"What did he say?"
"He said... don't ask, asking means unprofessional..." Niu Ben replied miserably.
"I... am harming myself!"
The bald manager slapped his thigh and frantically tugged at his own hair.
Niu Ben glanced at him sympathetically.
These past few days, the manager's Mediterranean, had clearly expanded...
"The account profit has already reached 8 million, 8 million! And he's still not satisfied! What does he want to do, huh?
His gambling nature is so strong, why doesn't he go to Macau and become the Gambling King?
Such madmen, how on earth did they pass the investor risk assessment!!"
Looking at the manager, who was already somewhat incoherent, Niu Ben was speechless.
Risk test? What difference does it make whether it exists or not?
Besides, the agreement he signed was a betting contract with our securities firm, the regular risk assessments given to ordinary customers don't apply to him...