Chapter 156: Awkward Contrast

Last time, while processing the "Mossack Fonseca" documents, Su Hao had a hallucination of blood seeping from his fingertips.
Like a bewitching red lotus, eerie and dazzling, carrying an ominous and perilous aura.
But this time, it wasn't a glaring scarlet.
Instead, it was a… refreshing azure blue, like the feeling of plunging into a cool swimming pool on a hot summer afternoon!
A wisp of azure light emanated from his fingertips, like a living ripple of azure water, flowing slowly, finally disappearing into his palm.
'Is this also… some kind of 'signal'?'
Su Hao's heart skipped a beat.
He suddenly remembered that whether playing games, exercising, practicing musical instruments, or doing anything else, as long as you keep practicing, your skills will gradually improve, and your strength will increase accordingly.
When one's strength accumulates to a certain level, a moment of "enlightenment" or "leveling up" occurs, as if one's meridians have been opened, instantly leaping to a new realm.
Could it be that his "intuition," or rather, his "golden finger," has also received a similar "version update" or "skill upgrade"?
'And... this time it's blue! Not red!'
Last time, when that eerie crimson appeared, it brought him a chilling, heart-pounding unease and a warning.
But this time, this clear, deep blue is like a cool wave from the deep sea, gently caressing his heart, bringing an indescribable...comfort and joy.
It's as if some shackles have been quietly unlocked.
"President Su?" Liang Haiyuan called softly, somewhat puzzled, seeing him suddenly freeze.
Su Hao took a deep breath, looking at the report on "Xia Hua Shipping," a flicker of excitement and sharpness that was difficult for others to detect in his eyes.
"Let's get involved with Xia Hua Shipping too!"
"Huh?!"
In the conference room, all the employees froze, staring at him with a "Holy crap, are you kidding me?" look.
Xia Hua Shipping was already being targeted by those short-selling giants like 'Elliott,' a company condemned to death by various capital groups, a mess on the verge of collapse!
Rushing in now would be like jumping into a fire pit!
"Could it be... Mr. Su, you're thinking..."
Just as everyone was still in a state of collective bewilderment, Liang Haiyuan suddenly had a flash of inspiration!
His eyes widened, his voice tinged with excitement:
"You mean, we should turn the tables and swallow that damn 'Elliott' fund whole?"
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Short selling, to put it bluntly, is "using someone else's resources to make money."
The method is as follows: If you predict a stock is about to crash, you deposit money as collateral in a brokerage account, then "borrow" the stock and sell it at a higher price.
And then?
You patiently wait for the stock to plummet to its lowest point, then buy it back at a lower price and return it to the brokerage.
The difference in price is your profit!
If you're truly skilled at prediction and can accurately predict a stock's inevitable collapse, making money is easier than picking it up from the ground!
But there's always a chance of something going wrong.
What if that stock that looks like it's about to plummet actually skyrockets?
That would be a disaster!
A margin call would be immediately sent to your account, urging you to replenish the funds immediately, or face forced liquidation!
If you can't replenish the funds, or if the stock price rises even more sharply, breaking through to new heights…
The brokerage firm would not hesitate to use the margin in your account to forcibly buy back the stock at market price to return the money.
As for how much of that margin is left, it all depends on luck; you might end up losing everything and being "taken away"!
"Mr. Su, the R&D department has compiled the information on 'Elliott' and Xia Hua Shipping that you requested."
Liang Haiyuan gently placed a stack of documents on Su Hao's desk.
"Good, thank you for your hard work."
Su Hao carefully reviewed the analysis report on Xia Hua Shipping. Every page exuded a bleak atmosphere of "the building is about to collapse, run for your lives," a sea of ​​green, more appealing than a field of leeks.
Strangely, every time he tried to move the mouse over the "buy" button, ready to make a big move, that familiar, sudden, powerful impulse vanished without a trace.
'This is strange. Is my intuition telling me that now is not the best time to buy the dip?'
Su Hao stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Just then—buzz—his phone screen lit up, a message popped up.
"Here it comes again…" Su Hao saw the flashing avatar on the screen, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
"Mr. Su, is this spam? Should I deal with it for you?" Liang Haiyuan asked casually from beside him.
"No, not really. Uh, it's some guy who keeps sending me messages, quite enthusiastic, but it's a bit overwhelming."
"That's incredibly tactless! Daring to harass our Mr. Su during trading hours? How dare he?"
Liang Haiyuan's eyes widened, his expression saying, "Which blind bastard is this?"
Su Hao uttered a few words slowly, "It's Chairman Qin from Jiangjin Group."
"...Huh?!"
Liang Haiyuan froze on the spot, as if his mind had been paused, blinking blankly.
Ever since the last bond transaction, Qin Han, the chairman of Jiangjin Group, seemed to have taken a liking to him, sending him a daily greeting almost without fail, more frequent than his own mother.
The content, actually, wasn't anything special.
It was nothing more than asking how he was considering the matter he'd mentioned before;
that his sister's conditions were quite good;
or boasting about how Jiangjin Group had recently "dealt with" Jintie Group, and other such idle gossip.
Su Hao's impression of Qin Han was that of a stern, imposing, and authoritative iron-fisted tycoon, whose aura was so powerful it could freeze a person to death.
Who would have thought that this big shot would have such an "approachable," even somewhat "talkative," side after getting to know him?
This unexpected charm is truly irresistible.
What's the message this time? Su Hao, with a hint of helplessness, prepared to open it.
Just as his fingertip was about to touch the screen—
"...Hmm?"
A tingling, electric-like sensation suddenly surged through his phone!
Holy crap, is this phone going to explode too?
Wait a minute, this isn't a Note 7!
This strong premonition didn't seem to originate from the phone itself, but rather… from Qin Han, the one who sent him the message!
'So… the opportunity has arrived?!'
A thought flashed through Su Hao's mind.
He slapped Liang Haiyuan, who was still staring blankly beside him, his jaw practically dropping to the floor: "Haiyuan, Haiyuan!"
'Huh? Oh, oh! Mr. Su, you called me?' Liang Haiyuan jolted awake.
'You said, Chairman Qin of Jiangjin Group, he… doesn't he hate that 'Elliott' Foundation to the core?'
Liang Haiyuan was taken aback, then suddenly realized:
'Hate to the core?! He practically wants to tear them apart alive, grind their bones to dust!
Those bastards from 'Elliott' really gave Jiangjin Group a hard time back then!'
Su Hao nodded in deep agreement.
"That's right, those vultures from 'Elliott' back then maliciously shorted Jiangjin Group's stock.
That grudge is huge!"
'I was initially annoyed and didn't want to call him...' Su Hao muttered to himself.
But that increasingly strong intuition was now like a wound-up alarm clock, ringing incessantly in his head, frantically urging him to call!
Without choice, Su Hao took a deep breath and pressed the dial button.