Zhang Qingxue pushed up his glasses and showed a rare smile:
"Now there's something good to watch."
Su Wantang asked softly, "How many coupons do those Short Selling have in their hands now?"
Chen Xi calls up estimated data:
"They sold a total of at least 70 million shares today. How much did our executives eat by increasing their holdings?"
She quickly reviewed:
"Wantang you and Ms. Shen each have 10 million, Sister Qingxue and I each have 5 million, Mr. Song and Mr. Chen each have 2 million, Secretary Liu 1 million - a total of 35 million shares."
She paused:
"The mysterious fund took at least 40 million shares."
Zhang Qingxue took a breath:
"So all those 70 million shares were eaten?"
"Everything was eaten, and by the way, I also ate the coupons for following the trend Short Selling."
Chen Xi nodded, "Now they don't have a single coupon in their hands. When the market opens tomorrow, they will either buy and repay the coupons, or continue to borrow coupons to hit the market."
She looked at 6.10 on the screen.
"But the price of the coupons is no longer the price they were at when they sold them."
Zhao Chen said nothing in the song.
He looked at the comment area under the announcement and slid his finger on the screen of his phone.
"Holy shit! 82%? What a joke!"
"I regret the meat I cut on May 8th today..."
"So what will happen when the market opens tomorrow? Will it be the first to hit the daily limit?"
"Those Short Selling ones are dead. All the shares they sold have been eaten up. What will they get back tomorrow?"
"Wait a minute, where did they borrow the coupons they sold today?"
Someone asked a key question.
The comment area was quiet for a few seconds.
Then someone replied:
"Henglong's stocks pledged outside are only those of Zhao Chen and Zhao Jianguo.
Zhao Jianguo has been transferred, and Zhao Chen is still in pledge status.
Therefore, the bonds borrowed by those Short Selling are most likely to be the ones pledged by Zhao Chen."
As soon as this reasoning came out, the comment section exploded.
"??? The stock Short Selling Zhao Chen pledged with Zhao Chen???"
"What kind of sexy operation is this..."
"I borrowed other people's stocks to ruin their market, and their friends ate them all. Now I have to buy them back at a high price and give them back to them..."
"This wave, this wave will kill people accurately."
Someone first went to the Henglong official account to ask a question:
"@Henglong Group, I heard that Short Selling institution borrowed the stocks Short Selling Zhao Chen pledged by Zhao Chen, what do you think about this?"
Everyone is staring at the screen, waiting for the official WeChat reply.
Two minutes later, the official Weibo updated:
"Look with your eyes open."
The comment area was instantly filled with excitement.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha I'm laughing so hard!"
"The official Weibo is so beautiful!"
"Look with your eyes open. jpg"
"I declare that this is the best Listed Company official micro-reply this year!"
Chen Xi looked at that reply and couldn't help laughing:
"Who wrote it? It's so damaging."
Su Wantang smiled in embarrassment, with an innocent expression:
"I just answered truthfully."
Zhang Qingxue also smiled and leaned on the sofa, showing a rare relaxed look.
Only Zhao Chen is still standing in front of the window.
He looked at the comments on his phone and moved the corners of his mouth slightly.
But his eyes fell on another place.
That mysterious account.
Today, in the last ten seconds, I used 150 million Hong Kong Dollar to help them hold up the market.
Who is this person?
Why would he do this?
What's more important--
How much money does he have left on hand?
Chen Xi's voice came from behind:
"Zhao Zong, I did the math. The mysterious fund bought at least 40 million shares today. If he continues to buy tomorrow..."
She paused:
"Those who Short Selling may really be Short Squeeze."
Zhao Chen turned around.
He looked at these people in the office - Chen Xi, Zhang Qingxue, Su Wantang.
And that mysterious, invisible ally.
"It's not possible," he said, "It's certain."
He walked back to his desk and picked up the report on the Cayman Islands account.
"Today, the total number of shares sold was over 80 million. We took 35 million, and the mysterious funds took 40 million.
The chips circulating in the market now are less than 50 million."
He raised his head:
"Tomorrow, if they still want to suppress the stock price, they must borrow new bonds.
But there are only two sources of bonds on the market - those pledged by us and those from institutions."
He paused:
"After what happened today, the cost of borrowing bonds will be very high. If the institution doesn't take advantage of the opportunity, it would be merciful Short Squeeze, and it won't lend them the bonds.
As for the part we pledged, they cannot borrow it without any restrictions, and they are more worried about liquidation than we are."
Chen Xi's eyes lit up:
"So they're dead ends?"
"Dead end." Zhao Chen nodded,
"Unless they can borrow enough bonds to push the stock price below 5 yuan and force us to liquidate our positions. But to do this, they need at least 100 million shares."
He looked out the window:
"They didn't."
The office was quiet for a few seconds.
Zhang Qingxue suddenly spoke:
"Then we don't have to do anything tomorrow?"
Zhao Chen shook his head.
"It's not about doing nothing," he said, "It's about waiting to watch the show."
He looked at the number 6.10 on the screen.
There will be a good show when the market opens tomorrow.
And they just need to sit in the audience and watch with their eyes open.
The fund manager was sitting on the sofa, with a glass of untouched Whisky in front of him.
Opposite him, five people were sitting.
Wang Zong, Lin Wanqing, and three other faces he didn't recognize.
"This is the situation now." His voice was hoarse,
"When the market opens tomorrow, we must hit the market. Otherwise, we will be driven to death by Short Squeeze."
Wang Zong frowned. "Are you sure you can hit it?"
The fund manager was silent for two seconds.
"Not sure." He told the truth, "But if we stop now, we will really lose."
Lin Wanqing said coldly:
"I can invest another 50 million."
Wang Zong glanced at her and then at the others.
"If we pool our efforts together, we can raise another 100 million," he said.
"With Lao Wu's channels, it should be no problem to borrow another 40 million shares tomorrow."
With a guarantee of 150 million, borrowing 40 million shares is not a problem.
The fund manager took a deep breath:
"Then it's settled. When the market opens tomorrow, let's continue smashing."
He stood up and walked to the window.
Outside the window, the city lights are bright.
He suddenly remembered the moment of fear in his heart when those three big orders appeared in the last ten seconds before the market closed today.
Whose money does it belong to?
He doesn't know.
But he knew that he would see the money again tomorrow.
That person will not leave.
He turned around and looked at the people in the room:
"Tomorrow, either they will die or we will die."
No one spoke.
But there is something the same in everyone's eyes -
Desperate madness.
Their madness does not affect Zhao Chen's good mood.
He had just finished talking to Shen Zhiyi on the phone. He was extremely relaxed at the moment and was preparing to go home with Su Wantang.
He was about to get up--
The office door was pushed open violently.
Chen Xi rushed in, holding a mobile phone in his hand, his face a little red:
"Zhao Zong! There's a call--you must answer it!"
Zhao Chen frowned slightly. "Whose?"
"A lady." Chen Xi's voice was a little tight,
"She refused to give her name, she just said... it has something to do with today's mysterious funds."
The office was quiet for a moment.