Chapter 131: Hand-cranked Cappuccino!

Fanghuan Investment, Chairman's Office.
"Holy crap, Jiangjin Group's stock price is going to skyrocket! It's like it's been strapped to a rocket, soaring upwards!"
"You bet! The Note 7 phone sales are said to be breaking records, orders are pouring in like snowflakes, unstoppable! How could it not go crazy?"
Generally speaking, large-cap blue-chip stocks like this tend to have relatively stable price movements.
But the strange thing is, this stock price is like it's been injected with adrenaline, stubbornly and irrationally surging upwards, as if it's trying to tear a hole in the sky!
This can't be explained by some "positive news-driven surge"; there's an unusual, sinister force at play!
"Ahem, inside information... it's rumored that countless funds from various sources are secretly gathering, their target Jiangjin Group!"
"Oh? All sorts of funds are starting to flock together?"
"That's right! Rumor has it that mysterious funds have placed an enormous short order on Jiangjin Group!"
As soon as the news broke, wow! All sorts of short-squeeze daredevils swarmed in like sharks smelling blood, creating a chaotic frenzy!
I heard even a lot of international speculative capital rushed in recklessly, ready to grab a piece of the pie!
"Wow! Who's behind this, playing such a high-stakes game?
Short-selling, fine, but they got caught so quickly?
They're practically begging to die!
So that's why the stock price was driven up so ridiculously? No wonder!
Just how much money did these bastards dump on short selling?"
"The exact amount? Wow, it's astronomical!
That's why it attracted this frenzy of domestic and international capital hunting them down!"
Initially, several short-selling accounts suddenly dumped shares, causing the stock price to fluctuate and look poised to plummet.
But what happened? The 'short squeeze funds,' sensing the opportunity, swarmed in, forcefully pushing the price back up!
It even surged more wildly than before! Like mad dogs fighting for food!
Now it's like a tug-of-war, a battle to see who gets worn down first!
Logically, when short sellers dump shares, the stock price should plummet like a kite with a broken string.
But what's happening now? Instead of falling, it's rising!
Behind this lies both the desperate struggle of short sellers, their teeth clenched and eyes bloodshot, as they continue to drive down the price;
and even more so, the swarms of "financial piranhas" from home and abroad, relentlessly driving up prices to completely drain the short sellers, displaying a ruthless attitude of "if you don't buy until you're dead, I'll buy until I'm dead!"
"Tsk tsk, I wonder which deity is undergoing tribulation; this time, even if they don't die, they'll be skinned alive!"
"Oh, you bet! This time we're in deep trouble!"
Listening to the murmurs of the senior executives, Liu Zhuo sighed deeply, his face full of worry.
Huang Fengwen, standing nearby, was utterly puzzled.
"Hey Lao Liu, something's not right with your reaction.
It's not like we're shorting the stock, so why are you sighing like that?"
"..." Liu Zhuo's lips trembled, hesitating to speak.
"Lao Liu?"
Huang Fengwen's heart skipped a beat. An utterly absurd and terrifying thought, like a venomous snake, slithered into his mind.
"Lao Liu, you...you...you...could it be...we...we..."
"Chairman Huang, please...please hold on, don't get agitated." Liu Zhuo pleaded, his face contorted with grief.
“That…that unlucky guy who got his pants pulled down, whose short-selling news was exposed, and is now being besieged by short-selling funds from home and abroad…that’s us.”
Huang Fengwen felt a wave of dizziness, his heart felt like it had been squeezed and burst by an invisible giant hand, almost leaping out of his throat with a “thud!”
“Was it…was it that kid Su Hao who did it?!”
“Yes. I just found out from the report.
Just like last time in Germany, he quietly raised a huge amount of securities through some major brokers.”
Cold sweat poured down Liu Zhuo’s forehead.
“How…how much did he just throw in?!” Huang Fengwen felt his blood pressure was about to explode.
"The exact figures are still changing because the stock price has been rising, and he seems to be building his position in batches…
But as far as I know, the total amount he plans to short sell could be as high as… 10 billion!
The remaining funds are all tied up as margin, ready to be replenished at any time, just in case…"
This is a tactic of "backdoor listing," or "shell investment."
It involves borrowing shares from different institutions and funds through various intricate channels and then secretly manipulating the market.
It's done without anyone noticing, like a ghost wearing countless masks.
While the signs of short selling are not difficult to detect, uncovering the true identity of the mastermind is incredibly difficult.
All transactions are conducted through different channels, like wearing eighteen layers of hoods.
This ensures that the name "Fanghuan Investment" will never appear in any public information.
Back in Germany, Su Hao used the same tactic to wreak havoc on the entire market, making a fortune before disappearing without a trace, leaving no one behind.
But now, Jiang Jin Group is riding high, its stock price soaring like a rocket.
"If this continues, and the stock price rises further, we'll have to add margin. Once we exceed the limit, it'll be 'forced liquidation'!
The 20 billion we painstakingly earned could vanish in an instant, without a sound!
And that's considered lucky. What if we encounter consecutive limit-up days during forced liquidation, and we can't liquidate? Then we'll be wiped out…
Then… our Fanghuan Investment could be dragged down with him, completely ruined, bankrupt on the spot!"
Liu Zhuo swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Normally, Su Hao could do whatever he wanted without him even blinking.
Just like Chairman Huang said, he was always worrying unnecessarily; if it turned out to be unfounded anxiety, it would only make him seem petty.
So he had always tried to restrain himself, pretending to be blind and deaf, out of sight, out of mind.
But this time, he was genuinely getting restless; it felt like there were needles pricking his backside!
If Su Hao had lost all the profits he had painstakingly created, that would be one thing.
After all, it was money Su Hao had earned himself; at worst, it would be a wasted effort, and he could start over.
But if this blew up and ruined the entire company, that would be a much bigger problem!
That's the terrifying thing about a "short squeeze"!
It's a veritable meat grinder of the capital market!
Once those "short squeeze funds" team up, they can really crush you.
"Don't even mention a company, you could bankrupt a small country!"
The risk is terrifying!
"Chairman Huang, so... take advantage of this now and have him close his position... it's not too late to cut your losses..."
"No." Huang Fengwen's eyes narrowed, and he interrupted him decisively.
"The money's already invested; cutting your losses now will be just as devastating. Besides, have you forgotten our rules?"
The rule is: in investments, never doubt Su Hao's judgment, even if he seems like a madman.
"But this time is different—"
"Alright." Huang Fengwen interrupted him, picked up his coffee cup, and said calmly:
"The arrow has been released; further words are useless.
I,
trust Su Hao!!"
However, actions speak louder than words.
Click, click, click—
Huang Fengwen's hand holding the coffee cup trembled like someone with late-stage Parkinson's disease, turning the iced Americano into a cappuccino!