26
Bian Xun had already made some preliminary calculations on his way to the kindergarten.
Currently, Boundless Group's stock price was falling. The company had issued a total of twenty million shares, of which Bian Xun held 55 percent. If Ning Ye could use his card to buy one million shares at the bottom, once Boundless's stock price rebounded—
By simply moving funds from his left hand to his right, he would make a profit of ten billion.
There were no production costs, and no means of production were needed.
Ten billion.
Bian Xun's breathing paused for a brief second, his dark eyes calm and rational.
From ancient times to the present, no capitalist had ever enjoyed such massive profits.
Therefore, donating a mere five million was just a drop in the bucket.
—Of course, this was merely the CEO's personal set of values, not representative of anyone else in the kindergarten.
As the man dropped this incredibly aloof sentence, all the children present formed an O shape with their mouths, looking like a flock of wide-mouthed quails.
At this moment, even the kindergarten teachers were blown away, staring blankly and unable to recover their senses for quite a while.
H-how much?
How much money is he donating??
Amidst the shocked stares, the kindergarten principal was the first to step forward in excitement. He wanted to tightly grasp the man's hand and never let go!
"S-sir, are you CEO Bian of Boundless Group? May I ask if what you said about the donation is true?"
A five million donation! Even if only 20 percent was used to upgrade the kindergarten's facilities, that would still be one million!!
One million!
Bian Xun calmly dodged the principal's excited, aging hands. Without explaining, he lowered his eyes to scan the QR code, held Ning Ye down so she couldn't move, and quickly completed the transfer.
The five million donation was successful.
At that moment, the kindergarten principal almost fell to his knees.
Only then did Bian Xun raise his dark eyes, looking at the shocked faces around him, and slowly let out a breath.
This was the normal reaction under a normal currency system.
This was what donating five million deserved.
Ning Zhitao stared blankly at her bankrupt father who had descended from the sky. Behind her, little Zhang Sijie quietly scurried over, covered her mouth, and whispered, "Taotao, your dad seems very kind."
Ning Zhitao was also dumbfounded.
Daddy was about to run out of money, yet he still donated five million. How was he going to live in the future?
Ning Ye struggled to lift her head from Bian Xun's grip. Looking up from below, she saw the sharp, cold curve from the corner of his lips to his brow. At that moment, she suddenly somewhat believed that he would become a reliable father in the future.
It wasn't just that he hadn't followed the plot's development and hurt the children's hearts.
It was even more so because a traditionally ruthless capitalist would actually make such a contribution to a children's cause.
Was this the change that came with having a daughter??
Ning Ye was actually a little moved.
The kindergarten checked the transfer records of their corporate account. Thrilling words of gratitude echoed through the microphone, and the principal announced on the spot that Bian Xun was awarded the title of Chief Honorary Father of Xialu Kindergarten.
Historically known as the father of all fathers!
Bian Xun: "?"
The CEO, who hadn't even truly become a father yet, received this great honor. He slightly arrogantly adjusted his collar, his expression unfathomable, as he basked in the admiring and envious gazes of the children.
Forking out five million to build the kindergarten was naturally not his original intention.
But if five million could buy their dignity and save her child from embarrassment, then it was worth it.
"That's Ning Zhitao's dad!"
"Ning Zhitao's family donated five million!"
"Dad, can our family donate five million too?" "Shh, shut up."
Strange cries rang out one after another from the children present. Gu Zixun, who had been extremely smug just a moment ago, stared blankly at the family of three in the distance and muttered, "Mom, that's Ning Zhitao's dad."
Xu Lanyi was completely sunk by her son's words, unable to maintain the expression on her face.
How could this be? In the foreseen plot, Bian Xun was supposed to gently take Zixun's hand, and the two wounded souls would finally start walking toward each other.
But now, Bian Xun had actually thrown away a fortune for this mother and daughter. Compared to the panic of the plot deviating from expectations, Xu Lanyi was more worried about something else: did Bian Xun still have feelings for Ning Ye?
