Six thirty in the evening, Henglong Building 28th floor.
The sky outside the window has completely darkened.
There was only one floor lamp on in the office, and Chen Xi's face was illuminated by the light from the screen.
She had been typing on the keyboard for two hours straight, staring at the beating numbers.
Zhao Chen leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed.
Liu Mingyu was sitting in the corner, not even daring to express his anger.
Zhang Qingxue opened the door and came in, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee and placing it next to Zhao Chen's hand.
"Xiao Chen, drink some coffee."
Zhao Chen opened his eyes and nodded, but did not move.
Chen Xi suddenly spoke:
"Found it - part of it."
Zhao Chen looked at her.
Chen Xi took a deep breath and turned around:
"The seat that smashed the market is the institutional seat of Morgan Stanley. But there is only so much information that can be found."
She paused:
"The securities lending was completed two days ago. This seat was traded for the first time today, and there is no previous transaction record."
Liu Mingyu was stunned for a moment:
"First transaction? Is it specially opened for this Short Selling?"
Chen Xi nodded:
"Yes. The other party was very cautious and hid himself well from beginning to end."
Zhao Chen's brows moved slightly:
"Two days ago, we borrowed securities and sold them today - it means that the other party knew the inside story."
Chen Xi looked at him:
"You mean..."
Zhao Chen said:
"The announcement of Haoyu's acquisition was issued last night, and the other party started planning two days ago.
Either someone leaked the information, or the other party judged our movements based on public information."
Liu Mingyu asked:
"Then what do we do now?"
Zhao Chen was silent for a few seconds.
At this moment, Zhao Chen's cell phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID--Shen Jue.
Connected.
"Zhao Chen,"
Shen Jue's voice came from the other end of the phone. There was no greeting, but the main topic.
"Have you found out who Short Selling is?"
Zhao Chen leans on the sofa:
"I found a seat at Morgan Stanley, which was sold two days ago. The others were hidden very deep."
Shen Jue chuckled lightly on the other end of the phone:
"No need to check, I know who it is."
Zhao Chen's brows moved slightly:
"You know?"
Shen Jue said:
"Although this seat has been disguised with multiple layers of vests, I happen to know a friend from Morgan Stanley."
She paused:
"The person behind it is Lu Shen."
The office was quiet for a second.
Chen Xi and Liu Mingyu looked at each other.
Zhao Chen's hand holding the phone tightened slightly.
Shen Jue continued:
"He did it very covertly, but no matter how thick the vest is, there are still flaws. That friend of mine owed me a favor, and I used it today."
Zhao Chen was silent for two seconds:
"Thank you."
Shen Jue said:
"Why are you thanking me? I'm also a shareholder of Henglong. If he smashes Henglong's stock, he's just smashing my money."
She paused:
"Lu Shen will not do it just once. Be careful."
Zhao Chen nodded:
"Know."
Hang up the phone.
The office was quiet for a few seconds.
Chen Xi looked at him:
"Is it Lu Shen?"
Zhao Chen nodded.
Liu Mingyu took a breath:
"Is he trying to destroy Minor Shareholder's trust in you by suppressing the stock price?"
Zhao Chen said nothing.
He stood up and walked to the window.
Outside the window, the city lights gradually became brighter.
Lu Shen.
This name turned around in his mind several times.
The layout started two days ago, and the market was smashed on the day the announcement was made.
It's not a spur-of-the-moment idea, it's something that has been planned for a long time.
Moreover, he chose to take action at this time not just to make money.
It's to tell him: I'm watching every decision you make.
"Zhao Zong," Chen Xi asked softly, "Should we fight back?"
Zhao Chen shook his head:
"No rush."
He looked out the window:
"At this price, it's too expensive to go to Short Squeeze for these ten million shares."
He turned around:
"Let him win this round first."
Chen Xi looked at him:
"Then let's just forget it?"
Zhao Chen said:
"It's not about forgetting it, it's about waiting."
