Montes frowned, then quickly smiled again. "I'm pleased to meet you. If you're interested in matters concerning stocks, we can find somewhere to talk in detail."
Porter casually closed the car door, his voice suddenly turning cold: "I'm not interested in your little tricks for stirring up panic in the market.
"Listen, your actions have already had a serious impact on the country, and the people up top are not happy about it."
Montes frowned again, leaning back in his seat. "I'm afraid you're mistaken, Mr. Porter. We're running a legitimate business, bringing capital to outstanding companies and helping investors steer clear of those rotten ones."
"Save me your bullshit," Porter cut him off, raising two fingers. "You have two days to get Chat Han Shipyard's stock price back above 15 British Pounds."
Montes laughed, pushing open the car door and gesturing outside. "Hah, stock prices are determined by the market. If you have nothing else, would you kindly leave?"