Xu Lanyi was an adult woman accustomed to the ins and outs of romance. They had been broken up for six years; if he really still had feelings, what had he been doing all this time?
What's more, Xu Lanyi couldn't understand how a vain, scheming woman who kept a child just to marry into a wealthy family and achieve a leap in social class could possibly win Bian Xun's favor.
Xu Lanyi's thoughts raced, her gaze fixing on Ning Ye. She suddenly had a sharp intuition that there was something between them she didn't know about—something that had created an unbreakable bond, causing this deviation from the plot.
Xu Lanyi stood up. As Bian Xun passed by with the mother and daughter, she said in a low voice, "Bian Xun, if you have any difficulties, I am still willing to help you, to help Boundless get out of its current predicament."
Bian Xun's footsteps paused slightly, and Ning Ye stopped as well. Holding her child's hand, her gaze didn't linger on Xu Lanyi but instead fell on Gu Zixun beside her.
Xu Lanyi's micro-expressions were masterful. Her slightly hunched posture carried a hint of vulnerability as she held her son tightly to her side, her eyes revealing a touch of sorrow.
In fact, her appearing here today was already a very risky move. But all her motives were built on the belief that Bian Xun's appearance today would mark the beginning of their relationship.
Actually, Xu Lanyi didn't reject his illegitimate daughter. She was willing to treat both children as her own, treating them equally and raising them in equally good conditions.
The movie Mother was just testing the waters, conveying her new image to the public while subtly influencing her fan base's emotions. It was meant to make them subconsciously realize that the Best Actress had reached the age where she should have a happy family, providing a buffer before any official announcement.
But the prerequisite for all this to land safely was that she had a highly worthy partner—someone the public would envy and bless after digging deep—rather than a child born out of nowhere with a low-class man.
"The Xu family will stand behind you, not for profit," Xu Lanyi said softly.
She was certain that this was still something Ning Ye could never do.
Bian Xun looked at her and finally spoke, "I hope it would be best if you did it for profit."
Xu Lanyi's expression changed.
The CEO's tone was objective and calm.
"During the term of your endorsement contract with our company, I hope you manage your public relations well and do not bring unnecessary losses to our company."
Xu Lanyi's brow suddenly twitched, and she looked at Ning Ye beside him.
Ning Ye calmly returned her gaze. The matter of the Best Actress's illegitimate child would be exposed sooner or later. She had repeatedly leaked information with the original intention of paving the way for her relationship with the Bian family, but now it was hard to say.
Xu Lanyi wasn't pitiful, but sometimes, Ning Ye felt that her child was a bit pitiful.
The female lead's purpose in doing all this was to put her child under Bian Xun's name. By passing them off as twins with his child, she could completely cover up her most regretted and mistaken decision.
Her child was like a piece of merchandise that couldn't find a suitable display window. Before being slapped with a luxury brand label, he could only remain hidden away in storage, and he didn't even know the reason why.
Xu Lanyi maintained her remaining grace. Just as she was about to say something else, her manager's phone call suddenly came in. Her expression finally changed. Giving Ning Ye one last deep look, she hurriedly left the venue with Gu Zixun.
Ning Ye tightened her grip on the little girl's hand by her side.
Today's events made her fully realize one thing: Bian Xun seemed to be completely self-centered and did not play by the plot's rules at all.
What if Bian Xun could also break through the plot's trajectory?
Then she would treat him as the child's father much more seriously.
Not just the image of a bank card.
As long as he wouldn't treat Taotao and another child as twins like in the original plot, Bian Xun would actually be her most important pillar of support in raising the child.
Of course, Ning Ye knew very well that this didn't mean they had to be together.
The child appeared suddenly, and Ning Ye wasn't sure what other changes the future would bring. From now on, she wouldn't restrict who Bian Xun could be with in the future. She only needed him to be present as a father when the child needed him, and that would be enough.
