The middle-aged woman was drawn in by the promise of massive returns, pushing aside her concerns.
After entering the office, a staff member handed them a waiver to sign.
The woman frowned, displeased. "Signing this waiver means he won't be responsible for anything?"
The staff member replied arrogantly, "You can choose not to sign. Just take your money and leave."
He muttered loudly enough for them to hear, "There are plenty of people lining up to sign."
The middle-aged couple was annoyed but didn't dare argue. After all, who would refuse money?
The husband reluctantly signed the document.
Afterwards, the staff member said, "Transfer the money to this account, and then you can leave."
"Aren't you going to give us a receipt or something?" the woman asked.
"We'll give you one once the transfer is complete," the staff member responded impatiently.
"Fine," the woman replied.
As the couple prepared to transfer the money, the staff member added, "We don't accept less than one million."
"We know, we know," the couple replied hastily.
After transferring the money, the husband nervously asked, "Could we see Mr. Qin? We have some questions to discuss."
The staff member replied curtly, "Mr. Qin is very busy. He doesn't have time to see you. If there's nothing else, you can leave."
As the couple left, the staff member muttered disdainfully, "Only invested a million. With so little money, they still want to meet Mr. Qin. Dream on."
Just then, the office door opened, and Damian stepped out.
The woman immediately put on a different expression, swaying her hips as she approached him, deliberately leaning forward to reveal her cleavage. "Mr. Qin," she cooed.
Damian glanced briefly at her chest before calmly asking, "How much capital do we have now?"
"We've collected eighty million," the staff member replied in a flirtatious tone.
"Stop once we reach a hundred million," Damian instructed.
In just three days, they had raised over eighty million, showing how effective the "Stock God" reputation was.
"Understood."
Five days later, Damian entered the stock market with a massive amount of capital. Following Zuri's advice, he invested all the money into two stocks.
The stocks initially showed small, steady gains, boosting Damian's confidence. A week later, the previously stable stocks experienced a minor decline.
Damian wasn't too concerned; fluctuations were normal. He continued his extravagant lifestyle, frequenting hotels and clubs with various women.
These days felt like the beginning of his rise to greatness, unaware that they were actually the prelude to his downfall.
On the third afternoon, both stocks plummeted, hitting the lower limit. Panicked, Damian immediately called Zuri.
"Zuri, the stocks crashed today. Should we pull out?" Damian asked, his voice trembling.
On the other end, Zuri calmly replied, "No rush. I have a feeling they'll rebound."
"Really?"
"I'm very confident."
Damian managed to calm his nerves, trusting Zuri's intuition.
"Whatever happens, don't sell. Remember, don't sell," Zuri firmly instructed.
"Got it," Damian nodded.
But in the following days, Damian anxiously watched the market as all stocks continued to plummet. The two stocks he held hit the lower limit three times.
Seeing his investment shrink, Damian frantically called Zuri again, "Zuri, they're hitting the lower limit again. If this continues, we'll be out of money. Investors are demanding answers; I can't hold them off."
If they started to panic, Damian wasn't sure how he would manage.
"Don't worry, they'll rise. Tell them these stocks will go up. The current drop is just a market-wide issue. Once it's over, these stocks will soar," Zuri reassured him.
"Are you sure?" Damian asked, lacking confidence.
"A little fluctuation and you're lost? If you can't handle this, how will you survive on Wall Street? It's just a billion; no need to panic. Remember who you are: the Stock God. No one is more authoritative than you," Zuri coaxed.
"You're right; I'm the Stock God," Damian repeated to himself, regaining his confidence.
"That's the attitude you need."
This bravado managed to calm the investors, but some still had doubts. A few, determined to find out more, got Damian drunk and extracted the names of the two stocks.
Initially, only a few knew, but soon, all the investors were watching those stocks closely.
However, the miracle didn't happen. After three days of hitting the lower limit, the stocks continued to fall, even as the rest of the market began to recover, turning into worthless shares.
Angry investors stormed Damian's office, surrounding him.
"Give us our money back!"
"Return it now!"
Faced with the furious crowd, Damian, pale with fear, stammered, "You have to believe me. This is just temporary. The stocks will rise again, and everyone will profit."
The middle-aged man from before, now furious, shouted, "How much longer are you going to lie to us?"
"You have to trust me, they'll rebound," Damian pleaded, but no one believed him.
He had said it too many times; they could no longer trust him.
"Then tell us, when will they go back up?"
"Next month, they'll definitely rise next month," Damian promised under pressure.
Just then, someone received the latest news. Face turning pale, they pointed at Damian and shouted, "He's lying! Both companies just filed for bankruptcy. Our money is gone, all of it!"
The news hit everyone like a punch, leaving them dizzy.
Their anger boiled over, clouding their judgment.
"Beat this liar to death!" someone yelled.
With that, the crowd surged forward, overpowering the two guards and dragging Damian out for a beating.
"Stop! Don't hit me! I really didn't lie!" he screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the angry shouts.
No one was willing to listen anymore; no one could control their rage.
After twenty minutes, Damian was left battered and bloody, barely able to move, feeling like he had been run over by a car.
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