Chapter 278: A Chaotic Battlefield

"A bunch of arrogant fools who don't know their place! This is a blatant provocation against the French government!"
"Mr. President, now is not the time to worry about them!" The chief of staff beside him was ashen-faced.
"You know better than anyone what will happen in our country once a large-scale demonstration breaks out..."
The whole world knows that France is a country that takes to the streets at the slightest provocation.
It's a tradition ingrained in their bones.
Moreover, once a demonstration begins, setting fires throughout the streets to fuel the unrest is almost a national "traditional skill."
The problem is, in the past, a demonstration of three hundred people could turn Paris upside down.
But now, there are three hundred thousand! Three hundred thousand angry souls!
"Reporting to Mr. President, numerous shops have been looted, and many buildings have been set on fire... The situation is spiraling out of control, and the losses are incalculable!"
The images on the television news had already revealed the gravity of the situation.
Thousands of yellow-vested "rioters" are turning this romantic city into a burning battlefield.
But Kermalone cannot righteously condemn their "barbarity."
Because he knows better than anyone that this country, this land beneath his feet,
was initially built by a group of angry people, exactly like those he sees before him, using fire and violence!
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Fanghuan Investment's elite trading department sounds prestigious, but in reality, their daily work is no different from that of a neighborhood committee member—so idle you could hatch an egg on your desk.
Other companies' traders are like wound-up animals...
From the opening of the A-share market to the closing of the US stock market, they stay up until their eyes are bloodshot, writing reports longer than the Great Wall.
But Fanghuan Investment has a different style, focusing on "the boss talks, we run errands."
Of course, while they may be idle, their business acumen still needs to be on point.
For example, they would take the materials sent by the "theoretical gurus" in the research department, thoroughly digest and analyze them, then condense them into a few sentences in plain language and report them to the all-powerful chairman—Su Hao.
But everyone knew this was just a formality, a ritual.
Ultimately, the investment strategies that truly snatch the general's head from the midst of a vast army always originated from Su Hao's monstrous brain.
Therefore, the daily work of these outrageously paid elites consisted of:
Sitting with a cup of coffee, legs crossed, leisurely observing how the market changed, and incidentally watching which "Midas touch" magic trick their chairman was about to perform this time.
So the question arises: if Su Hao alone can decide everything, what's the point of having such a department?
The answer is simple.
When Su Hao's strategic blueprint unfolds, there always needs to be a group of fearless warriors responsible for executing those world-destroying orders.
"Liu Bo! What about the short positions I just assigned? Are they all in place?"
A slightly anxious voice broke the silence.
"Manager Liang, it's done!
Phew...that was damn exhausting. At first, that institution absolutely refused to lend me shares to place short positions. I practically wore myself out trying to persuade them, but they finally relented!"
"Alright, stop joking. I don't have time to complain about being tired now."
"Hurry up, next order, get on it quickly! Quickly!"
"Yes, sir!"
That's just how this department is.
It's paradise in normal times, but once a battle begins, it instantly transforms into the most chaotic battlefield on Earth.
The reason is simple: the funds they handle are on a completely different level compared to their smaller-scale competitors.
"Li Huilin, tally it up, how much has been poured in so far?"
"Manager Liang, 50 billion!"
"Only half of that's been processed? Too slow! Does this efficiency justify your paychecks?"
"There's nothing we can do, we're practically typing away until sparks fly! The sheer volume... it's just terrifying..."
Not 100 million, not 10 billion, but a staggering 100 billion!
Even more insane is that this enormous sum, enough to instantly cripple the economy of any small European country, was to be injected by Su Hao in the following way:
No diversification or hedging; instead, it was to be like a nuclear warhead, precisely and decisively, crashing into the French stock market in the shortest possible time!
Even using all sorts of sophisticated methods—futures, options, ETFs—to divert such a massive amount of money silently is an almost impossible task.
The French stock market is less than a third the size of the A-share market.
Swallowing 100 billion in one gulp?
It would likely cause indigestion and immediate collapse!
This is the art of trading, and also a hellish level of difficulty.
It requires stalking like a ghost, avoiding the eagle-like eyes of the French financial regulator;
They had to snatch enough "meat" from the market to support this 100 billion yuan in volume, like hungry wolves.
"Listen up, everyone! Speed! Speed ​​is our lifeblood!"
Liang Haiyuan, the director of the trading department, shouted, spittle flying.
"Why does Chairman Su pay us such high salaries, letting us sit here comfortably in air conditioning?
It's for crucial moments, for decisive battles like this! To crack the toughest nuts on the battlefield!
Everyone, perk up! Nobody tell me you're 'tired' or 'difficult'!
Taking such exorbitant salaries and not giving it your all at this critical juncture, that would be truly unbelievable!"
There are many ways to inject 100 billion yuan into the market.
The safest way is to wage a protracted war, slowly buying countless stocks over ten days to half a month, letting the money seep into the market's veins unnoticed.
But, the words "protracted war" don't exist in Su Hao's dictionary.
His so-called "long-term investment" simply meant buying any company he disliked, in a straightforward and brutal manner.
He'd become the boss, personally transforming it into his desired shape.
Besides that, all investments were blitzkrieg tactics, pursuing the ultimate short-term gains!
"So, it doesn't matter if it's a billion, a hundred billion, or a trillion! We only have one mission:
Use every means possible to get this money, designated by Chairman Su, into the French stock market as quickly as possible!
This is the only way we can prove we deserve our salaries! Understand?!"
"Understood!"
Once the battle horn sounded, every second here was worth its weight in gold.
For Su Hao, a single second is worlds apart from a second for an ordinary person.
Because, in his investment principles, even a second's delay could mean the loss of tens or hundreds of billions of dollars!
"Come on! What's our department's motto?!"
"Follow Chairman Su, abandon ego, execute orders!"
"Very good! Everyone, get moving!"
Liang Haiyuan, while pumping his men up, also grabbed another phone.
He was going to personally "greet" those institutions that stubbornly refused to lend their shares, hindering their establishment of short positions.
However, how could he achieve Chairman Su's goals without thoroughly "greeting" them until they vomited?
However, deep inside him, a huge question mark was flashing wildly.
'But honestly... can the market really absorb such a large volume?'
To be honest, after experiencing several of Chairman Su's "sniper battles" involving hundreds of billions, he thought his heart had been forged as hard as diamond.
But to everyone's surprise, not long after, something even more outrageous happened:
One hundred billion!
And it was a precise short-selling attack on the stock market of a sovereign nation!
This kind of madness that defies common sense, this audacity to treat hundreds of billions like dirt, this isn't just madness, this is defying the heavens!