Chapter 20: is absolutely outrageous!

A moment later, a new worry washed over Zhang Wei.
How much of that five million would this "royal relative" who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere lose today?
That wasn't stocks, it was futures! Leveraged!
If he really lost everything and then turned around and accused the risk management team of failing to stop the losses in time…
That would be a huge mess, and they'd be in deep trouble too.
He was truly caught in a dilemma.
He tried hard to look away, telling himself not to pay attention to that hot potato.
But out of the corner of his eye, he kept involuntarily glancing at Su Hao's constantly flashing trading window.
It seemed to possess an invisible magic.
"Hmm?"
Looking at it, Zhang Wei rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from excessive tension.
"Am I seeing things?"
The numbers on the screen were completely different from what he expected. It was simply unbelievable!
"What...what's going on with this return rate?!" Zhang Wei's voice trembled!
With that kind of frenzied, haphazard trading, the account balance should have plummeted, showing a shockingly huge loss!
But Su Hao's capital curve, instead of declining, was...rising against the trend?!
Every buy, every sell...
accompanied by that alarmingly frequent trading, Su Hao's account profit was steadily and dramatically increasing!
It was like riding a rocket!
***
At midday closing, Su Hao stopped trading.
Not because he didn't want to, but because his body simply couldn't take it anymore.
"Ugh..." He let out a very soft groan, more like a breath of exhaustion escaping between his teeth.
His eyes were sore and stinging, almost impossible to open, his eyelids feeling as heavy as lead.
His brain, like an overheated engine running at full capacity, buzzed and spun, bringing waves of sharp, dull pain and dizziness; everything appeared double.
"It seems this 'ability' has its limits," a realization flashed through his mind.
This experience today was unprecedented.
Continuously activating that mysterious sense, his fingertips almost crushed the mouse, mechanically executing buy and sell commands, feeling as if his bones were about to break.
The result was that his body was the first to protest from the unbearable strain.
Only today did he truly understand that this "ability" he relied on for survival could also "overload."
"The price... is still moving."
He sensed it vaguely, but that clear, guiding "intuition" had been extinguished like a candle that had burned out completely.
Perhaps he had overexerted himself today and needed rest.
Just staring at the fluctuating numbers on the screen made him feel nauseous and dizzy.
He simply closed his eyes, leaning heavily back in his chair, trying to find a moment of peace.
'Right, how much profit was it again?' he thought vaguely.
His actions just now were entirely driven by an almost instinctive impulse, a frantic clicking, as if possessed by something.
As for whether he made a profit or a loss, how much he made or lost, he had no energy to care.
He just gripped the mouse and clicked furiously!
'...I'll check later.'
Now, he didn't even have the strength to look up at the screen.
Only rest.
***
When a company grows to a certain size, it often tends towards stability, its foundations no longer easily shaken by ordinary storms.
But financial companies are an exception.
This industry is always walking a tightrope.
Even today, there are overseas giants several times the size of Fanghuan Investment.
Cases of companies collapsing due to a single oversight in risk management are commonplace, frequently making headlines.
To mitigate such shocks, China has established layers of financial regulatory barriers, but this does not mean we can rest easy.
The painful lessons of domestic financial companies suffering astronomical losses due to risk control failures have occurred more than once in history.
Such as the Everbright Securities "fat finger" incident, the sudden surge in Industrial Bank's stock price, the massive losses in China Aviation Oil's oil options, and several other well-known financial crises…
The bloodstains are still fresh.
Some of these names have long since been buried in the dust of history.
In the chairman's office, Huang Fengwen, the head of Fanghuan Investment, was buried in a mountain of documents.
"Tsk, endless reports."
He muttered under his breath, his fingertips tracing the dense text.
The air was thick with the mingled scents of paper and faint cigar smoke.
He could, of course, toss these materials to his secretary or subordinates to write summaries.
But what if, in filtering the information, they overlooked a crucial detail, leading him, the top decision-maker, to make an incorrect judgment?
That kind of potentially fatal mistake was absolutely unacceptable.
Therefore, no matter how lengthy and tedious the documents, Huang Fengwen insisted on personally reviewing them, reading them word for word.
"The Federal Reserve's interest rate meeting is coming up soon, all contingency plans must be prepared..." He rubbed his aching eyes.
"Sigh, the company's grown bigger, and it's getting busier and busier."
