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  The intense financial war in Southeast Asia has finally come to an end, but its repercussions still linger.

  All the radio stations, newspapers and various small magazines are commenting, speculating and gossiping about this topic. In their eyes, Fengzheng Group's ability to escape disaster is purely a matter of luck. If it weren't for Jin Shouzhi's timely intervention, thanks to a coincidence, they would have been finished by now.

  In a luxurious mansion in Shanghai, an old man sat motionless in his study, not having moved for the entire day. The food on his desk remained untouched, and he couldn't help but feel frustrated. Such meticulous planning, such massive financial backing, yet they had lost, defeated without rhyme or reason.

  Golden finger, golden finger, hateful golden finger, I will chop you into pieces.

  Around sixty, he looked very healthy and energetic. A spark of anger burst out from the old man's eyes, which were surrounded by wrinkles. He suddenly slammed his fist on the table. If it weren't for Jin Shou's interference, Feng Zheng Group would have been his long ago.

  The phone rang, and the old man's angry expression changed, becoming somewhat tense as he quickly answered it. His face took on a few servile smiles, even his laughter became hypocritical.

  "King of mice, you're a great disappointment!" The voice came, in very non-standard Chinese, with a Martian flavor.

  The old man was shocked, his face changed color, and he hastily said: "Police chief, I was wrong, please punish me." But then he continued: "However, please also note that this failure is purely accidental. If it weren't for the appearance of Golden Finger..."

  The voice turned cold: "If it weren't for the appearance of Golden Fingers, I would have thought that we could still live a good life now?"

  "Yes, I was wrong. Please, Captain, give me a chance to redeem myself." Although the other party's tone was cold and biting, the old man still sensed a glimmer of hope, the captain did not intend to kill him.

  "Mouse King, I'm telling you, the boss is already very angry. This is the last chance. Since we can't deal with Feng Zheng head-on, then use the identity of the Iron Blood Team to get things done. Remember, act fast, there's not much time."

  "Yes, yes, I will definitely get this done as soon as possible and achieve our set goals, I won't let Captain Wu down."

  "That's good, you'll live to be a hundred." The voice was cold and carried a warning of murder before the sheriff hung up the phone.

  The old man put down the phone, his last bit of strength was drained from his body, and he collapsed into the chair like a rag doll.

  After a while, the old man sat up, his eyes gleaming with cold light, an expression of sinister intent spreading across his face.

  "Someone's here, call Young Master over!"

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  "Two rare guests, welcome, welcome." Xiao Qiufeng did not expect He Xiangnan and Sima Luo to come to the company to find him.

  Although the four were jokingly referred to as the "Four Great Young Masters of the Southeast", everyone knew their own business, and apart from occasionally causing some trouble together or competing with each other for attention, they actually didn't have much interaction with one another, let alone visit each other.

  Apart from knowing He Xiangnan's Dongping Group, Mayor Sima Luo and Zhao Ruoming who lives in the military camp, Xiao Qiufeng doesn't know much about others. It has to be said that the previous Xiao Qiufeng was absolutely a bumpkin, interacting with these people and really thinking he had found companions.

  Simaruo stepped forward, smiling triumphantly: "Feng Zheng's stock market battle is renowned throughout the southeast, and I, as his big brother, must come to bask in his glory. Adding a few congratulatory words would be the icing on the cake."

  He Xiangnan also smiled and said, "Old Luo is right, this is to add glory to us four young masters. From now on, who dares to say that we are only good at spending money and playing with women? Let the world see the prowess of the Wind Liu young master."

  Xiao Qiufeng's face immediately showed a very embarrassed expression.

  "Two of you, stop flattering me. Although I'm a thick-skinned person, this achievement isn't mine. That day, I was thinking whether it's more comfortable to shoot myself or jump off the building and fly away. Who would have thought that in the end we were fine? The stock soared to the sky and we even made a lot of money. It's truly divine protection, divine protection!"

