Age Fubao: Be a group pet in the cannon fodder home

Chapter 987 Buckle the hat

After Qiu He returned to the hotel, Wilson was sitting in the lobby waiting for him.

There was still a smile on the man's face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Qiu, I heard that the loss has already reached 200 million?"

Qiu He was not at all surprised that the manager tipped Wilson off.

"Yeah, but this is just the beginning."

A loss of 200 million is just the beginning?
Wilson finally couldn't maintain his smile, his face darkened.

"I really wonder if you were sent by my deadly enemy. Now everyone is speculating in stocks. The stock market is so hot, but you want to go short."

"I need an explanation."

His anger was like a volcano about to erupt, and his shoulders and arms could be seen trembling slightly.

The servant beside him couldn't help taking a step back.

I was afraid that blood would splash on my body.

Instead, Qiu He took a step forward and looked directly into Wilson's eyes.

"My interpretation is that everything is going to plan."

"When will your plan be effective, and how long will it take to lose money? Now it's only 200 million. Do you have to wait for 300 million or 400 million?"

Qiu He smiled, "You are right, maybe even more."

Wilson took a deep breath, and really had the urge to pull out a gun and kill him.

"You said you would trust me, didn't you? As your friend, you have to rest assured that we are all on the same front."

"I took out a lot of money, and I don't like throwing money into the water for nothing."

Not knowing whether it was because of Qiu He's attitude or what he said, Wilson's anger subsided visibly with the naked eye.

"You're right, I was too impatient."

Wilson let out a long breath and resumed his usual fake smile.

"As friends, our friendship is enough to trust your abilities."

Qiu He remained calm, "How about the reporter and investigation materials I asked you to find before?"

Wilson beckoned, and the assistant stepped forward, holding a brown paper bag in his hand.

Qiu He was about to reach out to catch it, but Wilson withdrew his arm.

"Matisse has done a lot of bad things. If these things are exposed, it may have some effect."

"But are you sure you can make back all our losses?"

Qiu He raised his eyelids and lazily said: "You also know where this place is. The chaos of private life has little impact on Matisse, but we can give him a hat."

"What hat?"

"Then it depends on what is the most deadly among you."

Wilson looked at Qiu He's winning ticket, and his heart moved slightly.

Finally, the information was handed over to Qiu He.

"I will arrange a few reporters to meet with you tonight. Although it is insignificant compared to our loss, it is still a lot of expenses. I hope this money will not be wasted."

Qiu He took the brown paper bag, and slowly opened the seal with his slender fingers.

There was no answer, only a sneer on his face.

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After the charity dinner, Mattis drove home.

His external image is that of an entrepreneur who is keen on doing charity and is very popular.

Public opinion is like this, as long as a sufficient amount of money can be spent, a bright enough banner can be erected.

After returning home, several children of Matisse greeted him.

Mathis affectionately kissed them one by one.

The youngest daughter hands Matisse the mug, which she recently made herself.

It says world's best dad.

Matisse has a timely surprise.

"Dear Peggy, this is truly the most emotional gift I've ever received."

The gentle and generous wife helped her husband take off his coat, and Matisse lay back on the bed after washing.

The silk sheets from the Orient were so smooth and gave Matisse a good night's sleep as usual.

He doesn't need to worry about the ups and downs of the securities market, those are just clowns in front of Matisse.

Not worth mentioning.

The next morning, Mattis was awakened by a noise.

(End of this chapter)