Chen Hanliang had arrived early at the police station the next day at noon, leaving Qin Zhen rather speechless.
For lunch again, it was Chen Hanliang who treated them to a meal, this time at a different restaurant, a Sichuanese cuisine one.
"You saw it right. Just as the market opened today, Qingcheng Beer started to plummet, nearly hitting the limit down. Dragon Horse Logistics also took quite a dive. Chen Feng really is something else! I've even begun to wonder if he knows the top brass at these two companies, but that seems impossible, doesn't it? Dragon Horse Logistics is in Shen City, and Qingcheng Beer is in Sichuan Province."
Chen Hanliang, pointing to the K-line chart on his smartphone, exuded admiration and excitement.
The admiration goes without saying, yesterday Chen Feng and Qin Zhen had just offloaded these two stocks, and today they tanked. Wasn't that miraculous? Bear in mind, they had held on to them for almost two months before this.
