?

Zhong Wei couldn't figure it out, so he could call Su Jiang to confirm.

See if you let the stocks go back to the daily limit after their large purchases, or continue to hold the order.

After the phone is connected.

Su Jiang was also stunned by flax.

The way to play this Sakura Country puppy is a bit sexy!

He quickly took a look at Huangxing Paper Industry.

The transaction volume was found to be amazing.

"Zhong Wei, you will immediately withdraw our selling orders and let them buy at a higher price. We will smash the market tomorrow."

"We are not in a hurry to buy, and we will open directly at the limit to open tomorrow."

Su Jiang said calmly.

He is not in a hurry to play with the daily limit today, so you can go to the daily limit. Since you want to buy it, buy it at the daily limit price, and the price will be higher for you.

Anyway, Su Jiang knows how much the cost of those guys in Sakura Country is. Only when they open higher tomorrow can they make their money pay.

So if you give up today, you will open tomorrow and directly hit the limit.

It can also lock their money.

After Zhong Wei received Su Jiang's order, he directly ordered the order to be withdrawn.

As a result, all traders removed their orders.

Suddenly, the orders at the limit of hundreds of thousands of hands were placed at the limit, but at this moment, there were only tens of thousands left.

Then it quickly became thousands.

Under the purchase of Jiro Nakajima and his fund, the limit down was directly broken.

Then lift it up straight, like a telephone pole, and pull it up directly on the ground.

The daily limit was blocked on the spot.

For a time, Huangxing Paper Industry became a weirdo in the entire stock market.

From the daily limit to the daily limit to the daily limit.

The roller coaster is not that exciting.

Of course, many retail investors with a more sensitive sense of smell also noticed that at this time, institutions are fighting each other. If they take action, the consequence is that they will be accidentally injured.

Therefore, at the daily limit, many people choose to place orders and sell directly.

For such stocks, it is a risk for one day to take one more day. It is enough to have a small amount of money to make money. Don’t touch such dangerous things for the time being. If you even fall a few limit down at that time, you will not even have the chance to get out.

Therefore, many of the orders that Nakajiro bought and placed on the orders were traded by these retail investors.

By the close of the market, Jiro Nakajima and others had already bought nearly 100 million Huangxing Paper.

That night, Jiro Nakajima didn't wake up until after ten o'clock in the evening.

He opened his eyes in a daze and saw that he was actually lying in a hotel.

Somewhat confused: "How could I be here?"

Jiro Nakajima stood up and asked curiously.

The little village sitting next to him taking care of him had already fallen asleep.

He was startled when he heard Jiro Nakajima's voice: "Mr. Nakajima, are you awake?"

"Hmm? Why are you here?" Jiro Nakajima was stunned when he saw Komura Mitsushima.

What did you do? How could you be in a hotel? And what happened to this small village on the island?

Looking at the fatigue, resentful face on Komura, and his messy outfit, Jiro Nakajima felt a little doubtful about his life.

No, was it the one I went to the island with Komura just now?

"Mr. Nakajima, you are sober. You don't know that you have drunk too much white wine just now."

"I told you that this wine is very strong. If you don't believe it, you have to pour it in desperately, and then you fainted from sleep. I have been with you all the time."

Komura has already concealed a lot of things.

For example, Jiro Nakajima was going to dance striptease on the bed just now, but he couldn't stop him.

For example, Jiro Nakajima took off his clothes and stood on the balcony and quarreled at Tatami outside for a long time, treating the tatami as a woman.

For example, after peeing, I picked up a spoonful of food in my hand and drank it in.

The little village went to the island to clean up and block it, making it exhausted.

"Thank you for your hard work, what time is it now?" Jiro Nakajima shook his head, feeling that he had lost his memory and had no idea what had happened just now.

I just feel that the smell in my mouth is a bit weird.

Why does it feel like it is indescribable?

"It's 10:25 in the evening now." Komura Komura took out his cell phone and looked at it, and said to Jiro Nakajima.

At this moment, Jiro Nakajima heard the sound of the person in the next room using the toilet.

He seemed to have thought of what the smell in his mouth was.

"Why is there a smell of urine in my mouth?"

Jiro Nakajima asked curiously.

As he said that, he let out a sigh and felt it.

It's true that the urine smells bad, Jiro Nakajima found it very curious.

"Ahem, Mr. Nakajima, you don't know. In fact, Chinese people also call white wine horse urine. That is to say, after drinking this wine, there will be a scent of urine, especially for the first time you drink it, you will be able to drink it in the future.

Drink it will be fine.”

Where can I say that you just drank your own urine?

He could only think of such an excuse.

After hearing Komura's explanation, Jiro Nakajima nodded and scraped his tongue around his mouth. It felt as Komura said, after drinking this wine, the smell of urine in his mouth.

At this time, Komura's cell phone lit up and there was information.

Komura Uejima picked up his cell phone and took a look.

When Jiro Nakajima saw Komura holding his cell phone, he also thought of his cell phone.

"Hey, it's been so long, I wonder if there is anything happening to our fund?"

"Where is my cell phone? Did anyone call me when I was asleep just now?"

He looked around and looked for his cell phone.

"cell phone?"

"I have been with you until now, and I haven't heard the sound of my phone."

Komura Mitsuji looked at Jiro Nakajima in a daze, his face full of innocent expression.

"It's impossible. I'm carrying this phone with me! And I have a lot of phone calls, so why doesn't there be any sound?"

Jiro Nakajima said in disbelief and lifted up the quilt.

But there was no cell phone under the quilt, so he had to fumble on himself again, but there was still nothing.

Suddenly, Jiro Nakajima felt his stomach churning and wanted to vomit.

I pulled the trash can and was about to vomit in, but I saw the phone inside that was already covered with a lot of vomiting fluid.

"cell phone!"

He quickly took out his cell phone from the trash can.

After wiping the vomit on it, I pressed the screen.

When he found that the screen was closed, he looked around and found that his hands were turned off.

"Who threw this in here and who turned off the machine?"

Jiro Nakajima looked at Mitsujima with some questioning charm.
To be continued...