On the third day, Jiang Siming remained stationed at Winwin Holdings. His chairman's office had been converted into a temporary residence for more than twenty elite traders.
All the office's entertainment facilities had been removed and replaced with tents, sofas, dining tables, and computer desks.
Dozens of computers were set up inside, and the doors remained tightly shut.
These more than twenty traders, both men and women, would have to eat, drink, sleep, and relieve themselves in here for the next two months. They were not allowed to leave.
As soon as they entered, everyone had to hand over their phones, and no chat software was allowed to be installed on the computers.
There were also security guards stationed outside. Other than Jiang Siming and Li Yingzi, no one was allowed to approach the office.
The people inside were not allowed to come out either. This would continue until the stock sniper operation ended.
Although the restrictions were somewhat harsh, there was no other way. This was a sniper operation involving an initial stake of more than thirty billion yuan. If the news leaked, it could easily cause enormous losses.
In fact, major moves in the stock industry were often handled this way. It was nothing unusual.
Inside the office, Jiang Siming looked at the place that had almost become a "refugee camp," but he did not feel the slightest bit of heartache.
They could wreck the place however they wanted. As long as the sniper operation succeeded, he would earn at least one hundred billion yuan. He could build countless offices like this one.
Even if they tore the whole place apart over these two months, Jiang Siming would not frown. They were risking their lives to make money for him. If he was unwilling to make even this