Chapter 351: Financial Wonders of the 21st Century

“At first, we thought it was just a coincidence, but now the situation is quite clear!”
An executive reported, his face ashen.
“All our heavily invested assets are being precisely targeted by a mysterious force; their stock prices are wildly fluctuating, completely out of control!”
A few days ago, Louis received a disturbing intelligence report.
The report stated that the EU had reached an agreement with “Fanghuan Investment,” a capital giant from the East, which would inject an astronomical sum of money to stabilize the European market.
Most critically, the agreement contained a devilish clause:
After completing its market stabilization mission, Fanghuan Investment had the right to “dispose of” the remaining funds at its discretion.
This was practically an officially certified “market manipulation license”!
Allowing them to manipulate stock prices at will!
Is this even reasonable?!
Ironically, it was said that the US market miraculously recovered thanks to similar ruthless methods employed by this company.
"Clearly, the EU also wants to replicate the American miracle..."
"But they didn't expect these lunatics from the East to be playing the damn short-term game?!" Louis roared.
"Yes, Mr. Louis. Normally, such large-scale, high-frequency trading should have been stopped by financial regulators long ago.
But now, no one has stepped in to stop it, which proves that this is Fang Huan's doing!
They are using huge sums of money to indiscriminately bombard the entire European market!"
This is simply a financial spectacle of the 21st century!
A lawless madman is single-handedly stirring up the capital winds of the entire European continent!
Using the most barbaric and brutal indiscriminate bombardment!
"But... unexpectedly, this tactic is actually effective.
As the market index was forcibly driven up, countless funds and investment companies began to follow suit, and retail investors also poured in like madmen. The only problem is..."
The reporting executive took a deep breath and stated the most terrifying fact.
“All the stocks we shorted were liquidated; while all the stocks we went long are plummeting!”
“You mean…” Louis’s face turned deathly pale, “All our stock holdings are losing money?”
“Yes, Mr. Louis.”
“Every single one?”
“Every single one. Without exception.”
“What does this mean? It means Fang Huan… is launching a premeditated and precise attack on us!” Louis slammed his fist on the table.
But how could this be?!
ENIC is a privately held company. Their investment portfolio and financial arrangements are top secrets known only to their core executives.
This means…
Louis’s gaze slowly swept over everyone in the conference room, his eyes cold and suspicious.
“There’s… a mole among us?!”
“!?”
In the conference room, all the executives instinctively looked at those around them, their eyes filled with suspicion and fear. Everyone frantically shook their heads, vehemently denying it.
“…”
Louis felt a splitting headache.
Outside, there are positions that are collapsing, and inside, there's the task of catching spies. This is hellish!
Just then, a faint voice came from a corner.
"I warned you back then, Chairman... whatever you do, don't mess with Fang Huan."
Louis suddenly remembered.
Back then, when he greedily offered Fang Huan several times the price, hoping to sell Tottenham to them for a huge profit, a senior executive did indeed stand up and advise him against it.
In today's international financial markets, there's an unwritten rule:
You can mess with the bulls of Wall Street, you can touch the crocodiles of the Middle East, but never touch the dragon of the East.
However, Louis ignored this advice.
He only thought of treating the other party as a foolish, rich country bumpkin from the East, to fleece him mercilessly!
Now it seems he was wrong, terribly wrong.
The rumors were indeed true:
No matter who the opponent is, Fang Huan Investment will never forget his grudges!
Just like now, in the bloodiest, most brutal way!
***
"Everyone's worked so hard!"
As the market closing bell rang, Su Hao's calm voice, tinged with a hint of amusement, came clearly through everyone's earpieces.
The entire trading hall seemed to have its last taut string pulled, instantly relaxing.
"Oh my god, it's finally over..."
"Ahhh, my back..."
A chorus of heavy, relieved breaths filled the air.
Bodyskins, drained of energy, slumped in their chairs, as if they had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses.
The air conditioning was on full blast, the blasts almost freezing, but it couldn't quell the perspiration seeping from their very bones.
This was partly due to the heat radiating from hundreds of computer mainframes, but the main reason stemmed from the extreme tension—a tension so intense that even blinking was a luxury, a tension that could break any nerve!
"Damn, my fingers don't even feel like my own anymore, they're all numb."
"Don't even mention it, my whole body feels stiff, even the slightest movement makes a cracking sound."
Amidst the chorus of groans, a series of relieved groans filled the air.
Liang Haiyuan stood a short distance away, watching these nearly exhausted young people, a smile of relief and nostalgia on his face.
"Back in the day, I was in the same boat, practically steaming from exhaustion," he said with deep emotion.
"Yeah, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye, I really miss those days," Liu Bo chimed in.
"I remember back then, when we were dealing with billions in transactions, we felt like the sky was falling, our souls were about to fly away.
Now, compared to Chairman Su's scale...
Hey, that's just child's play, not even a speck!"
Not just Liang Haiyuan, but all the veteran employees who had followed Su Hao since the inception of the Special Trading Department, experiencing countless brutal market battles, wore similar expressions of composure and pride, the air of seasoned veterans.
Liang Haiyuan cleared his throat and asked:
"How's the transaction statistics? Did anyone make a mistake today?"
"President Liang, you might not believe it," said Li Huilin, who was in charge of statistics, her eyes filled with disbelief,
"We checked twice today, and the error rate is 0%! Not a single mistake!"
"What?! Zero? Is that even possible?" Liang Haiyuan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"So many people, all doing this for the first time, such high-intensity operations, and not a single mistake?"
"I also think it's outrageous, but that's how the data is. I was shocked myself when the report came out."
Liang Haiyuan recalled the slightly green, even a bit dim-witted faces in the audience during the training session. He had expected the error rate to be ridiculously high.
"I can only say, Chairman Su's eye is damn sharp!" Liang Haiyuan slapped his thigh.
"This isn't some talent reassignment; it's clearly a precise selection of a batch of 'ruthless order-placing machines'!
Each one is emotionless, single-minded, and executes orders precisely—they were practically born for this kind of large-scale battle!"