Shen Jue seemed to feel his gaze and turned his head to look at him.
There was something strange in that glance.
Like... appreciation?
"Isn't it weird? I buy..."
She turned back and looked at everyone, "It's because I'm optimistic about this company."
Optimistic?
After Henglong experienced infighting between father and son, Finance Director self-destructed, stock price plummeted, and Short Squeeze war--
She said she was optimistic?
"The entire Real Estate market,"
Shen Jue's voice is very flat, but every word is clear and powerful.
"There are not many companies that I like. Henglong is one of them."
She looked at Zhao Chen:
"It's not because Zhao Chen is so powerful - although he is indeed more powerful than I thought.
It's because of Henglong's strategic model, Henglong's assets, and Henglong's position in this industry."
She paused:
"In this industry, there are not many companies that can survive for more than 30 years.
Those who can survive fifty years can be counted on one hand. Those who can survive and become a century-old enterprise--"
She shook her head:
"I only saw one family."
"United States There is a real estate company called PulteGroup." She said,
"Founded in 1956, it has gone through seven cycles United States Real Estate and is still among the top three in the industry. Its stock price has increased 200 times since its listing."
She looked at everyone:
"Is it possible for Henglong to become China's PulteGroup?"
No one spoke.
"I think so." Shen Jue said, "So I bought it."
She paused:
"Moreover, what I bought was not the 40 million shares that everyone thought."
She quoted a number:
"60 million shares."
Wang Zong's face turned completely white.
60 million shares.
exceeds 10% of the total share capital.
Plus Zhao Chen's 82.32%, plus those fund managers who came smelling blood--
95%.
No, probably higher.
"Crazy..." Wang Zong murmured, "It's all crazy..."
The other two financial backers turned pale and couldn't say a word.
Lin Wanqing still lowered her head, but her shoulders were shaking.
The 150 million she invested is gone.
Now we still have to face the sky-high price of 30 yuan.
Shen Jue's words were like a shot in the arm, hitting those fund managers.
A middle-aged man sitting next to Zhao Chen - a partner of a well-known Hedge Fund - whistled softly:
"Ms. Shen, we love to hear what you say."
Another fund manager laughed:
"I originally thought that today would be the end. But now it seems that the best is yet to come."
The third fund manager looked at Wang Zong with undisguised sarcasm in his eyes:
"Wang Zong, why don't you think about it again? 30 yuan is actually quite reasonable.
Think about it, if there is no agreement to close the position, the market will open tomorrow..."
He didn't finish.
But everyone understood it.
When the market opens tomorrow, it won't be a matter of 30 yuan.
It could be 35, it could be 40, it could be --
No one can tell for sure.
Wang Zong's hands are shaking.
He looked at the exchange representatives and regulatory officials with the last hope in his eyes:
"You... you can't let her do this!"
The exchange representative was silent for a few seconds.
Then he spoke in a deep voice:
"Ms. Shen, 30 yuan is really too high. Even if Wang Zong and the others go bankrupt, they won't be able to come up with this money."
He paused:
"The purpose of the agreement to close the position is to solve the problem, not to create new problems. We cannot accept this price."
Shen Jue looked at him.
"Then how much do you say?"
Representatives and regulatory officials exchanged a few words in low voices.
"15." the representative said,
"This is the upper limit that the short side can bear. Any more, and they can only go bankrupt. If they go bankrupt, they can't get the money."
Shen Jue was silent for a few seconds.
Then she nodded:
"Okay."
The price has been negotiated.
Everyone in Meeting Room breathed a sigh of relief.
15 Hong Kong Dollar.
The atmosphere in Meeting Room subtly relaxed a little - just a little.
Because there are more difficult things to do next.
"How do you get the money out?"
The exchange representative looked at Wang Zong and the others,
"Zhou is gone. As investors, someone has to clean up this mess."
Wang Zong's face turned pale.
