Montes frowned slightly, then quickly smiled: "I'm pleased to meet you. If you're interested in stock matters, we can find a place to talk in detail."
Porter closed the car door casually, his voice suddenly turning cold: "I'm not interested in your little tricks to incite market panic.
"Listen, your actions have already had severe consequences for the country, and the folks above are very displeased."
Montes frowned again, leaning back in his chair: "You must be mistaken, Mr. Porter. Everything we do is legitimate business, bringing funds to excellent companies and helping investors distance themselves from poor ones."
"Save your misleading rhetoric." Porter interrupted him, extending two fingers, "You have two days to push the Chat Han Shipyard's stock price back above 15 British Pounds."
Montes laughed and gestured outside by pushing open the car door: "The stock price is determined by the market. If you have no other business, could you please leave?"
