He didn't read the message.
The first call was made to the number Chen Xi.
The phone only rang once and was picked up.
"Zhao Zong."
Chen Xi's voice - has never been so tight.
"Say."
"The stock price has dropped below 6 yuan." She spoke very quickly, but every word was as clear as a knife.
"It opened at 6.55 and was still fluctuating around 6.4 before ten o'clock.
At ten o'clock sharp, after the news of the court hearing came, some people started to place large orders and smash the market."
Zhao Chen said nothing.
"By 10:30, it has dropped to 5.98. Ten o'clock west, 5.92. Just now--"
She paused:
"The lowest hit was 5.88 just now."
Zhao Chen's knuckles were slightly white when holding the mobile phone.
5.88.
Compared with the closing price of Friday, which was 6.72, it fell 12.5%.
He heard the sound of typing on the keyboard from the other end of the phone. Chen Xi must have been watching the market while talking.
"Those Short Selling organizations took action when everyone thought the dust had settled and they were relaxing their vigilance."
Zhao Chen said nothing.
He was standing on the steps at the door of Court, surrounded by media that had not yet dispersed. Someone was calling his name, and the shutter was ringing.
But he couldn't hear anything.
There was only one thought in his mind:
What the hell am I doing?
"Zhao Zong?" Chen Xi's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Zhao Zong, are you still listening?"
"Here." He spoke, his voice surprisingly calm, "What's going on now?"
"There are still seven minutes left for the morning closing, and the stock price is pulling around 5.9."
Zhao Chen glanced at his watch.
"Two things." He said, speaking faster than usual, but still clearly,
"First, immediately complete the supplementary pledge procedures with the brokerage and ask them to cooperate in issuing an announcement to eliminate the risk of liquidation, which will be sent out before the market opens this afternoon. Second -"
He paused:
"I'll be at the company in ten minutes. Please prepare the funds and don't operate for the time being. Wait for me to come back."
"Understood."
The phone hangs up.
Zhao Chen walked down the steps quickly.
Zhang Qingxue followed him without asking anything.
She was standing nearby just now, and she had already heard the outline from Zhao Chen's words.
The car was parked on the side of the road, and the driver had already started it.
Zhao Chen opened the door and got into the back seat.
"Go back to the company. Hurry."
The moment the car rushed out, he leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.
My mind is very confused.
But it's not the stock price that's in trouble.
It's something else.
He's been too smooth lately.
Starting from Rights Issue, to Lin Wanqing self-destructing, to Zhao Jianguo signing the agreement, to yesterday's one-sided victory on Board of Directors--
Everything is within his plan.
Every step is on point.
Every opponent was pinned to death by him.
He's so smooth.
It's so easy to forget that there are always people you don't know in this market, waiting to bite you somewhere you don't pay attention to.
He remembered this morning, when he was sitting in the car and looking at the gray-white building Court, what was he thinking?
Not the stock price.
Not those people from Short Selling.
When will I visit Shen Zhiyi's parents again?
It is a day that ordinary people can finally breathe a sigh of relief after a great war.
While he was thinking about relaxing, others were thinking about how to bite him to death.
Zhao Chen Open your eyes.
The street view outside the car window recedes rapidly.
He suddenly remembered last November, when he first decided Short Selling Henglong.
At that time, he had nothing. No team, no money.
There are only those memories about the future in my mind, and a determination to risk everything.
At that time, he took every step carefully, made every decision over and over again, and regarded every opponent as a life-or-death enemy.
What now?
He has more shares, a team, and money.
But what does he think of his opponent?
The defeated general. The clown. The person destined to lose.
Then, when he was at his most proud, someone gave him a blow on the head.
"Xiao Chen." Zhang Qingxue's voice came from the side.
"Don't blame yourself too much. Stock price fluctuations are normal. Short Selling institutions chose to take action at this time because this is what they are waiting for--
Everyone thought the dust had settled and let down their guard. It's not your fault."
Zhao Chen shook his head.
"It's my fault."
He paused:
"I've recently had a bloat."
Zhang Qingxue said nothing.
"Starting from Sanjiang Shopping," Zhao Chen continued,
"Every step was so smooth. Lin Wanqing blew himself up. I thought I was forcing it.
Zhao Jianguo signed the agreement, I thought it was up to me.
I thought I won the match that Board of Directors played yesterday."
He smiled, and the smile was very bitter:
"Actually? Luck accounts for most of it. If it weren't for Lin Wanqing's interview, Zhao Jianguo might not have signed the agreement so quickly.
If she hadn't refused to cover her position, the brokerage firm might not have turned to our side. If not..."
He didn't finish.
But he knew what he really wanted to say--
If he hadn't been reborn, if he hadn't known those things in the future, he would be nothing now.
Those things made him think he was capable of anything.
Let him forget that there will always be people smarter, calmer, and more ruthless than you in this market.
The car drove over an overpass, and the sunlight came in from the side, casting alternating light and dark stripes on his face.
Zhang Qingxue looked at him and suddenly said softly:
"Xiao Chen, do you know what I admire most about you?"
Zhao Chen did not answer.
"It's not that you have a good vision or that you are ruthless." Zhang Qingxue said,