"Is it an outside player unable to resist entering the field? Or is it my old friend Kamon, finally being sensible?"
Lu Liang squinted his eyes, though he couldn't figure it out, it was definitely good news for them.
Because the sign of victory or defeat had already appeared.
Lu Liang suddenly had an idea, a mischievous smile appeared on his face, full of excitement, as he jogged to the communication room.
"Brother Yutao, Mr. Lu, what is happening here?" Liang Wenhu was at a loss.
Sun Yutao laughed, "Most likely, our Mr. Lu is going to set another trap, and it's not just for one person."
Having worked with Lu Liang for years, he had seen this expression countless times. Whenever it appeared, someone was in for bad luck, very bad luck, with blood loss.
The last time was defending the New Energy Index; those funds with Hong Kong Capital skin were trapped inside by Lu Liang, forced to passively defend the country's interests.
And the time before that, when shorting the yen...
