Chapter 59: Impossible, absolutely impossible!

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Of course, it wasn't that the Market Supervision Department truly thought that way.
Rather, they anticipated that once this matter was exposed, the overwhelming public opinion would likely push this team into the eye of the storm, making it difficult to handle.
After all, in this world, nothing is more enviable and psychologically unbalanced than watching others make a fortune while you can only starve.
"With this amount of capital, we might be able to barely keep things under control. But what if..."
Li Xingyuan's gaze deepened, his tone grave.
"If next time, these guys don't just have 250 million, but a whopping 250 billion, or even more, and pull off something like this again... what would that be like?"
Fang Jun felt a chill run down his spine, cold sweat breaking out:
"That...that's unimaginable! It would be an absolute disaster!"
Today, they only used 250 million for short-term trading, and they'd already thrown the entire exchange system and their market supervision department into chaos.
If next time they entered the market with hundreds of billions...
That would definitely be a financial tsunami! A complete and utter disaster!
Leaving nothing but devastation!
"Keep a close eye on them! These guys are definitely not to be trifled with!"
Li Xingyuan commanded decisively.
"Judging by their actions, they're definitely not going to stop here! Their appetite is bigger than we imagined!"
"Yes, Director!"
Someone once said that the Market Supervision Department is a constantly honed blade.
It's designed to be able to strike decisively and cleanly, leaving no room for future trouble, to cut off all illegal and irregular activities!
Therefore, they need undeniable "legitimacy," and even more so, irrefutable "evidence."
The identity of the leader of this mysterious team remains unknown to them.
But Li Xingyuan firmly believes that something fishy is going on behind the scenes!
Either they've used some unknown insider information, or they've employed some sophisticated manipulation techniques.
Otherwise, such outrageously high returns would be impossible!
“But, Director…” Fang Jun suddenly had a bold, even absurd, thought,
“What if… I mean, what if… all of this really is just based on pure ability?”
Li Xingyuan was taken aback at first, then chuckled and waved his hand:
“Ability? What a joke! If this were truly based on ability, then in a few years, the world's richest person would be a Chinese person for the first time! And an unprecedented financial king!”
A heavy silence fell over the office.
After a long while, Li Xingyuan seemed amused by his own words, shaking his head:
“Ahem… what nonsense are we talking about?”
“Yes, Director, hehe… it must be manipulation, some kind of illegal operation we haven't yet uncovered!”
Fang Jun chuckled awkwardly.
“Purely based on ability? Impossible… I’ll keep a close eye on them. Report to you immediately if I find any clues!”
“Okay, go ahead. Report any new developments immediately.”
“Yes!”
The world’s richest man?
Li Xingyuan quickly dismissed this unrealistic thought.
What a joke! How could our country possibly produce a financial monster of that caliber?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
***
Night fell, and the city lights came on.
Su Hao and his big boss, the one who had rescued him from unemployment—the Chairman—were sitting in one of their favorite barbecue restaurants.
Barbecue and alcohol, the more you drink, the better.
"Hey kid, what's going on? How do you manage to keep getting these ridiculously high returns, time and time again? Tell me honestly, are you possessed by some kind of stock market guru?"
The chairman poured Su Hao a drink while giving him a look of utter disbelief.
"Hehe, Brother Huang, what are you saying?" Su Hao picked up a skewer, happily popped it into his mouth, and mumbled,
"Luck, just pure luck."
"Luck? Ha! You're something else now, all grown up and trying to pull this kind of act with me, huh?"
Huang Fengwen chuckled, taking a swig of beer.
"If this were luck, you'd win the lottery jackpot ten or eight times over, wouldn't you? Do you think I'm some three-year-old who's so easily fooled?"
At the barbecue stall, rows of charred skewers of meat lay on the iron rack, oil dripping from the bamboo skewers into the charcoal, occasionally igniting a cluster of blue flames.
Tomorrow was the weekend, so the two decided to drink freely, chatting animatedly over their skewers.
"To be honest, I'm feeling a bit...uneasy right now."
Huang Fengwen suddenly sighed, a complex expression on his face.
"What's wrong, Brother Huang? What's bothering you?"
"I genuinely wanted to give you a hand when I brought you into the company, to give you a proper job instead of you just lounging at home and sponging off your parents.
But now, it seems like I'm the one who's been benefiting from your success all along, the one who's been helping me and carrying me to new heights?"
"Oh, Brother Huang, you're too kind!"
Su Hao quickly picked up his glass.
"If it weren't for you rescuing me from that moldy doghouse and giving me food, I'd probably still be working as a laborer in some corner!
I, Su Hao, will remember this kindness for the rest of my life! It's only right that I do something for you!"
"No, Su Hao, I mean it." Huang Fengwen waved his hand, his expression extremely earnest.
"I'm truly grateful to you from the bottom of my heart! Sometimes I think, in this life, I, Huang, may not have many other skills, but my eye for talent and this inexplicable luck with benefactors, hey, it's really damn good!"
"Alright, alright, Brother Huang, if you keep saying such mushy things, I'll get goosebumps all over and give you a treat!"
Su Hao quickly filled Huang Fengwen's glass.
"Come on, let's drink! I'll toast you!"
"Hahaha, good lad, I have to drink your toast!"
Huang Fengwen was amused, picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp.
"By the way, did you see the recent game update?
I heard my class got nerfed again, is that true?
Those damn game designers, are they jealous because my class is too strong, and they're targeting me again!"
"Come on, Brother Huang, your class deserves a nerf. You could kill everything with your eyes closed, it's like the official's favorite child, so strong it's almost unbalanced!"
"Bullshit! You don't know anything!"
...
And so, the two temporarily put their work aside.
They chatted about the game animatedly, spittle flying everywhere, like two energetic young men who had just come out of an internet cafe after an all-nighter.
After chatting like this for almost two hours, Huang Fengwen suddenly slapped his thigh:
"Oh dear, look at my memory! I was so busy chatting and playing games with you that I almost forgot about the important matter."