They could be like exes who remain friends after a divorce, raising the child together.
...
Ning Ye's gaze toward him held a bit more respect.
And as Bian Xun looked down at her, his eyes also held a hint of reverence.
The two treated each other with mutual respect for a few seconds.
The CEO slowly grabbed her wrist, his fingertips slightly hot.
A five million donation was just a stepping stone.
Tens of billions in massive profits were what the CEO truly desired.
Bian Xun didn't want to linger. He pulled Ning Ye and Ning Zhitao into the car. Just as he was about to take them back, the old principal hobbled over amiably and called out to him.
"Mr. Bian, could I trouble you for a few minutes to do an interview for our kindergarten? As you know, Xialu Kindergarten has never received such a massive donation in its history..."
Bian Xun frowned slightly and didn't answer.
But the little girl by his leg was very respectful of the grandpa principal. Ning Zhitao quickly and actively responded, "Daddy, go ahead! You need to answer the grandpa principal's questions properly."
How could the principal dare to act so boldly? He kindly wiped his sweat and led the aloof and silent financial backer up to the second-floor reception room.
Of course, they didn't dare to take up too much of the CEO's time. They only prepared a few simple questions, such as "Why are you willing to donate?" and "Do you have any expectations for the development of children's education in our country?"
Bian Xun answered them all briefly, leaving the rest for the kindergarten to improvise.
The principal was already very satisfied. The last question was, "Oh right, you are Ning Zhitao's father, correct?"
Bian Xun calmly crossed his arms. "Yes."
He would just pretend the child's biological father was dead.
The principal cheerfully called over Teacher Youzi, holding the information form filled out when the child entered the kindergarten. "That's perfect. We can update the parent information for you and specially mark you with the title of Honorary Father."
"Previously, the child's mother filled out the father section very vaguely, which wasn't very convenient to input. Now we know it very clearly!"
Bian Xun took Ning Zhitao's admission file. This child was only enrolled after moving to the Xialu residential area. Any enrollment information prior to this was blank.
However, this wasn't rare. Many families didn't necessarily have their children attend kindergarten for the full duration; starting from the middle class was also considered normal.
It was just... before this, if Ning Zhitao didn't attend kindergarten and Ning Ye herself had to work, how did she take care of her?
Doubts surfaced in Bian Xun's mind, but before he could dwell on them, he saw the child's father's information column.
No name.
But there were a few lines of basic information.
The handwriting looked extremely familiar at first glance.
Her handwriting hadn't changed much since her school days. The strokes were still earnest, clear, and elegant.
So Bian Xun remained expressionless, his fingertips landing on the basic information of the child's father, slowly tightening.
So—
This man who also graduated from Jinghua University.
Who also worked at the Wujiang Group.
A man who was only one year older than Ning Ye.
Who was he?
Bian Xun's expression suddenly darkened. Something vaguely flashed in his mind. His brain, with its extraordinary memory, operated rapidly and instantly recalled another document.
One he had personally seen.
Jiang Xinghe's resume.
Bian Xun: "?"
His casual sitting posture suddenly straightened up, and he looked back and forth at these few lines of information several times.
The old principal was startled and carefully leaned in to take a look. "Is... is there a problem? Oh my, the child's mother was too modest when filling out the information. She actually only wrote that you work at the Wujiang Group, haha, haha..."
Bian Xun: "......"
Outside the kindergarten, in the backseat of the Maybach.
Ning Zhitao crawled back and forth between her mother and the child seat, clinging to the car window and looking out. "Why isn't Daddy back yet?"
Ning Ye straightened her collar. "Maybe there's a lot of content they need to interview him about."
After all, it was the treatment for a five million donation.
Ning Zhitao nodded and suddenly pointed out the window. "Mommy, it's Uncle Doctor Jiang!"
Ning Ye looked up and saw Jiang Xinghe driving a truck with the Sandianshui Children's Hospital logo on it, transporting supplies for the kindergarten.
