lerbook Chapter 405 The three leisurely people.
Chapter 405 The three leisurely people.
Another option flashed through his mind: immediately switch to a long position! Take advantage of the current low price, snap up shares, repay the debts incurred from short selling, and perhaps he could barely break even...
But this thought was quickly extinguished by a deeper fear—what if, when they turned around, that madman suddenly reversed course and went long, driving up the stock price? Or even attracting other speculative buyers?
The losses from forced liquidation of short positions will be devastating!
A dilemma!
To the left is an abyss, to the right is a precipice!
Cao Yunji's face was deathly pale, and the back of his shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
He glanced at the other bigwigs around him, whose expressions were equally grave, yet whose eyes conveyed urging and pressure.
"Damn it!" Zhou Chongzheng squeezed out the word through gritted teeth, his eyes cold and carrying an unquestionable command.
The other bigwigs also nodded silently.
The arrow is on the bowstring, and it must be released! There's no turning back!
Cao Yunji hardened his heart, a reckless and violent rage surging within him. He roared at the trader, "Fine! Then eat it! Ten thousand lots at a time, smash it! Smash it through! I want to see just how hard this turtle shell is!"
The trader's fingers trembled as he typed commands on the keyboard.
On the screen, massive sell orders of 10,000 lots each, like boulders thrown by dense black catapults, relentlessly and fiercely pounded against the steel barrier of 400,000 lots!
Every collision is accompanied by a flash of massive transaction volume! Every flash signifies the annihilation of tens of millions of dollars!
Hongdou Building, fourth floor, trading room.
A series of loud transaction notification sounds rang out.
Shen Jun and Yang Bin stared nervously at the sell orders on the screen, which were in groups of ten thousand, moving as rhythmically as the beat of a marching drum. Their palms were sweating.
This coordinated sell-off, clearly driven by tactical intent, is a declaration to the world: the major players have made their move! They're determined to fight to the bitter end!
"Boss! They've started eating! One thousand hands per group, very determined!" Shen Jun's voice was tense.
Yang Bin also looked at Ye Fan: "Boss, should we add some more orders? Or maybe try to disrupt things a bit?"
Ye Fan leaned back lazily in his chair, even casually swishing it around, a playful yet slightly mocking smile playing on his lips, as if the thrilling financial battle on the screen was nothing more than a boring numbers game: "Eat? Let them eat."
His voice was unusually relaxed: "Their ability to absorb it is their skill; perhaps they can barely break even."
He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze becoming deep and sharp: "But... what if some big players smell blood, or retail investors who have recovered from their panic and start jumping on the bandwagon to buy at the bottom..."
Ye Fan stood up, patted Shen Jun and Yang Bin on their tense shoulders, and said with absolute control, "Then they've really lost out; they can't even recognize their own mothers!"
"Let's go," Ye Fan stretched, as if he had just finished watching a boring movie. "This place is no fun. Let's go to the lounge and ask Sister Lin to get us some drinks to perk us up."
After saying that, he turned and walked out of the smoke-filled trading room without looking back.
Shen Jun and Yang Bin looked at each other, both seeing extreme shock and a hint of bewilderment in each other's eyes.
A game involving hundreds of millions of dollars and a battle of hundreds of thousands of hands, in the eyes of the boss, is it really as casual as brushing a speck of dust off his shoulder?
The two quickly followed.
Casual tea and snack area.
Warm sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the air with the sweet aroma of freshly ground coffee and pastries, creating a world apart from the cold, data-driven atmosphere of the trading room.
When Lin Wei saw Ye Fan and the other two approaching, she immediately smiled warmly: "President Ye, Manager Shen, Manager Yang, the usual?"
"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Sister Lin." Ye Fan casually sat down on a comfortable sofa, his gaze fixed on the bustling street scene outside the window, as if the turmoil that had just occurred had never happened.
Soon, Lin Wei served the drinks: Ye Fan's Longjing tea, Shen Jun's iced Americano, Yang Bin's juice, and several exquisite pastries.
Shen Jun and Yang Bin held their cups, their fingertips still trembling slightly from nervousness.
They watched Ye Fan across from them, calm and collected, even starting to poke at a small piece of cake with his fork, their hearts churning with turmoil:
A battle of hundreds of millions of dollars...
The stock market's brutal crackdown that determines the fate of countless people...
For the boss, it really is just a matter of "waiting to count the money" and "having a drink"!
This level of understanding is beyond their comprehension.
The two silently took a sip of their drinks, trying to suppress the turmoil in their hearts, only to find that the liquid in their glasses had a complex and indescribable taste.
Ye Fan, however, was already lost in his own thoughts. The sunlight outside the window fell on his profile, outlining an unfathomable calm.
......
Ye Fan, Shen Jun, and Yang Bin stayed in the lounge the entire morning until the market closed.
They sipped the drinks Lin Wei had carefully prepared, scrolled through their phones, and occasionally chatted about trivial matters, as if the fierce battle involving hundreds of millions of dollars in the trading room downstairs had nothing to do with them.
The afternoon sun shone lazily in, creating an atmosphere that was unbelievably relaxing.
At noon, Ye Fan even leisurely took Miao Zi to the company cafeteria for a simple meal, completely acting like a hands-off boss.
It was exactly 2 PM.
On the main screen of the trading room, the buy orders representing Ye Fan's hundreds of thousands of "Iron Wall" were finally exhausted under the continuous, tidal wave of sell orders from the other side!
As the notification sounded that the last sell order of 10,000 lots had been executed, the massive barrier that had once stood in front of the limit-down price completely disappeared!
Shen Jun and Yang Bin exchanged a glance, both thinking the same thing: "Is it over? Is that all for today?"
Although the boss said it was a sure thing, seeing the carefully laid defenses breached left me feeling somewhat empty.
however!
The very next second after those hundreds of thousands of hands were "eaten" clean!
An unexpected scene unfolded!
Just one cent above the limit down price, without warning, another buy order of 50,000 lots suddenly appeared!
It's like a new flag, much smaller but still dazzling, stubbornly rising on the ruins that have just been bombed flat!
"Holy crap!" Shen Jun almost spat out his drink, and Yang Bin sat up abruptly.
Ye Fan, who had remained calm and composed throughout, raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Huh? 'Old Six''''s snatching up a bargain? This small organization's got some nerve!"
This sudden surge of 50,000 hands was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the newly formed illusion of a "flat plain"!
This sends a very subtle signal: not everyone in the market believes that Shenmu Coal should hit its daily limit down! Some are trying to buy the dip!
These 50,000 lots, like candles flickering in the wind, were swallowed up by the surging sell orders in less than a minute by Cao Yunji's side's furious subsequent dumping of shares!
The silent confrontation was more thrilling than any gunfire.