Chapter 81: Let's get this stagnant pool moving again!

"Mr. Su! The list of American Depositary Receipts and hedge funds you requested is ready!"
A capable and efficient subordinate respectfully placed a thick stack of documents on Su Hao's mahogany desk.
Su Hao, the pillar of Fanghuan Investment, nicknamed "Human Money Printing Machine," hummed in agreement, his slender fingers lightly tapping the edge of the documents:
"These are all related to the German stock market, right?"
"Absolutely! They were all selected as instructed, specifically the most aggressive and ruthless short-selling funds!
Each one is sharpening their knives, ready to wreak havoc!"
The subordinate's tone carried a barely perceptible excitement.
Short-selling funds, as the name suggests, are professional "short sellers" in the market, financial vultures that prey on market crashes.
The more widespread the market panic and fear, the more money they can make.
Among these, the most reckless and daring "mad dog" short-selling funds are the most conspicuous.
They're responsible for both the killing and the burial, and they even like to dance on other people's graves!
At this moment, Su Hao's team presented him with a detailed list of such "short-selling funds."
Su Hao slowly picked up the list, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, scanning the thick stack of documents.
His brain, like the most sophisticated supercomputer, was working at lightning speed.
What are these funds' investment strategies and operating styles?
How much capital do they have as ammunition?
Which sectors are they primarily targeting?
He read line by line, cramming this information into his brain like a duck being force-fed.
Until a certain moment, it was as if a crisp "ding" sounded in his mind, a flash of inspiration!
"!"
It's here! This is the feeling! It's like an electric current coursing through his body!
Su Hao quickly circled several fund names that "felt right," then scribbled a string of numbers next to them in a flamboyant style.
As for the specific amount to invest?
For him, this was never a mathematical problem requiring rigorous calculation; it was more like a matter of metaphysics.
He'd first jot down a rough number, then, like haggling over a vegetable price, he'd fluctuate it up and down until a certain number felt "right," and that was it!
A series of smooth, efficient steps completed.
He casually handed the annotated document back to his subordinate:
"Invest in these funds I've marked! The amount should be exactly the circled numbers, not a penny more, not a penny less!"
"Yes, Mr. Su!"
The subordinate took the document and dashed out like a greased ant.
No sooner had he left than another figure rushed in, in a flurry of activity.
"Mr. Su, the list of Hong Kong funds you asked me to prepare last time is ready!
By the way, our domestic securities firm, CITIC Securities, has recently launched a high-risk, high-return fund product through its Hong Kong asset management company.
I think it's quite to your liking, so I've included it for you."
Su Hao raised an eyebrow, intrigued: "Oh? They're even bolder than I thought?"
“Exactly! They mainly target the European stock market, and coincidentally, the ‘Zhongda’ automaker we’re targeting is also within their main focus area!”
The young man paused, then continued his report,
“Their asset management division has spawned quite a few unconventional ventures.
Of course, their methods are too risky; they only had a brief period of popularity when they first launched, attracting some speculative capital. Now, well, they’re a bit waning.”
Su Hao’s lips curled into a playful smile:
“Oh? Interesting. If we inject some capital into their scheme, could we revitalize this stagnant pool?”
“Absolutely! Mr. Su, since they’ve already raised the ‘high risk, high return’ banner, they’re probably not going to hold back.
At a crucial moment, they might just be a surprise weapon for us, delivering a fatal blow to their opponents.”
“Interesting…” Su Hao thought to himself, let’s get the leading domestic securities firm to lend a hand!
"Okay, transfer the money to them according to the amount I specified!"
"Understood!"
And so, Su Hao, with a flourish of his pen, poured out hundreds of millions of dollars.
This staggering seven billion dollars, in his hands, was like New Year's money, scattered and fragmented, like petals falling from a sky fairy into dozens of different baskets.
Actually, to save trouble, he could have simply stormed into the Frankfurt Stock Exchange and launched a massive short-selling attack on the stocks of these giants.
But the problem was, these giants were massive corporations, with market capitalizations exceeding 100 billion euros; Su Hao's seven billion dollars wasn't something he could easily smear.
Liquidity aside, the German financial regulators weren't pushovers.
Such a massive influx of funds openly shorting the market could be shut down in a heartbeat for "disrupting market order."
And, most importantly—his intuition!
Su Hao's weather-forecast-like intuition told him that making a move directly at the Frankfurt Stock Exchange...
Wait! Something's not right!
On the contrary, every time he looked through those diverse lists of funds, breaking down and distributing his capital...
that strange premonition of "this is it!" kept welling up inside him.
That's why he had his men relentlessly scour various related funds.
It looked like casting a wide net, but in reality, it was laying a trap.
'This is strange,' Su Hao thought to himself,
'These funds, no matter how you look at them, seem incredibly promising! What earth-shattering event is brewing behind all this?'