Zhao Chen took the phone.
"Hello."
A female voice came from the other end of the phone, cold, straightforward, without any sloppiness:
"Zhao Chen?"
"It's me."
"My name is Shen Jue." The other party reported his name first, "I did the two promotions today."
Zhao Chen's hand holding the phone tightened slightly.
He waited a few seconds.
The other party gave no explanation, no greetings, and no foreshadowing.
"Ms. Shen," he said, "What can I do?"
"Something's wrong." Shen Jue said, "I've done you such a big favor, why don't you treat me to a meal?"
Zhao Chen was silent for a second.
He heard it.
This is not asking for credit, nor is it ridiculing.
There is something to talk about.
"Okay." He said, "When?"
"Zhou Xi After the market closes in the afternoon." Shen Jue said, "I will book a place and notify your assistant."
"Okay."
"That's it."
The phone hangs up.
Zhao Chen looked at the phone screen, and what was displayed on it was an unfamiliar number, belonging to--Hong Kong.
Chen Xi and Zhang Qingxue both stared at him.
"How do you say it?" Chen Xi asked.
Zhao Chen Give the phone back to her:
"Tomorrow afternoon, she invites me to dinner."
Chen Xi was stunned for a moment. "Her? Who?"
"Shen Jue." Zhao Chen said, "The owner of the mysterious account today."
The office became quiet again.
Zhang Qingxue pushed up his glasses. "She took the initiative to ask you out... what did she want to talk about?"
Zhao Chen shook his head.
"I don't know."
June 19, 8pm.
Zhao Chen put the phone on the coffee table and sunk into the sofa.
Su Wantang took out a bowl of noodles from the kitchen and placed it gently in front of him.
"I didn't have a few bites of dinner, so I'll make up for it now."
She said, "There is still time in the evening, so eat slowly."
Zhao Chen looked at the bowl of noodles - clear soup, thin noodles, a poached egg lying on it, and a few chopped green onions.
He suddenly remembered that since his rebirth, he had never had a good meal cooked by Su Wantang.
Either at the company, socializing, or on the way to the company.
"Thank you." he said.
Su Wantang sat down next to him, not asking about the phone call or what to do tomorrow.
She just stayed with him quietly.
Zhao Chen picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of noodles.
The warm soup slid into his stomach, and he suddenly felt that the fatigue accumulated throughout the day seemed to have been diluted a little.
"Wantang," he put down his chopsticks.
"Tell me, why did Shen Jue set the meeting time at Zhou Xi?"
Su Wantang thought for a while:
"Maybe there are big things to do in the past two days?"
Zhao Chen nodded:
"I think so too. Either she has something to do over there, or she feels that these two days are not suitable for meeting."
He paused:
"To avoid suspicion."
Su Wantang Got it.
If Shen Jue continues to make moves in the next two days and meets now, if someone is caught on camera, it could easily turn into insider trading.
The risk will be much smaller if we wait until things have settled before we meet again.
"Then these two days," Su Wantang asked softly, "What are you going to do?"
Zhao Chen leaned back on the sofa and looked at the ceiling:
"Watch a show."
He paused:
"Since someone is willing to help us fight this battle, let's not cause trouble."
Su Wantang smiled.
This is the first time she has seen Zhao Chen show such an expression today--
It's not tense, it's not calculating, it's... I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Then you go to bed early today."
She stood up and put the bowl away, "It is necessary to do nothing tomorrow."
Zhao Chen looked at her back as she walked into the kitchen and suddenly said:
"Wantang."
She looked back.
"Thank you."
Su Wantang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, then stepped forward and gave him a hug.
"Go to bed early," she said.
The sound of the faucet came from the kitchen.
Zhao Chen leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.
Today is the most tiring day since his rebirth.
From the court hearing of the Zhao Jianguo case in the morning, to knowing the stock price Too Big to Fail at noon, to the thrilling battle to protect the market in the afternoon, and then to the mysterious phone call--
Every step is like walking on a tightrope.
But now, he could finally stop and take a breath.
Outside the window, the city lights gradually went out.
He fell asleep.
June 20, Tuesday, 9:15 am Henglong Building 28th floor.
When Zhao Chen walked into the office, Chen Xi had been staring at the screen for half an hour.
"Zhao Zong." She said without looking back, "Call Auction has begun."
Zhao Chen walked behind her and watched the numbers on the big screen jump.
9:15 6.15
9:18 6.12
9:20 6.08
"Shorts are still selling," Chen Xi said, "But the intensity is much smaller than yesterday."
Zhao Chen nodded and sat down on the chair next to him.
Zhang Qingxue walked in with a cup of coffee and was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhao Chen's posture of "getting ready to watch a show":
"Zhao Zong, are we not moving today?"
"Don't move." Zhao Chen took the coffee, "Someone will move for us."
Zhang Qingxue sat down next to him and also looked at the screen.
Nine twenty-five.
Call Auction ends.
Opening Price:6.10.
At 9:30 in the morning, a certain securities firm Trading Room.
The fund manager's eyes were bloodshot.
He didn't sleep all night.
Today is his last chance.
"Pending order." His voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, "6.08,5 million shares."
Trader's fingers tapping on the keyboard.
On the screen, sell orders poured out like a tide.
6.08 5 million shares
6.03 3 million shares
5.99 4 million shares
5.95 6 million shares
In the first minute of trading, Trading Volume exceeded 8 million shares.
The stock price fell from 6.10 for the first time--
6.08
6.05
6.00
5.98
The fund manager's pupils dilated slightly.
--Falled.
--It really fell.
Before he could be happy, a dense number of purchase orders suddenly appeared on the screen.
5.98 2 million shares bought
5.99 3 million shares bought
6.00 5 million shares bought
The first line stopped at 5.98.
Then it started to slowly pick up.
6.02
6.03
6.05
"Damn it." The fund manager gritted his teeth, "It's those retail investors again."
He saw it.
The one he was fighting with today was not just the mysterious account.
It's retail investors and some vultures who take notice.
They are retail investors who are full of confidence after watching the Henglong announcement last night.
Henglong That announcement last night clearly calculated everyone's shareholdings--
Zhao Chen party holds 82.32% of the shares.
There are less than 50 million shares circulating in the market.
They are not stupid.
They know that under this chip structure, if the short side wants to win, the price it will pay will be very high.
So today, they rushed in.
The fund manager's hands began to shake.
He looked at the trader:
"How much ammo are left?"
The trader's voice is also shaking:
"Only the last 20 million shares are left."
"Hold it all up," the fund manager said. "If it's below 5.90, break it through for me."