"Uncle Jiang isn't a doctor." Ning Ye patted the back of her head.
But he really was a very good person.
On this side, the mother and daughter were enjoying a peaceful time.
And on the other side upstairs, someone was experiencing a nuclear explosion.
Bian Xun, expressionless, suddenly stood up and left the principal's reception room.
His shiny leather shoes landed heavily. Within a few steps, the CEO's dark eyes showed faint signs of losing his composure.
Walking out the door, he propped one hand against the wall. His black, fragmented hair fell down, casting shadows over his brow bone.
Could it be him?
Not necessarily.
Before Bian Xun's eyes, the image of Ning Ye and Jiang Xinghe interacting in the department surfaced, a picture of harmony and familiarity. He also accurately recalled a previous occasion when Ning Ye got off work late, and Jiang Xinghe had driven over to pick up her and the child.
A fire burned in Bian Xun's heart.
Even if it really was him, what right did they have to remain friends after breaking up?
The CEO, who had been frozen for six years, was completely furious.
As he walked through the kindergarten corridor covered in children's drawings, he quickly had Assistant Zhang compile Jiang Xinghe's activity trajectory over the past few years.
At the corner of the stairs, he heard several financial teachers tallying today's donation results.
"Doctor Jiang also donated ten boxes of children's medical supplies today."
"Doctor Jiang isn't a doctor. Last time for the injections, he was just helping out his family. Sandianshui Hospital belongs to his family..."
"Wow, Doctor Jiang's conditions are also really good! Does he have a partner yet?"
Bian Xun inhaled coldly. He walked to the first floor, looked up, and saw the figure moving things in the yard.
On his phone, Assistant Zhang had already extremely efficiently compiled and sent over the information. As Bian Xun walked toward Jiang Xinghe, he quickly scanned the general situation.
Hmm, unmarried, was abroad a few years ago, and his working cities were also very clear.
Initial judgment: there was no overlapping time period with Ning Ye.
Therefore, by the time the CEO walked up to Jiang Xinghe, his entire person had reverted from a state of surging dark fury to an arrogant, noble, and calm demeanor.
Jiang Xinghe noticed him and nodded. "President Bian."
Bian Xun adjusted the watch at his cuff while glancing at the medical supplies in the car. He suddenly chuckled, his voice low and magnetic.
"Are you also a parent of a child here?"
Jiang Xinghe frowned and looked over, baffled by the inexplicably strong hostility.
But his attitude remained gentle as he effortlessly deflected the remark, "I also care about the children here."
Bian Xun scoffed inwardly and gave him a lukewarm sideways glance. "If you're not a parent, making a donation lacks proper justification."
Unlike him.
He had already claimed the vacant spot.
Jiang Xinghe looked baffled.
He was just doing a good deed, yet he was being subjected to the sarcastic remarks of the company boss. What did that mean?
Having assertively jabbed the other man a couple of times, Bian Xun felt his mood lift slightly and walked back to the Maybach parked by the side of the road.
Through the car window, the mother and daughter were clapping their hands and playing a little game. The smile on Ning Ye's profile and the child's bright, smiling face overlapped perfectly, one large and one small version. No matter how you looked at it, there was no trace of any other man's genes.
Yet, that other half of the genes did exist after all.
Bian Xun retracted the corners of his lips and sat back in the driver's seat, feeling quite emotionally drained.
Ning Zhitao immediately turned her head. "Daddy, are you done answering the principal's questions?"
"Mm," Bian Xun didn't look back, casually asking the two behind him, "What do you want to eat for dinner?"
He gathered his emotions and looked around, preparing to find a place to take them for dinner.
Ning Zhitao looked at her mother. Ning Ye had no preference for what to eat; it mainly depended on the child.
So Ning Zhitao turned her head and obediently held out a finger. "Daddy, I'll just have a small burger."
She needed to save money for Daddy now.
