"Zhang Jing's guts are way larger than yours, just smashing 150 billion like that."
Liang remained on the 22nd floor, not going upstairs to supervise, to avoid putting pressure on Zhang Jing.
"Zhang Jing really does have more courage than I do," Sun Yutao couldn't help but laugh while admitting his own timidity.
The T+1 trading method, still a public fund, still in the domestic market, still in the new energy sector.
If it were him, he'd only be bolder.
After all, this was Liang's private territory; if anything went wrong, he'd be there to help pick up the pieces, and it was unlikely that anything would go wrong.
"Time to go, see you next week."
"Mr. Lu, let me see you out."
In the end, Lu Liang took another look at the market trend before leaving the New International Building to return to Sinograin Seaview One.
Being able to withstand three hours of pressure and break through upward indicated that the capital pressure from above wasn't as high as imagined.
