Everyone at the company greeted Jiang Siming with "Good morning, Chairman Jiang" the moment they saw him.
The young women at the front desk were even more enthusiastic. The moment they saw Jiang Siming, their hearts fluttered, and they called out sweetly, "Good morning, Chairman Jiang."
With just a couple of casual flirtatious lines, Jiang Siming immediately had them blushing and their hearts racing.
He followed Li Yingzi into his chairman's office.
The place had long since become the elite traders' "dormitory." After staying there for a week or two, they had completely adapted to the closed-off lifestyle.
At that moment, they were still clacking away at their keyboards and reporting data.
Yet from the expressions on their faces, it was clear that they seemed to be carrying a hint of worry and sorrow.
The moment Jiang Siming arrived, they all rose in surprise.
"Good morning, Chairman!"
Jiang Siming walked over amiably and pressed his hands down. "Sit, everyone. There's no need to be so formal."
He then casually found a chair and sat down, beginning to ask about the current situation with the stock short attack.
The several Gold Medal Traders began sharing their opinions. They were all among the company's original employees.
Lin Jingrong, Li Zixi, Yuan Wenbin, and the others.
They had joined the company when it was founded. They were also the ones who cared most about the company and least wanted to see anything happen to it.
A financial company this good was impossible to find even with a lantern, and they didn't want it to go bankrupt because of heavy losses.
Such things happened all the time in the financial world, so their worries were justified.
The group expressed their views one after another, all feeling that they should withdraw as soon as possible.