"Yes." Qin Zhiyou hung up the phone and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the deep night sky.
Although he had explained things clearly to his grandfather, he still needed a lot of time to complete his work. The New York stock market was about to open, and he simply had no other time to consider anything else.
He usually had two phones, one for work and one for personal use. His work phone had already been inundated with calls. Although the New York market had not yet opened, some people who had caught wind of something were secretly operating, and there were various messages from each functional department.
Fortunately, he had noticed the slight discrepancies in the financial reports earlier, which allowed his staff to prepare in advance. Otherwise, once the market opened, a plunge of eighty percent was possible, which would be a massive harvest.