Lin Wanqing lowered his head and clenched his fingers so tightly that his nails were almost embedded in his flesh.
The other two sponsors looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.
"We have done preliminary liquidation of Zhou's fund account."
The person in charge of the securities firm opened a document and
"He borrowed a total of 110 million shares. The unsold portion plus the part that has been closed is about 10 million shares. The actual 100 million shares of Short Selling were sold at an average price of 5.9, and the funds withdrawn were 590 million."
He paused:
"Including other assets in the fund account, the total is 960 million."
The representative nodded. "How big is the gap?"
"The total price is 1.5 billion, leaving a shortfall of 540 million."
Meeting Room was quiet for a few seconds.
540 million.
Not a small amount.
"We can't afford all this money."
Wang Zong finally spoke, his voice hoarse,
"We are the investors, but it is Zhou who is the operator. If he dies, we can't be allowed to fill all the holes for him."
"But legally, you are the responsible party."
The brokerage side was rude and said, "Now that there is a problem, it is impossible for you to get rid of it completely."
Wang Zong's face became even whiter.
Lin Wanqing's fingers clenched tighter.
"So be it."
The supervisory official spoke,
"You will pay half of the 540 million shortfall, 270 million. The exchange and brokerage firms will each bear half of the rest."
He looked at the brokerage representative:
"Is there a problem on your end?"
The brokerage representative was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head:
"Acceptable."
The representative looked at Wang Zong again:
"What about you?"
Wang Zong and the other two funders looked at each other.
270 million.
Divided among five people, each person is less than 100 million.
Better than they expected.
"Okay." Wang Zong said.
"I don't agree."
A voice sounded.
Everyone looked at Lin Wanqing.
She raised her head, her face was pale, but there was a dying stubbornness in her eyes:
"I've already invested 150 million and lost all my money. Now you want me to contribute more money?"
The exchange representative looked at her as calmly as if he were looking at an object:
"Ms. Lin, when you first invested money, you should have thought about the consequences.
The capital market is never a business where you can only make profits but not lose money."
Lin Wanqing opened his mouth but could not speak.
"270 million, divided among the five of you." the representative said,
"How you divide it is your business. But this number cannot be less than one point."
He paused:
"Otherwise, the exchange can only treat it as a breach of contract. At that time, all of you will have a credit record.
Do you still want to play in the capital market in the future? There is no way."
Lin Wanqing's face turned completely gloomy.
She looked at Wang Zong and the others, hoping someone could help her say something.
But Wang Zong looked away.
The other two funders didn't even look at her.
She suddenly understood.
In front of capital, no one is an ally.
There is only profit.
If you win, share it with everyone.
If you lose, you bear it on your own.
She slowly lowered her head.
150 million, plus this time's apportionment - at least another 100 million will be spent.
A total of 250 million was wasted.
The money she finally saved, the money she dug out bit by bit from Henglong, the money she planned to use to "create another Henglong" -
Gone.
All gone.
Moreover, future cash flows will be even worse.
Her companies originally relied on the Henglong project to survive.
Now Henglong's project is gone, Bank Loan is even more difficult, and Suppliers's collection is even more urgent--
She didn't know how long she could hold on.
The capital market is a hundred times crueler than she imagined.
She raised her head and glanced at Zhao Chen.
The young man sat opposite, with a calm expression and said nothing.
From the beginning of the meeting to now, he has barely said a few words.
But all this is because of him.
She wants to hate him.
But she didn't know why, she couldn't hate him.
She only hates herself.
I hate myself for not seeing it through, I hate myself for thinking I can win, I hate myself...
Too greedy.
"Then it's settled."
The exchange representative stood up and
"The agreement documents will be delivered to everyone before tonight. Before tomorrow, the funds will be in place and the delivery will be completed."
He paused:
"This matter ends here."
The losers are gone and they need to get their money together as quickly as possible.
But the winner is still there, the cake is done, and now it's time to share.