A certain securities firm Trading Room.
The gold-rimmed glasses trader's expression changed.
"Boss, someone has entered the scene." His voice was tight,
"Three transactions of 15 million shares, the first one swept all the selling orders from 5.81 to 5.9."
The fund manager stared at the screen.
"Who?"
"Cayman Islands's account," the trader said, "Cannot find the ownership."
The fund manager tapped his fingers on the table a few times.
Then he laughed.
"Interesting." He said, "It seems that there will be reinforcements for this scene."
He stood up:
"Put all our shares at 6 yuan. I want to see if this new friend dares to take this offer."
The trader was stunned for a moment:
"Boss, that's our last ammunition. Just in case..."
"Nothing unexpected." The fund manager interrupted him,
"He spent at least more than 80 million on the three transactions he just made. How much money can he still have now?"
He paused:
"I don't believe it. These days there are still people using one or two billion to protect others in Secondary Market."
The trader gritted his teeth and typed on the keyboard.
On the screen, a wall suddenly appeared at the price of 6.00--
Sell order for 25 million shares.
This is Short Sellers's most solid city wall.
Short Sellers is waiting for new friends, and Zhao Chen is also waiting for this mysterious fund.
As the main force in the Bulls and Bears duel, both parties want to know whether this mysterious fund will swallow up these 25 million shares in one go.
However, what surprised them was that the other party didn't make any move.
After buying up 15 million shares from the short side, the mysterious fund seemed to be at the end of its tether and was helpless in the face of a sell order of 25 million shares.
Chen Xi stared at the screen, his fingers hovering above the keyboard, motionless.
"Stop?" she murmured, as if she couldn't believe it.
Zhang Qingxue pushed up his glasses and frowned. "What do you mean? All the money has been spent? Or..."
Zhao Chen said nothing.
He just looked at the line across 5.98.
From 3:15 to 3:20, 5 minutes passed.
There are almost no new buy and sell orders.
The stock price seemed to have been cast a restraining spell, fluctuating slightly between 5.97-5.98.
Over there, it was also surprisingly quiet.
Those 25 million shares are still hanging at 6.00, like a great wall of silence, preventing the barbarians from going south to herd horses.
"They are also waiting and watching." Chen Xi said,
"They were stunned by the three big orders just now, and they don't dare to take action easily now."
She paused:
"But if the mysterious funds are really withdrawn, they will definitely come back."
Zhang Qingxue looked at Zhao Chen:
"Shall we..."
Zhao Chen raised his hand.
"Wait."
He only has this word.
At 3:10 in the afternoon, a certain securities firm Trading Room.
The trader with gold-rimmed glasses stared at the screen, his palms all sweaty.
"Boss, that money... seems to have been withdrawn."
His voice was a little weak, "There has been no movement for 5 minutes."
The fund manager stood behind him, his eyes gloomy.
"Withdrawn?" He sneered, "When he took our 15 million shares just now, he didn't show mercy. Don't be careless."
The trader swallowed:
"Could it be... that we really ran out of money? Those three transactions cost at least 80 million.
Including the small orders we competed with before, the inflow of funds today is at least more than 200 million, close to 300 million.
Who would invest so much money in a stock in one day?
That Zhao Chen, there are no shares that can be pledged now, right?"
The fund manager was silent for a few seconds.
Then he shook his head:
"No. It's waiting."
"What are you waiting for?"
"Wait until we show our flaws."
The trader was stunned for a moment.
The fund manager turned around, walked to the window, and turned his back to him.
"Take out 20 million of the 25 million shares worth 6 yuan, and leave 5 million on hold."
He said, "Give it a try and see if the other party can move."
He paused:
"I don't believe it. It can hang until the closing price."
The next twenty full minutes.
The market is like a pool of stagnant water.
The 5 million shares at 6.00 are still hanging there.
Between 5.95 and 5.98, there were occasionally a few transactions of Sporadic Trades, which added up to less than 500,000 shares.
Chen Xi's fingers have begun to become stiff.
"Zhao Zong," she said softly, "There are only twenty minutes left before the market closes."
Zhao Chen said nothing, he was very curious about the owner of this mysterious fund.
Are you buying chips at low prices?
Or do you know that you will stabilize the stock price and take advantage of the opportunity to make the difference?
Zhang Qingxue couldn't help but ask, "Do you think that mysterious account will still take action?"
Zhao Chen was silent for a few seconds.
Then he shook his head:
"I don't know."
Zhang Qingxue was stunned.
This was the first time she heard Zhao Chen say "I don't know".
"But if he doesn't take action," Chen Xi added, "The short side will definitely counterattack. The 20 million shares withdrawn for 6 yuan may become a bargaining chip at any time."
Zhao Chen nodded:
"I know."
He paused:
"So we just have to wait."
Silence fell in the office.
Only the second hand of the clock on the wall was beating one tick after another.
Three o'clock west ten.
Three o'clock west fifteen.
Three fifty.
Three fifty-five.
There are still five minutes until closing.
At 3:58 p. m., a certain securities firm Trading Room.
The fund manager glanced at the clock.
The last two minutes.
A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Withdraw."
The trader was stunned for a moment. "Withdraw what?"
"Cancel the order." The fund manager said, "Cancel all the 5 million shares worth 6 yuan."
The trader's hand paused:
"Boss, then our defense line will be exposed..."
"I know." The fund manager interrupted him, "Start now and hit me as hard as you can."
He pointed at the screen:
"The 5 million shares withdrawn, plus the previous 20 million shares, are all listed below 5.9. Don't leave a penny, I will smash them hard."
Traders finally figured it out.
This is the final blow.
When the other party thinks everything is fine and relaxes their vigilance, use the last ammunition to smash through the stock price.
Even if it only hits 5.8, today's battle is won - let the market see that Henglong cannot hold 6 yuan, and tomorrow's Panic Selling will help them continue to fight lower.
His hands were typing rapidly on the keyboard.
On the screen, the wall that had been hanging for half an hour at 6:00 suddenly disappeared.
Immediately after, below 5.90, dense sell orders poured out--
500,000 shares.
800,000 shares.
1.2 million shares.
2 million shares.
The stock price instantly plunged from the first line of 5.94.
5.90
5.88
5.85
5.81
"Smash it! Keep smashing it!" The fund manager's voice changed its tone, "Smash it through!"
The trader's fingers were almost cramped.
In a sneak attack, they actually used only 1 million shares to penetrate the stock price.
The stock price stopped at --
5.79.
There are still ten seconds left until the market closes.
The trader slumped in his chair, gasping for air.
The fund manager stared at the screen and finally smiled:
"Won."