Although in Ning Zhitao's short four years of life, she had never heard of her father having any financial crisis, nor had she ever suffered the hardships of poverty, things were different now!
Bian Xun turned halfway, raising an eyebrow. Thinking the child meant the kind of burger from a Western restaurant, he checked his phone for nearby restaurants.
However, a round head popped out and pointed at his phone screen. "Not this kind, this one."
Bian Xun looked at the McDonald's she had specifically pulled up. "?"
Even if he had donated five million, it hadn't reached the point where he needed to feed the kid junk food.
Furthermore, if things went smoothly, he could earn that money back in a matter of seconds.
Bian Xun looked at Ning Ye through the rearview mirror.
Ning Ye inexplicably felt a profound gaze. "?"
Bian Xun found a restaurant, prepared to start the engine, and said flatly, "Don't worry about money."
He had already decided to be the child's father; could he really not afford to raise her?
However, a pair of chubby hands suddenly grabbed his arm.
The little girl's grape-like eyes brimmed with soft comfort, her voice crisp, sweet, and firm: "Daddy, even if you don't have money, you are still my daddy!"
Bian Xun's fingertips, resting on the steering wheel, paused.
That unfamiliar sense of happiness, which he found hard to adapt to, enveloped him once again.
A feeling he had never experienced before suddenly began to sprout and grow in his chest.
Ning Ye patted the little kid's head. To a child, Mom and Dad were her only choices.
Although she hadn't experienced childbirth, the child still followed the closeness in her bloodline, treating her parents as the people she relied on the most.
One little child had built a home.
After a long moment, Bian Xun recovered. With a calm expression, he started the engine and spoke again, as if telling himself, but also seemingly implying something else.
"Not having money won't do."
Ning Ye: "?"
Alright, although he was the child's father, he was still a cold capitalist.
She raised her eyes and met Bian Xun's seemingly profound dark eyes in the rearview mirror, which seemed to say, "Don't let me down."
Wait, why did he have an expression of entrusting something precious?
Entrusting whom? Her?
...
Bian Xun had to implement this new rapid wealth accumulation model.
If operated smoothly, ten billion would be acquired in a snap of his fingers.
The stock market had already closed for the day. The next day at the company, Boss Bian started looking for opportunities to guide Ning Ye.
Sister Zhou returned from the pantry, excitedly sliding her chair back to her cubicle, having acquired a brand new piece of information. "It seems Ning Ye is a rare financial genius."
The surrounding colleagues immediately grew curious. Who wouldn't care about making money?
"What do you mean?" "Sister Zhou, how do you know?"
Sister Zhou thought to herself, the relationship between Boss Bian and little Ningning couldn't be mentioned, but couldn't she talk about someone's capabilities?
"I just saw Boss Bian discussing stock trading with Ning Ye. It seems she's really good at it!"
"It sounds like she holds tens of thousands of shares. She's amazing."
The people around were instantly surprised. You couldn't tell at all?!
Could they learn a bit from her too??
When Ning Ye returned to her workstation, she noticed the gazes of the people around her faintly revealing respect and hope.
? Very strange, Bian Xun had a similar expression just now.
Bian Xun peered deeply into Ning Ye's almond eyes, telling her that the company's stock price had dropped quite a bit, and the time was ripe.
Ever since Ning Ye acknowledged his status as a father, she now showed him a bit more care.
So, with a good conscience, she patted Bian Xun and comforted him with bright eyes, "I know, but it's okay. It will always go back up."
Bian Xun couldn't interfere with her card operations in any way. Every time he tried to speak more bluntly, that invisible restriction would appear, binding his words.
Bian Xun could only stop her. Beneath his brow bone, his dark eyes shimmered slightly as he hinted, "Have you ever thought about the business opportunities in this? If it were tens of thousands of shares..."
Ning Ye blinked.
Tens of thousands of shares, how much money would that be? She couldn't possibly use Bian Xun's money to trade on such a large scale! Would that even be proper?
