Ben Fei, Whose Home was Stolen.

The onlookers might not know, but Cong Liang, as a market operator, naturally knew his own affairs best.

As soon as they engaged, he realized that his opponent's strength was not to be underestimated.

Or rather, he was simply no match at all.

But he was unwilling to give up this hard-won opportunity.

He just wanted to prove himself, even if all his bones turned to dust.

Who hasn't climbed to the throne stepping over piles of corpses?

He did not fear death, he only feared that he would miss the opportunity.

Time passed second by second, and the market war was unfolding fiercely.

One day.

Two days.

Even Wang Gebi noticed the grim situation.

Let alone anything else, just the capital was left with only 10 billion.

The stock price kept falling. Wang Gebi knew this could not go on.

He must contact that man.

Beep beep beep.

The phone rang again and again.

But no one answered.

Wang Gebi looked at the lunch in front of him, completely lacking appetite.

Could it be that Teacher has...

Wang Gebi dared not imagine what would happen if he did not have his help.

Bankruptcy?

Ending up on the streets?

All of that was possible. Fortunately, he could also return to his previous life.

Skating on thin ice, sleepless nights.

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"Well, it was a pleasure talking to you."

Ba Fei wiped his mouth with a towel, ending the expensive lunch.

"Boss, there was an unknown call that kept dialing this number. Do you want to answer it?"

Just as he walked out the door, a subordinate rushed over with a phone.

This was Ba Fei's habit - he did not bring his phone to meals with others.

After all, it was a $5 million lunch.

Answering the phone would be improper.

"Answer it," Ba Fei did not decline. This was his private number, and few people knew it.

Beep beep beep.

Beep beep beep.

The phone called again shortly after.

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Wang Gebi violently shoveled down a bite of rice, trying one last time.

If he still could not get through this time, he could only take matters into his own hands.

Perhaps he might win, or he might lose.

All responsibilities would have to be borne by him.

Beep...

"Hello?"

The call connected quickly this time, catching Wang Gebi by surprise for a moment.

Only when he heard the voice on the other end did he react.

"Hello? Teacher? This is Lan Ling."

Wang Gebi had received Ba Fei's guidance in his previous life and was considered his student.

"Lan Ling? You're not dead?"

Ba Fei was clearly shocked.

According to the news he received, Lan Ling had died without even a trace left.

"The specifics are complicated. Anyway, I need your help."

Wang Gebi did not know how to explain rebirth, he could only vaguely say.

"Oh, sure, since you were my best student. But I have to remind you that your organization has been destroyed. You'd better hide well, otherwise even gods can't save you."

Ba Fei spoke gravely. He valued Lan Ling greatly and naturally did not want anything to happen to him.

"I know, I'll be careful. But what I want to ask is if you can help save a company that is being short sold on the market and is about to collapse."

Wang Gebi did not have time to catch up. He was almost out of cash flow.

He urgently needed help.

"Oh, that's no problem. The market is my domain."

Ba Fei was not worried at all, because he was the king of the market.

No matter who it was, they had to earn their meals under his command.

He soon received a message from Wang Gebi and immediately issued orders to his team, while also hurrying back himself.

Something that made even his favorite disciple feel embarrassed must be interesting.

He also wanted to see what was going on.

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"Ba Fei? How could it be him? He actually made a move."

Xi Nan could not believe what he saw on his screen.

Just a minute ago, the Yuanhe Group that he had been suppressing and defeating suddenly rose up.

The man known as the God of Stocks had invested huge amounts of capital to save the market.

"This...Quick, sell off everything..."

A person's reputation like a tree's shadow.

The God of Stocks' reputation was no exaggeration.

Xi Nan admitted he was no match. He could only scramble to withdraw funds.

But the God of Stocks' reputation was well-deserved. How could he let Xi Nan get away so easily?

After a few moves, he dragged him into the mire.

"New orders from the boss. Don't withdraw funds, increase intensity to trap the God of Stock's capital here."

Xi Nan's supervisor suddenly came up behind him and issued an unexpected order.

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"Boss, boss, bad news! All our stocks were ambushed in that last minute!"

Mu Zhi, Ba Fei's number one disciple, suddenly said in panic.

"What?" Ba Fei could not believe it. Over the years no one had dared move soil over his head as the Kitchen God.

"I accept the challenge. I want to see if my reputation as the God of Stocks has declined, that even a no-name newcomer dares pluck my whiskers."

After years of hype, Ba Fei already had unmatched confidence.

How could he take a small newcomer seriously?

"Mu Zhi, keep helping Yuanhe Group. I'll personally take on this guy."

Ba Fei stretched and stared closely at the screen.

Even when fighting a rabbit, the lion uses all its strength.

Someone who dared challenge him and could gather so much capital must not be a fool.

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Zhou Group

Zhou Luo looked at the market, constantly analyzing.

Has the God of Stocks finally made a move?

Zhou Luo stretched lazily and smiled with interest.

Unless something big happened, taking a huge profit was the best choice.

Vast amounts of capital flowed in as if money was no object.

He had waited so long for the God of Stocks to make a move, but he was still waiting, waiting for the God of Stock's capital to be quickly depleted.

Then he would tear off a piece of meat swiftly like a leopard.

This was Zhou Luo's best option, because the God of Stock's strength was indeed formidable. The gap in skills could not make up for that difference, not to mention that the opponent's skills were by no means lacking either.

In just a few minutes, the God of Stocks had completely suppressed the Muhe Group.

"Now is the time. Buy in and stock up."

Zhou Luo had waited a long time for the perfect opportunity to make a sudden entry, catching both sides off guard.

"Oh? This is getting interesting."

Zhou Luo, who had originally planned to take the profit and leave, suddenly found the market trend taking another turn.

"Hahaha, so his house was robbed." Zhou Luo, with his specialized stock market skills, quickly analyzed the dilemma the God of Stocks was facing.

Under attack on two fronts, one line of attack in particular displayed unmatched strength and skills, pressing hard on the God of Stocks, flustered as he constantly reallocated capital for buttressing.

As a result, Ba Fei's side of the battle line with Yuanhe Group looked somewhat feeble.

The Muhe Group's operator was also a top notch master. Zhou Luo himself was a legendary existence that could fight the God of Stocks. Without needing to communicate, just by the operations in the market, they intuitively cooperated seamlessly with each other.

With no capital for continued investment, Mu Zhi could only barely maintain the situation. The tide had turned increasingly in favor of the other side.