National Day The holiday is over in the blink of an eye.
October 9, 9 am, Henglong Building Top Floor Conference Room.
On the first day after National Day, Meeting Room was full of people.
Different from usual, the atmosphere today is not tense, but a strange kind of excitement--
The kind of excitement that comes after winning a battle and waiting to be rewarded for your merits.
Chen Xi distributes the printed data to everyone.
Zhao Chen was sitting in the main seat, not speaking, just looking at the report in his hand.
Song Zhongping was the first to speak, with a smile in his voice:
"Chairman Zhao, this time we really stunned our colleagues.
830 million in eight days. This number may not be a big deal in previous years, but this year..."
He paused:
"This November, it's so cold that it's scary."
Chen Qiming pushed up his glasses and opened another document in front of him:
"I checked the national data yesterday.
The statistics of CRIC and China Index Academy just came out this morning--
During the National Day period this year, the average sales of the top 100 real estate companies fell by more than 35% compared with the same period last year."
He raised his head:
"Some companies have not even sold 100 million in seven days."
Meeting Room was quiet for a second.
Marketing Director Li Guowei took a breath:
"So miserable?"
Chen Qiming nodded:
"It's tragic. If we hadn't discounted it in advance, I would have lost 100 million on this eleventh."
Song Zhongping leaned on the back of the chair and sighed:
"So our 830 million was stolen from our peers."
Liu Mingyu answered the call from the side:
"Good job. If you don't grab it, we will also drink from the northwest wind."
Zhao Chen put down the report in his hand and looked at Chen Qiming:
"CRIC's data is objective. Have they disclosed more detailed data?"
Chen Qiming Turn to another page:
"No, but they did a separate special issue titled <Henglong National Day Breakout: The market truth behind 830 million>."
He read:
"Against the backdrop of a generally cold property market across the country, Henglong Group bucked the trend and entered the top ten of the top 100 real estate companies with National Day's eight-day sales of 830 million.
This data fully demonstrates that it is not that there is no market, but that there is no good price.
If real estate companies can take the initiative to offer profits like Henglong, this National Day will not be so cold."
Song Zhongping laughed after listening:
"That's right, other real estate developers were so angry when they heard it."
Li Guowei also laughed:
"CRIC is helping us attract hatred."
Chen Qiming Close the file:
"The hatred is full. This morning, several colleagues have called me, and their words are full of sourness."
Zhao Chen looked at him:
"How to say?"
Chen Qiming cleared his throat:
"Some say we 'disrupt the market order', some say we 'ignore industry rules', and some say we 'act independently and harm the interests of our peers'."
Song Zhongping sneered:
"Harming the interests of peers? We offer discounts, but they don't, and customers come to us. Do you blame us?"
Li Guowei answered:
"That's right. If they insist on not lowering their prices, why should they blame others for lowering their prices?"
Zhao Chen leaned on the back of the chair and said nothing.
Liu Mingyu asked cautiously:
"Chairman Zhao, should we respond?"
Zhao Chen glanced at him:
"Response to what?"
Liu Mingyu was stunned for a moment.
Zhao Chen said:
"Let them talk. Stop talking when they are tired."
He stood up and walked to the window:
"They scolded us because they couldn't do it.
If they can predict the market before National Day can plan ahead and sell 800 million yuan in eight days, they can run faster than anyone else."
He turned around:
"So, ignore them."
Everyone in Meeting Room laughed.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Xi pushed open the door of Zhao Chen's office, holding a mobile phone in his hand:
"Zhao Zong, have you seen Stock Bar?"
Zhao Chen leans on the sofa:
"Looked at it."
Chen Xi smiled and said:
"Now our stock investors have almost become your fan club. They are helping you to defeat your peers one by one, and they are more active than our public relations."
Zhao Chen shook his head:
"They are not helping me, they are helping themselves."
He looked out the window:
"When the stock price goes up, they make money. When the stock price goes down, they lose money. So they hope Henglong will be better than me."
Chen Xi thoughtfully:
"So you said, money is the best vote."
Zhao Chen nodded:
"Yes. They vote with their money, which is more true than any comments."
He stood up:
"Next, let the market speak for itself."