He looked at Chen Xi:
"From today on, you will always keep an eye on the movements of Lu Shen.
Find out how many seats he actually controls and the position changes in each seat."
Chen Xi nodded:
"Understood."
Zhao Chen continued:
"This time, let's not alert the snake first. Let him think that we didn't notice it, and let him think that the stab was a good one."
He paused:
"A person who has made money once will not stop. As long as he is still in the casino, sooner or later there will be a chance to snipe him."
Liu Mingyu asked cautiously:
"What if he stops?"
Zhao Chen glanced at him:
"He won't."
His voice was calm, but there was a kind of certainty in the calmness:
"Lu Shen, that person, if he wins once, he will want to win a second time.
When he takes action again--"
He didn't finish.
But both Chen Xi and Liu Mingyu understood it.
When he strikes again, it's time for them to fight back.
Chen Xi looked into his eyes and suddenly felt a little chill on his back.
There was no anger or panic in those eyes.
There is only one calm, patient, waiting for prey to take the bait--
Looking forward to it.
After handling the matter, Zhao Chen asked Liu Haitao to take him home.
When Zhao Chen pushed the door in, Living Room was filled with the aroma of food.
Su Wantang poked his head out of the kitchen:
"You're back? Wait another five minutes for the last dish."
Zhao Chen changed shoes and walked into Living Room.
Three dishes and one soup have been placed on Dining Table - Braised Pork Ribs, Steamed Sea Bass, garlic broccoli, and a bowl of steaming chicken soup.
He sat down and looked at the dishes, suddenly feeling that the nerves that had been tense all day were slowly relaxing.
Su Wantang came out with the last plate of food and sat down next to him:
"Is the matter settled?"
Zhao Chen picked up the chopsticks:
"Yeah! I know the other party's identity."
Su Wantang looked at him:
"Who is it?"
Zhao Chen picked up a piece of pork ribs and briefly told Lu Shen.
Su Wantang After listening, his brows wrinkled slightly:
"What should we do?"
Zhao Chen chewed the ribs and spoke in a normal tone:
"Watch it first. There is no good solution for now, we can only wait."
Su Wantang was silent for a few seconds.
Then she asked:
"Will he strike again?"
Zhao Chen put down his chopsticks:
"In the long run, he will definitely participate. But in the short term, I don't know if he will go crazy."
He looked at her:
"With Henglong at this price, there is no room for continued large-scale Short Selling.
Lu Shen If he wasn't stupid or crazy, he wouldn't do this."
Su Wantang nodded and did not ask any more questions.
But she was not as relaxed as Zhao Chen.
Lu Shen's Short Selling, was it planned for a long time, or was it a temporary move?
If it was planned for a long time, then he must have follow-up actions.
If it is temporary...
She thought about it and felt that this was unlikely.
Lu Shen People who hold high positions are unlikely to act impulsively.
Then he must have a backup plan.
She looked at Zhao Chen, watching him eat his meal calmly, occasionally praising "the ribs are delicious", and suddenly a complex emotion surged in her heart.
Following him during this period of time, she had seen too much intrigue in shopping malls.
Every time, he could handle it calmly.
Every time, he found a way out of desperate situations.
But she knew that behind those calmness, there were so many sleepless nights and how many times she put the pressure on her shoulders.
"Xiao Chen." She said softly.
Zhao Chen raised his head:
"Huh?"
Su Wantang looked at him, suddenly reached out and gently stroked his brow bone:
"You're too tired."
Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled:
"Not tired."
Su Wantang shook his head:
"Liar."
Zhao Chen holds her hand:
"I'm really not tired."
He paused:
"With you by my side, I won't feel tired."
Su Wantang's eye sockets were slightly red.
She lowered her head and pretended to pick up vegetables.
But Zhao Chen saw it.
He gently held her hand:
"Don't worry. I can handle it."
Su Wantang leaned on his shoulder and let out a dull "hmm".