"Liang, have I ever told you that I really love you?"
Little Wang's eyes were full of deep affection, making Lu Liang feel a chill, so he pushed the big face away, "Stop disgusting me."
"We can't just let those market makers make all the money," he said with a smile, muttering to himself.
Little Wang suddenly froze, then hurriedly said, "Hey, Lu, take it easy, don't break the Panda."
By saying this, Lu Liang implied that he, too, intended to join the ranks of those manipulating Panda's stock as a speculator.
"It's going to get played out sooner or later, whether it's a day early or a day late doesn't make much difference."
Lu Liang gave a nonchalant smile. Panda now resembled the LeEco and Thunder of old; even if they were lucky enough to go public, after rounds of frenzied speculation, in the end, they'd be left in tatters.
At home, he still had reservations and would hold back somewhat, but abroad, he was like a diligent, earnest farmer.