  The two young masters had their own thoughts in mind, but no one showed it on their faces.

  But today they all came for a purpose, and that is about the Golden Finger matter.

  "Lao San, don't be modest. If it weren't for knowing that person, I reckon no one in the world could have reversed the stock trend and turned defeat into victory. To be honest, I'm really impressed now. We're all brothers, can you introduce me to him?"

  He didn't say anything and just smiled at Nan with a very friendly tone.

  Simaruo didn't hide it either, and smiled: "That kind of person, if I have the chance, I also want to get to know them a bit, and give them some pointers. That would be enough for me to enjoy for the rest of my life."

  Xiao Qiufeng was taken aback and asked in confusion, "What's going on with you two? Why are you being so mysterious? From your tone, it seems like I really do know some big shot. Old Luo, don't say I'm cursing, but several times I wanted to get acquainted with the old man, yet he kept pushing me away and making a fuss."

  "Ah, Old Three, don't be angry. To be honest, in the eyes of adults, we are just a bunch of good-for-nothings. I'm not unwilling to introduce you, but I'm afraid. You have to understand that being brothers is more important. However, rest assured, if there's an opportunity, I'll definitely help."

  Simaruo hastily explained, while He Xiangnan on the side also smiled and said: "Old Three, you misunderstood Sima Luo's meaning, he wanted to see what 'Golden Finger' is like."

  "Golden finger?" Xiao Qiufeng rolled his eyes and chuckled foolishly: "Who would go for a golden finger, but there are plenty of golden necklaces. Look, this thick one on my neck is worth over a million."

  It's unclear whether this Wind Liu fellow is pretending to be foolish or genuinely foolish, leaving both of them in a state of mixed emotions.

  "Old Three, what we're referring to as the Golden Finger is a person, someone who's known as a god in the world of stock trading. On that day when our stocks were at war, he appeared out of nowhere and turned the tide for us, even if it was just a brief moment. Maybe it was just coincidence, but he swooped in to save us."

  "Right, right, we're not outsiders either. Such a good thing, everyone should share it with their brothers! " He Xiangnan's eyes had a burning desire. In the financial world, whoever has golden fingers can have an invincible financial empire. Although this is just a legend, they all believe it.

  Xiao Qiufeng scratched his head, his eyes wide open, and then let out a sigh. "So that's how it is," he said. "I really need to thank him properly. Old Luo, do you know where he lives? I should pay him a visit and show my appreciation. It just so happens that I made a lot of money this time, and I'd be happy to give him a few billion. Best of all would be if I could invite him to be my financial manager."

  Simaruo and He Xiangnan exchanged a glance, shook their heads in dismay, looking at Xiao Qiufeng's foolish appearance, as if he really had no relation to that person. If it were really him, with his billions, he could have looked down on them, yet they still invited him to be the financial manager, how ridiculous! There wasn't a company in the world that could afford to hire this great god.

  They felt like vomiting blood.

  There was nothing interesting to talk about, and the two of them left politely, but Xiao Qiufeng's silly smile on his face became very playful. He knew the purpose of their visit, but the reason was a bit hard to guess. Was it really just curiosity?

  "President, looking for me?" At this time, Leng Feng walked in under the leadership of Secretary Xiaohua.

  Xiao Qiufeng waved his hand and waited for the secretary to leave and close the door before asking Leng Feng to sit down.

  "Sit down, I have something to tell you."

  "Yes, President." Although he had already taken the position of General Manager of the Financial Department and became a hero in the company, Leng Feng did not dare to be proud of himself. Because some things, he knew more clearly than anyone else, he certainly knew about the legend of the Golden Finger, and in his heart, he also vaguely felt that behind this stock market storm, there were secrets unknown to others.

  At the edge of collapse, he was almost frantic, but this president didn't have a single worry line on his face, as if he had everything under control.

  This meant something, and he had a startling realization in his heart, but he would absolutely never say it to anyone.

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