He could recite this number by heart - it was the vice president of the principal securities firm Father Zhao Jianguo.
this point in time.
Zhao Chen is connected, press the hands-free button.
"Chairman Zhao, excuse me."
The other party's voice was polite, but he couldn't hide his anxiety.
"It's really an emergency. Pledged Shares, your father's side, we can't handle it any longer."
The air in the office suddenly tightened.
"After the news about Lin Wanqing came out today, several investment management institutions simultaneously sent letters requesting a re-evaluation of Mr. Zhao Jianguo's pledge Risk Exposure."
The other party paused, "We have spent an afternoon internally with Model, and there is a high probability that Liquidation Threshold cannot be defended."
Zhang Qingxue's fingers stopped on the keyboard.
Chen Xi's breathing became lighter.
Su Wantang lowered his eyes.
"Liquidation Threshold is set at 5.5 blocks." The other party continued,
"Based on Friday's closing price of 6.72, there is still less than 20% room.
But when your father's case comes to court on Monday, we can't predict how the market sentiment will go.
If the stock price falls below 5.5 yuan..."
He didn't finish.
Zhao Chen finished for him:
"You will liquidate before the market closes on Monday."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.
"There's nothing we can do." The other person's voice was filled with fatigue.
"Chairman Zhao, you are a sensible person. The current situation is no longer something that our family can have the final say on."
Zhao Chen did not get angry or question.
He held the phone and his voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard:
"I understand."
The phone hangs up.
There was no discussion immediately in the office.
Chen Xi's fingers are still hanging above the keyboard and have not fallen down.
Zhang Qingxue and Fountain Pen stopped on the paper, and a small black spot appeared on the ink.
Su Wantang stood by the window, the lines of his side face outlined in a soft outline by the city lights.
Three seconds.
Five seconds.
Zhao Chen Put the phone on the table with the screen facing down.
"The statement has been issued."
There was no emotion in his voice, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him, "How is the public reaction?"
Chen Xi was the first to come to his senses.
She took a deep breath, turned her attention away from the bombshell "the brokerage firm wants to liquidate", and quickly switched back to the public opinion monitoring background.
"Currently, it has been retweeted more than 30,000 times and has 7,000 comments."
She spoke very quickly, still maintaining the usual order, "Public opinion feedback is divided into three levels-"
"The first level is ordinary netizens.
Most of the focus is on Lin Wanqing's 'third party's real action' and your 'reserved right to pursue liability'.
The two most liked articles in the comment area said, "So Ms. Lin is indeed San'er, so why is she wronged?"
Another one said, 'Zhao Chen's response is very strong, like someone who is doing something important'."
"Second floor, Financial Media.
The differentiation is quite obvious. The bullish group believes that Henglong governance is being standardized, All Bad News Out;
The bearish group insists on asking, 'Why don't you deny the existence of illegitimate children first', questioning the statement and avoiding the important."
She paused and switched to the third screen:
"The third level is institutional investors.
Currently, Xi Family investment banks have proactively contacted us, two asking about the audit and rectification progress, two asking about the impact of your father's court hearing on Monday on the company's strategy. No one asked about the illegitimate child."
She concluded. "The attitude of institutions is calmer than that of retail investors.
What they are really worried about is not how many illegitimate children Zhao Family has, but whether this incident will affect Henglong's subsequent business decisions."
Zhang Qingxue follows up from Chen Xi:
"The concerns on the agency side focus on two points."
She opened her notebook and spoke at a steady pace:
"First, the stability of corporate governance.
After the Lin Wanqing incident breaks out, the market will re-evaluate the risk of management infighting within Henglong.
She is Finance Director from Henglong, and there are seven or eight senior executives in her department.
Institutions will be worried - will you clean it next? Will business continuity be affected during the cleaning process?"
"Second, the chain reaction of your father Pledged Shares."
She pushed up her glasses,
"Institutions don't know this yet, but if the stock price drops significantly on Monday, they will know it soon."
She didn't say "close the position" or "Overselling".
But everyone knew what she was talking about.
Su Wantang walked over from the window and sat down on the sofa opposite Zhao Chen.
She didn't look at the data or analyze public opinion, she just spoke quietly:
"Retail investors don't understand Pledged Shares, and they don't care about Liquidation Threshold.
They only care about one thing - whether Lin Wanqing said you framed your father is true or not."
She paused:
"The statement says 'never summoned by Police', which can clarify that the frame-up is not established. But between 'not established' and 'completely innocent', there is still a gap in public opinion."
She looked at Zhao Chen:
"If you leave this blank, will Lin Wanqing continue to be a monster?"
The office was quiet for a few seconds.
Zhao Chen did not answer the call.
His eyes fell on the cell phone clasped on the table, as if he was thinking about something.
The current balance of public opinion is temporarily tilted towards Zhao Chen because of the marriage certificate evidence.
Chen Xi was about to report the latest public opinion data when Zhang Qingxue's phone rang.
She looked down at the caller ID and frowned.
The call was connected, the speakerphone was not turned on, and the call was listened to for less than twenty seconds.
"... Are you sure?"
What was said on the other side.
"Okay, I understand. Call me anytime if there is any progress."
She hung up the phone, raised her head, and her face darkened in a rare way.