Today, the Henglong stock price opened at a price of 18.8 Hong Kong Dollar, 2.4% higher than the pre-holiday closing price of 18.35 Hong Kong Dollar.
Nine fifteen west, 19.2 Hong Kong Dollar.
At ten o'clock, 19.6 Hong Kong Dollar.
At 10:30, the stock price rushed to 20 Hong Kong Dollar, once again crossing the 20 Hong Kong Dollar barrier and charging towards a new high.
As soon as the market opened in the afternoon, the stock price of Henglong hit a new high of 20.85. Although it fell back later, it did not fall below 20 Hong Kong Dollar.
After the market closed, the Snowball platform was boiling again:
User "From 5 to 20": "Damn it! 20 yuan! Henglong is mighty..."
User "Patience Pays Off":
"It was not sold at 18.35 before the holiday, but it was 20 yuan today, thank you Zhao Zong!"
User "Value Discoverer":
"The market is voting with real gold Silver. The data of National Day 830 million is too hard."
User "Chase Rises Kill Dips for Life":
"I sold it for 15 yuan, and today it's 20 Hong Kong Dollar. I don't want to talk anymore."
User "Old Leek Root":
"Don't cry upstairs. I sold it for 18 yuan, and I'm crying too."
User "Pig Cycle Hunter":
"Have you noticed? Henglong's rise is not because the market is good, but because it is strong.
Today Hang Seng Index is still green, and Henglong has risen by nearly 11%."
User "Valuation Hunter":
"This is the independent market. Funds are optimistic about the company itself, not the market."
User "From 5 to 20":
"Zhao Chen In the past ten months, I have worked from 5 yuan to 20 yuan, which has doubled. I just want to ask, who else is there?"
That night, major Financial Media released news one after another:
<Securities Daily>: "Henglong stock price hits record high, National Day sales data detonates the market"
<21st Century Business Herald>: "How Henglong defeated all the giants"
<Daily Economic News>: "The market voted with real gold Silver: Henglong's 830 million is worth a daily limit"
At seven o'clock in the evening, Zhao Chen returned to the Villa.
Su Wantang Put the food on the table.
Zhao Chen sat down and picked up the chopsticks.
Su Wantang looked at him:
"The stock price is 20 today, why are you not excited at all?"
Zhao Chen chewing rice:
"I'm so excited."
Su Wantang laughed:
"Liar. You were reading a song this afternoon."
Zhao Chen also laughed:
"That's just for fun."
He put down his chopsticks:
"The stock price has risen, shareholders are happy, the company has a good image, and financing costs are low. This is a good thing."
He paused:
"But what really matters to me is not the stock price."
Su Wantang looked at him:
"What is that?"
Zhao Chen thought for a while:
"It's what's behind the 830 million."
He picked up the soup bowl:
"This 830 million proves one thing - I was right."
Su Wantang didn't speak, just listened quietly.
Zhao Chen continued:
"If the price of National Day is not reduced this year, Henglong may not even be able to sell for 100 million.
But if the price is lowered, other people's meat will be taken away.
Those colleagues who scold us don't hate us for lowering prices, they hate us for seeing further than they do."
He took a sip of soup:
"This kind of foresight is worth more than stocks."
Su Wantang looked at him and suddenly felt that there was a kind of light in this man.
Not that kind of dazzling light.
It is a reassuring and calm light.
She gently held his hand:
"You will."
Zhao Chen Feeling the warmth in her palm, he suddenly thought of something and moved his brows slightly:
"Wantang, you said Lu Shen, Short Position, has it been closed now?"
Su Wantang was stunned for a moment:
"It should be... even? The stock price has risen so much."
Zhao Chen shook his head:
"Not necessarily. He may not be willing to admit defeat."
He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Chen Xi:
"Check the seat Short Selling Henglong held before Lu Shen to see if the position is still there. The sooner the better."
After sending it, he put the phone on the table.
Su Wantang looked at him:
"Do you think he still has it?"
Zhao Chen thought for a while:
"It's best to hold it. Floating profits will turn into floating losses, enough for him to drink a pot."
He picked up the bowl:
"Let's eat. We'll find out tomorrow whether he has closed his position or not."
Outside the window, the night is gentle.
National Day's big promotion is over.
But the settlement with Lu Shen has not yet been settled.