And even if the stock price went back up, that would only recover the capital for the future Bian Xun; it wouldn't help the current him, right?
Difficult, it was all difficult.
Ning Ye sighed with deep empathy. Her soft hair fell down, and her lips were slightly red against her fair cheeks. "When the state prospers, the people suffer; when the state perishes, the people suffer. It's so hard for small retail investors."
The innocent little retail investor holding one hundred shares shook her head and walked away.
Bian Xun's expression was wooden. He wanted to reach out, but he couldn't stop her.
His teeth felt a burst of itchiness. In certain moments, he really wanted to pull her into a tight embrace and personally show her how to harvest the wealth that was right at their fingertips.
However, he couldn't.
Carrying tens of billions, swaggering through the market.
The CEO's face was cold and stiff, various fires burning in his heart.
Behind him, Assistant Zhang watched Boss Bian struggling to find topics to talk about, looking thoughtful.
Ning Ye returned to her workstation, preparing to submit the travel application for the Hangzhou conference on the system.
This business trip would last three to four days. Ning Ye selected her flight and hotel, and after submitting it to the system, it was quickly approved.
She worked while waiting for the ticketing information.
A moment later, a few text messages popped up on her phone.
Opening them, she saw that her flight ticket had inexplicably been upgraded to first class.
And at this moment, she didn't yet know that her hotel room had also been upgraded to the suite right next to the top-floor presidential suite.
Assistant Zhang efficiently handled these details for the CEO, striving to be a truly well-rounded, top-tier professional in secretarial affairs.
Ning Ye found it baffling, but the only person who could do such a thing was Bian Xun.
Looking suspicious, she suddenly remembered something.
During this business trip, in the original plot, some unexpected situations seemed to have occurred, causing Bian Xun to get unusually drunk after a banquet. He rested at the hotel that night, and no one knew what happened throughout the entire night.
If the plot didn't describe it in detail, yet it was a mandatory event, could it be...?
After all, Ning Ye also believed that even if she and Bian Xun were to have a child, it should be an accident, like something that happens after drinking.
And she calculated the time; the birth of the child was not far away.
Could it be this time??
Ning Ye suddenly grew nervous.
Sitting at her workstation, her cheeks burned, and she kept her legs pressed tightly together.
This feeling couldn't be called romantic; it was purely the nervousness of a vital mission.
Which Friday would it be?
Actually, working backward from the child's birthday to determine the pregnancy period isn't accurate. Strictly speaking, it should be calculated from the last menstrual period, taking about 40 weeks. But even so, the calculation wouldn't be completely precise.
But she had to prepare in advance.
Although she didn't have to physically give birth, it was still a major project.
It concerned the little one's future.
...
Affected by the fluctuation in the company's market value, there had been quite a bit of panic within the department recently.
"The heating subsidy still hasn't been issued."
"Will this year's year-end bonus be affected?"
Being part of it, Ning Ye couldn't help but be somewhat affected.
Her performance in the last quarter was still good, and she had been thinking about taking the little one on a trip once the year-end bonus was paid.
Faced with risks, Ning Ye's financial management approach tended to be even more conservative. She suddenly felt very glad that she had put that big red envelope into a fixed-term bank deposit for the child last time.
If she had used it to trade stocks, who knows how much she would have lost.
Meanwhile, Wujiang's top management held meetings three times a day, trying their best to stabilize the market fluctuations.
Amidst the chaos, only the CEO remained steadfast.
Not only was he completely unaffected by the falling stock price, but he also continued to vigorously promote R&D investment. This boldness completely filled everyone with awe! It also made the covetous Bian family members start to feel uncertain—
Could he really have a backup plan?
Bian Xun sat upright and began to guide Ning Ye into the stock market using various methods.
Before the market closed on Friday.
At night, he played the financial channel in the car, teaching her step-by-step how to buy the dip.
