My Waste Husband

Chapter 33

"Stop pretending!" Steve opened the stock software on the tablet. "I'd like to see why you're putting on an act. The one I'm talking about..."

Steve's voice suddenly stopped.

At this moment, on the tablet in front of him, the stock number 08752X turned from scarlet to dazzling green, which was a sign of failure. That was to say, all the money that was invested in this stock would be firmly trapped in it and could not be taken out.

"This..." Steve took a deep breath and his eyes were full of disbelief. "Impossible! Impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible." Henry chuckled. His phone rang at this time. He picked up the phone and lit it. The voice on the phone came out.

"Boss, this stock is even worse than I thought. I thought I could buy one million yuan, but when it comes to seven hundred thousand yuan, the other party couldn't help but directly lock it up. This kind of courage, I think those rookies who just came out of the school are so eager to cheat for money."

Steve, who was sitting there, trembled slightly. The voice on the phone was like a thorn piercing into his heart. His theoretical knowledge, which he was proud of, was nothing in others' eyes.

"Well, that's it. You arrange for someone to get the money back and find out the people behind. You can do it yourself." Henry hung up the phone and did not ask Steve to do anything, as if the bet did not exist at all.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell into a strange silence. Steve sat aside, his face full of embarrassment.

Jenny looked around and did not know what to say.

Just then, the door was opened from the outside.

"Professor is back!" Jenny suddenly got up from the sofa and looked at the door.

Outside the door, a middle-aged man in his fifties walked into the house with a bag of vegetables. The man was straight and full of indescribable temperament.

Jenny walked forward happily and took over the food from the middle-aged man's hand. "Professor, you are back. This is the person I told you. Henry, this is my ..."

"Ha-ha, we meet again." Henry smiled at him.

"It's you... It's you..." The middle-aged man looked at Henry with a dull face and murmured.

Jenny looked at them and was confused. "Teacher, do you know Henry?"

"I don't know him." The middle-aged man shook his head. "I didn't know his name was Henry. I only know his other name."

"Another name?" Jenny subconsciously looked at Henry. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"The Legend of Wall Street appeared suddenly when the international stock market was about to collapse. He spent 1.3 million dollars to complete 18 shares in just two months. Two months later, he raised some 500 million dollars, which was used to build a position for the first fund to short the CDO. He devised a complex fund operation, shorting dangerous CDOs while buying cheap CDS. And when everyone thought that he will lose all his money, he managed to turn the situation around and his returns rose by 50%! Also at that time he becomes the legend of Wall Street and set his own macro hedge fund. He was just 19. I was so lucky to meet him, He wanted to meet me because I was involved in charity. But I didn't know his real name is Henry!"

"The legend of... Wall Street..." Jenny looked at Henry. She was in shock. She did not doubt the professors' words, because the teacher had no reason to lie to her.

"Yes." The middle-aged man sighed. "He's a legend of the entire Wall Street. However, at his most dazzling moment, he disappeared from everyone's sight. He donated all his wealth to the Red Cross to save the children in those poor mountainous areas."

The middle-aged man's gaze fell on Henry, and his eyes were full of gratification. This was an elder senior who looked at his juniors' eyes. He was very glad that in China, in his own country, there was Henry, a man who was involved in charity and did not ask for anything in return.

"All donated..." Jenny was completely speechless now. All along, she thought that she was very enthusiastic about charity, but now she found that compared with Henry, what she did could only be said to be nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

"Jenny, I didn't expect that you and Henry would meet. If I'm not wrong, you two met at the welfare home, right?" The middle-aged man looked at Jenny with a smile.

"Yes." Jenny put her hands in front of her lower abdomen and nodded.

"Well, stop standing. I bought some stuffing today. Let's make dumplings. Henry, I have already withdrawn from the financial world and I am older than you. Jenny is like my daughter. We are family from now on. I will call you by your name. If you don't mind, call me Uncle Kong." The middle- aged man raised the dishes in his hand and smiled.

"Okay, Uncle Kong." Henry smiled slightly. "I'm fast at rolling dumpling skin. You two stuff it."

"Okay!" The middle-aged man answered brightly, "Jenny, come and help."

"Okay." Jenny lowered her head and blushed. She followed the teacher and entered the kitchen. Jenny stretched out her small hand and pulled her teacher's sleeve. "Teacher, what are you talking

about? What kind of family?"

"Haha, isn't it just a matter of time?"

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Henry finished his meal at the teacher's house and went home. The clouds in the sky were burning red.

As soon as they entered the house, Henry saw Sylvia sitting on the sofa with a sad face, and there was no sign of Milan in the living room.

"President Lin, what's wrong?" Henry walked over and asked with concern.

"You won't understand even if I tell you about the company." Sylvia covered her forehead with her small hand.

"Your mood will affect your body. Relax as much as possible. I'll go and pour you some foot-washing water. You look very tired these days." Henry comforted her. He ran to the bathroom and took a basin of warm water. Then he squatted in front of her, picked up the pair of jade feet, and put them in the water.

After a few days, Sylvia was somewhat accustomed to Henry's massage. And she had to admit that he was really good at massage. Every time he massaged her, she would feel relaxed and sleep soundly.

On the TV, there was the evening news. Sylvia's cell phone rang, and the caller was Secretary Lee.

Sylvia looked at her cell phone first, then looked at Henry and picked up the phone. "Secretary Lee, how is your communication with her?"