He stretched his stiff shoulders, feeling he needed a moment's rest.
Then, he suddenly remembered something.
"By the way, how's that Su Hao... how's that kid doing?"
Yesterday was his first day as a formal trader; he must have been quite flustered.
Especially with the market continuing to fall.
He thought to himself, that kid probably lost money.
"The initial capital for a formal trader is usually only one million. According to the rules, a loss of up to 2% will trigger risk control..."
Huang Fengwen calculated in his mind: "In those two days, Su Hao probably lost around 40,000?"
Yes, 40,000.
Consider this his tuition fee, a vivid lesson in social practice.
After all, he's a guild member he quite admires.
Thinking this, he casually pulled up Su Hao's account information to see exactly how much he had lost.
"What... what?"
The numbers displayed on the screen made his pupils shrink sharply!
The total account balance far exceeded his expectations!
"How could there be seven million?!"
The initial capital was one million, and now it's seven million?! A sevenfold increase!
Huang Fengwen immediately realized:
Those guys below probably knew Su Hao was someone who came in through his network.
Those extra millions were obviously added later, and even the risk control department turned a blind eye, not implementing any risk control measures at all!
"Damn it, these bastards!" He felt a sudden headache coming on.
That kid Su Hao probably doesn't know anything, like a puppet, doing whatever he's told.
Now…how much money will be lost?!
If I'd known it would turn out like this, I should have called all the relevant people in charge and given them a good talking-to!
…Hmm?
"Wait."
Huang Fengwen frowned, his eyes fixed on the transaction details, noticing something amiss.
Initial capital: One million.
First-day return: +8%!
Because of this, the trading department manager used his authority to add four million, raising the total trading limit to five million.
And then there's today's return…
"Forty percent?!"
Huang Fengwen gasped, his eyes wide like saucers.
He himself had once been a successful trader, though back then it was the primitive era when you still had to trade in person at a brokerage firm.
But whether in the past or present, short-term traders who can achieve a 40% daily return are extremely rare!
Especially in the domestic A-share market, where the daily price fluctuation limit is generally still around 10%!
Even in the US stock market, which has no price limits, traders who can achieve a 40% profit in a single day through short-term trading are extremely rare!
This is mainly because increasingly stringent risk control systems no longer allow for such aggressive and risky operations.
More importantly, a 40% daily return is almost…
Godly!
But Su Hao.
This hothead he thought needed his extra care.
had actually used a practically insane method to repeatedly trade futures, managing to achieve this outrageous 40% figure!
And this was all done by using his entire five million yuan principal!
“The system malfunctioned!”
This was Huang Fengwen's first reaction.
Only this explanation makes sense!
Otherwise, how could it be possible?!
He immediately grabbed the phone and connected to the technical department.
“What? The system is perfectly normal? Check again! Check it thoroughly!”
However, no matter how repeatedly the technical department confirmed, the result was the same: there were no errors in the system.
That youngest member of his guild, always cheerful, with a good personality and diligent work ethic, who said he wanted to quit the game and find a job, and whom he had casually assigned to slack off…
Today, at Fanghuan Investment, he created a transaction record worthy of being recorded in the company's history!
“…”
Huang Fengwen stared blankly at the screen, speechless for a long time.
His original script was:
The youngest member would come in to experience the cruelty of society, lose a little money.
Then he, the "guild leader," would offer a few words of heartfelt comfort, showing the care and magnanimity of a senior.
But what happened?
On his second day at work, he directly broke the company's single-day profit record?!
Just good luck?
No.
Huang Fengwen's gaze swept over the densely packed trading records.
This couldn't be explained by luck!
It was purely through countless precise buy-low-sell trades, accumulating profits through sheer hard work!
What alarmed him even more was that this kid had stopped trading precisely at the midday close.
And from that point onward, futures prices entered a prolonged period of narrow sideways movement, drastically increasing the difficulty of trading!
'He knew in advance!' Huang Fengwen's heart was filled with shock.
'He knew when it would rise and when it would fall!'
But...is that possible?! Is it realistic?!
“…”
Huang Fengwen stared blankly at the screen for a long while before suddenly snapping back to reality, a sharp glint in his eyes.
“We can't wait any longer.”
He quickly grabbed the intercom on the table.
“Secretary Zhang,” his voice regained its usual calm and authority:
“Immediately issue a notice to summon all…all those in charge related to Su Hao, to my office immediately!”