He delivered financial newsletters to Ning Ye's doorstep to raise her awareness.
Ning Zhitao studied this information in her dad's car and at the door. Her little head frowned in deep confusion, unable to understand it at all. Finally, she asked Ning Ye with a blank look, "Mommy, what does all this mean?"
Ning Ye peacefully held her child's hand. "It's a pyramid scheme."
Her current financial philosophy was very conservative. The hotter things looked, the less she should touch them lightly; she had to observe cautiously.
As a result, Bian Xun's gaze toward her grew increasingly fervent.
Until the market closed on Friday, Ning Ye had no intention of trading stocks. When he came to pick up the child on Saturday, Bian Xun's expression visibly grew ashen.
Today, Bian Xun was going to submit the little one's painting to the Children's Palace for a competition. Having the child's father drive made things much more convenient. Early in the morning, Bian Xun knocked on Ning Ye's door.
Ning Ye had just finished washing up. Her cheeks still carried moisture, looking like warm, misty peaches in early winter. She looked up with clear eyes, only to see a pair of bleak, dark eyes.
?
The CEO looked as if he was about to miss out on some vital life force. His dark eyes were dull, and he didn't seem as healthy as usual.
The capitalist's assets had evaporated; how could he be healthy?
Ning Ye couldn't help but worry. Under high-intensity stress, men's physical health could also be affected.
What if his physiological functions were poor recently, and it affected the birth of the child later?
Bian Xun's gaze landed on the snow-white side of her neck outside her loungewear. Her tea-colored hair was damp, with a few strands winding against her skin and bones, looking incredibly silky.
The vitality in the man's eyes actually recovered.
But his money did not.
This feeling of wealth being so close yet hanging by a thread was truly mesmerizing.
Heh.
It wasn't until Monday morning that Ning Ye suddenly decided to buy a little more Wujiang stock as an investment for the child.
Because Taotao, after continuous influence from her dad, had become completely interested in stock trading and pestered her mom about stocks every day.
The child didn't understand, but the child wanted to play.
Thinking that Wujiang's future development would eventually soar under Bian Xun's leadership, Ning Ye felt it wouldn't hurt to buy a little. It could also let the child experience her dad's wealth trajectory.
Mother and daughter chatted in the Little Genius family group.
In a corner no one knew about, the child's father slowly closed his eyes. What a truly filial daughter.
So, as soon as Ning Ye made a move, the CEO finally moved!
The low pressure that had lasted for days was swept away on the day the market opened on Monday.
The top management collectively held down the fort in the office, and everyone inside the company was watching closely.
Bian Xun strode over to find Ning Ye in the pantry. Seeing her looking down and operating on the app, he walked briskly, ready to step forward and change the numbers for her.
If she bought in now, there was still time. The difference in stock price was enough for him to flip tens of billions.
Bian Xun was very calm.
Just then, cheers came from afar.
Opening high on Monday, Wujiang was leading the gains?!
Under the watchful eyes of the industry, Wujiang Group's stock price experienced a short-term rebound. In a single day, the stock price surged right back to its pre-drop level!
The new CEO's continuous R&D investment had paid off, allowing Wujiang to meet the explosive wave of AI computing power demand head-on. Furthermore, they publicly won the bid for a certain province's AI computing power infrastructure project. Market confidence was instantly boosted!
The industry was in an uproar, and the whole company was in an uproar.
That man, what kind of calm composure was this, and what kind of luck and wealth?
"As expected of Mr. Bian!"
"Congratulations, Mr. Bian!"
"Congratulations!"
Ning Ye also looked up in pleasant surprise. The stock price had fully recovered; now Bian Xun shouldn't be under so much pressure, right?
Amidst the surging voices, the CEO's face turned coldly pale, and his body suddenly swayed.
...
Let me borrow another ten billion from the heavens.
He refused to accept this.
The flu is a killer, it's really too late today, let's see if I can be earlier tomorrow.
