owlsbooks Chapter 393 No one would risk their life like this without a deep-seated hatred!
Chapter 393 No one would risk their life like this without a deep-seated hatred!
As Ye Fan watched the red candlestick on the screen rise like a spring from the ground, and saw the constantly changing transaction reports in the trading software, an unprecedented sense of exhilaration surged within him!
This feeling even surpasses the joy of simply making a profit!
He knew all too well the methods of people like Zhou Chongzheng!
Malicious short selling, spreading rumors, suppressing competitors, and ultimately monopolizing and reaping profits... He had seen too much of this in his previous life!
It's not just the stock market; the way those giant corporations crush innovators with capital, form monopolies, and ruthlessly exploit users is what he detests most!
"Whether I make money or not, I don't care!" Ye Fan stared at the sea of red on the screen, symbolizing the collapse of the short sellers, a cold and resolute smile curving his lips. "But those who dare to use such underhanded tactics to disrupt the market and fleece retail investors..."
His eyes were sharp as knives, as if he could see through the screen the panicked faces of the group of people inside the Jiangning villa:
"Zhou Chongzheng... and your dog Cao Yunji..."
"In this lifetime, I'll kill every single one I see!"
"For no other reason than three words—"
"I'm not happy!"
This capital crusade triggered by malicious short selling was instantly reversed by Ye Fan's fierce counterattack, which turned the tide of the battle!
The battlefield has become a graveyard for empty shells!
......
Inside a secluded villa in Jiangning District.
Dead silence.
The air seemed to solidify into lead, pressing heavily on everyone's hearts.
The room, which was just moments ago filled with the smoke of cigars and relaxed laughter, is now filled only with the sound of keyboard tapping, like cold raindrops, monotonously and desperately striking the silence.
Those well-dressed patrons, their faces ashen, were either slumped in expensive leather sofas, staring blankly at the ceiling, or pacing anxiously, their expensive leather shoes making dull thuds on the carpet, unable to suppress their inner turmoil.
Looking at the candlestick chart of Shenmu Coal on the screen, which seemed to mock them as it stubbornly rose from its low (-5%) to close at only -1%, they felt as if their hard-earned money was being burned by invisible flames.
Professional manager Cao Yunji's face was ashen, his livid expression revealing unbelievable anger and frustration.
He braced his hands on the cold control panel, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes fixed on the sell order records that were being frantically swept away by the "mysterious force".
"Holy crap! Who the hell is this?!"
Cao Yunji finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared, his voice hoarse from extreme frustration, "Have you lost your mind? Why are you refusing to make money and choosing to go against us?"
Having worked in the industry for many years, he believes he is well-versed in the jungle law of the capital market—wolves roam thousands of miles to hunt for prey!
Seeing such a high level of short selling, the normal reaction of "peers" should be to tacitly follow suit and kick them while they're down, taking advantage of the panicked retail investors and making a fortune together!
This is what a "smart person" does!
But this opponent... doesn't play by the rules at all!
The other party not only swiftly extinguished his carefully planned media bomb (negative news) with swift and decisive action, but also managed to use his channels (Weiming) to ignite positive news!
What's even more terrifying is that market-supporting force that disregards costs and bites like a mad dog!
"No one would risk their life like this without a deep-seated hatred!" Cao Yunji was completely baffled, and a chill ran down his spine.
He felt like he wasn't playing against a rational investor, but against a madman with unclear motives, enormous energy, and no regard for consequences!
It seems their goal wasn't to make a profit at all, but rather... purely to kill them!
The closing of the morning market was a crushing defeat for them.
Although they managed to keep the stock price below -1%, the cost was extremely high.
The mysterious adversary and the retail investors, now completely ignited and frantically buying the dip like mad dogs, have fundamentally reversed market sentiment.
The afternoon's battle was even more difficult!
In the midst of this suffocating oppression, a calm, almost cold voice rang out, breaking the silence like a stone thrown into a stagnant pool.
"Alright," Zhou Chongzheng, who had been sitting steadily in the shadows of the main seat, said slowly.
His lean face showed little emotion, except for his hawk-like eyes, which gleamed with a deeper, sharper light behind his glasses.
He flicked the ash from his cigar, his movements still unhurried: "One hundred million will arrive before the market opens this afternoon. We'll continue borrowing shares of Shenmu Coal."
This seemingly casual remark was like injecting new concrete into a dam on the verge of collapse!
A faint glimmer of hope rekindled in the eyes of the desperate investors.
Cao Yunji abruptly turned to look at Zhou Chongzheng, a complex expression of gratitude and awe flashing across his ashen face: "Thank you for your strong support, Mr. Zhou!"
He knew that at this critical juncture, the courage to invest such a huge sum of money without hesitation was something that few people possessed.
Zhou Chongzheng's energy and determination far exceeded his expectations.
Zhou Chongzheng waved his hand slightly, but his gaze did not leave the trend chart of Shenmu Coal on the screen. His voice was deep and carried a chilling certainty: "Yun Ji, this is not the first or second time we have cooperated."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Cao Yunji from behind his glasses: "I trust your abilities."
This statement is both a reassurance and a heavy burden of pressure!
Cao Yunji's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately straightened his back, a fierce fighting spirit rekindling in his eyes: "Yes, Mr. Zhou! This afternoon, I will definitely turn the situation around!"
However, a hint of seriousness, which even Cao Yunji failed to notice, flashed deep in Zhou Chongzheng's seemingly calm eyes.
Who exactly is this opponent who suddenly appeared, who fights fiercely and ruthlessly...?
Will this 100 million this afternoon really be enough to break through the opponent's defenses?
A sense of foreboding, like a tiny ice spike, quietly pierced the heart of this financial tycoon.
The decisive battle this afternoon will likely be far more dangerous than expected.
......
The atmosphere inside the office was completely different from that in the trading floor.
Ye Fan leaned comfortably against the large boss's chair, the screen of the latest smartphone in his hand flashing dazzling light and shadow.
Fingertips slid rapidly across the screen, tracing sharp arcs—"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Accompanied by a crisp sound effect, the virtual fruit is precisely sliced open, and juice splashes everywhere.
He was playing the currently popular game, Fruit Ninja.
"Tsk, not bad." Ye Fan had a relaxed and comfortable smile on his lips, his eyes focused on the game, as if the thrilling capital battle that morning, which burned through two hundred million yuan in cash, was just a trivial episode.
The pleasure derived from this pure, almost childish entertainment made him feel even better at that moment than seeing the numbers in his account skyrocket.
The satisfaction derived from suppressing Zhou Chongzheng and undermining his despicable methods far outweighed any monetary gain.