"Lu, where are you?"
The next day at noon, Little Wang called, and Lu Liang woke up to the ringtone, giving out his room number: "Room 1010 on the 52nd floor."
After hanging up the phone, there was a knock on the door after just ten seconds, evidently Little Wang had also stayed at the hotel last night.
Wearing the hotel's slippers, he schlumped in and complained, "What's so important? I just woke up and haven't even had lunch yet."
Lu Liang said, "I just want you to keep a low profile for now, someone's got their eyes on Panda and wants to pump it into a penny stock. I hope there won't be any slip-ups on the company's part."
Hearing this, Little Wang's eyes widened in astonishment, "Damn, Panda turning into a penny stock? Doesn't that mean we're gonna make a fortune?"
He hurriedly inquired, "I just took a glance, the share price climbed to 7 US Dollars, does that mean it'll double?"
