Wu Mian is worried about professor beilac. Once a person goes bankrupt, he can do anything extreme.

    Ask Owen about the trend of Dow Jones in the future. Is this insider trading? Maybe.

    Wu Mian was not too tangled and dialed Owen Rothschild.

    "Wu, I''ve smelled your happiness," said Owen brightly.

    "It''s not like this, Owen. It''s the basic quality of successful people to hand over professional things to professional people. If you give the money to you, you''ll make them reproduce asexually quickly, more and more, won''t you?"

    "Thank you for your humor. There are not many opportunities like this now. There will be one in about half a century."

    "Owen, you did a great job. One of my Massachusetts surgeons has broken his birth."

    "That''s really good news," Owen said with a smile. "That''s it. You can better control him. He will be grateful to you for working 15 hours a day."

    Wu Mian shrugged, which was quite different from his three outlooks.

    "Wu, how about my appetizer?"

    "I want to ask you what else you are going to do." Wu Mian said faintly. "If the surgeon under me loses his red eye and borrows money to prepare to turn over the money, I will break his hand."

    "I told you, it''s just an appetizer." Owen Rothschild didn''t mind Wu Mian consulting about financial affairs. He smiled. "And the appetizer hasn''t been served yet."

    "..." Wu Mian was stunned. "The fuse has been blown twice. It has been the craziest since the fuse was blown. I was surprised that it was only an appetizer. But, Owen, you said that the appetizer of the fuse has not ended yet!"

    "Yes!"

    Owen Rothschild, who has always been calm, seems unable to suppress the flame in his heart. Across the earth, Wu Mian can feel the heat from his mobile phone signal.

    "I can''t imagine that you are as crazy as a virus." Wu Mian sighed.

    "I like this metaphor," said Owen Rothschild. "Dr. Anthony, your teacher, his advice to me is that this virus is a flood. There is no way but to wait for a miracle or an ark."

    "I told you, this is a Genesis virus." Wu Mian said faintly.

    "The virus of Genesis means that there is a harvest at the level of Genesis. You can''t feel my excitement." Ao Wen and Wu Mian''s three views are fundamentally different, and the excitement is quite different.

    "Once the Egyptian pharaoh dreamed that there were seven fat cows, followed by seven extremely thin ones; then seven bulging ears of wheat were swallowed up by seven shriveled ones. This mysterious but seemingly important dream baffled all dreamers. Only Joseph, who had just been released from prison, could explain this oracle."

    "Yes, the gods have already told us what to do." Owen smiled. "The harvest year can''t be harvested, you know what I mean. Now is the harvest season."

    "In the past, landlords used to annex land in disaster years." Wu Mian shook his head. "Ao Wen, tell me about the next thing. I''m more and more curious about your plan."

    "There are a lot of plans, you know, just like your treatment, facing countless uncontrollable factors. Damn it, I hate all uncontrollable factors. But we have reached a consensus. At least there will be two circuit breakers in a week, and then we will reach a new high."

    "It''s crazy. Many people will go bankrupt if they come back like this."

    "That''s what I want to see!" Owen Rothschild could not bear his inner joy and excitement. "Wu, you are also one of us. You can guess how rich you are now."

    "It''s just an appetizer, a few billion. What''s there to guess?"

    "What a boring guy."

    "What''s next?"

    "The next day is when I devour other capital. Many funds are too full. I have to swallow them while they celebrate."

    "Praise your ambition. Your obsession with money is like a perpetual motion machine."

    "I''ve been waiting for this opportunity for 12 years, and the last time, those old die hards restored Rothschild''s surname. This time, they will crawl at my feet and lick my toes!"

    "It must be a huge plan."

    "It''s crazy!" said Owen. Wu Mian vaguely heard the sound of the goblet collision across the phone. He didn''t know who else was around Owen.

    "Next, you will witness history. Whisper to you, Wu, I''m going to turn oil into a negative number."

    "..." Wu Mian was speechless. It was crazy. No wonder Aowen''s tone changed.

    "What if something goes wrong? What if other funds in the world compete with you?"

    "Unplugged their network cable and smashed their computer."

    "You are such a villain."

    "I like the name, Wu."

    "Praise your physics."

    "Physical means are the most direct, trust me."

    "Well, I see. Owen, do you really care about the virus? You know, this virus can destroy all mankind. Although it is only a possibility, but..."

    "Only the poor are destroyed. Wu, do you think I am a species with the poor? You don''t think so. In fact, I don''t understand why you go to Tianhe, my God!"

    "What if the virus threatens your life?"

    "There''s an antidote, don''t you know?" Owen asked.

    Wu Mian was really speechless this time. It turned out to be so.

    Why don''t you take out the special medicine?! Wu Mian could not imagine the behavioral logic of those people.

    "If I say I''m sick, I just need to fly to Walter Reed National Military Medical Center," said Owen Rothschild gracefully. "Three days, just like the resurrection of God, three days."

    "You''re all villains, Owen, really. It''s not only against the faith of a doctor, but also against the faith of mankind."

    "Wu, I tell you again that we are no longer the same species as the poor."

    "Well, you won." Wu Mian suddenly smiled. "The antidote of Walter Reed National Military Medical Center. I need this."

    "It can''t be mass produced like Duffy. It''s useless, you know. If you need it, I''ll ask golden Boeing to send it to you."

    Wu Mian hung up the phone and looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

    The haze over Tianhe City dispersed, revealing the long lost sunshine.

    The voice of Owen from the mobile phone is getting colder and colder, as if it came from hell.