After leaving the press conference, Zhao Chen rushed to the office.
When he opened the office door, Su Wantang and Chen Xi were sitting side by side in front of the computer, their eyes fixed on the screen.
Time-sharing Chart on the screen goes up and down like a roller coaster.
Chen Xi never looked back:
"Zhao Zong, you are finally back."
Zhao Chen walked behind them, put his hands on the back of the chair, and looked at the violently oscillating curve.
Su Wantang turned around and glanced at him.
There was concern, inquiry, and a little bit of unnoticeable nervousness in that look.
Zhao Chen gently pressed her shoulder to indicate that she was fine.
Chen Xi has started reporting:
"When the market opened today, Lu Shen took action.
Call Auction He took advantage of the bad news and used only 1 million shares to push the price to 18 yuan--
His cost is 18.7, and he has already made a profit at this price."
Zhao Chen nodded:
"What about after the market opens?"
Chen Xi pointed at the screen:
"It got even more ruthless after the opening. Large orders worth millions continued to hit the market, giving people no chance to breathe at all.
It took less than twenty minutes to go from 18 to 15 in one breath."
She paused:
"But at the price of 15, something went wrong."
Zhao Chen looked at the time-sharing line that was trading sideways near 15:
"What?"
Chen Xi said:
"The market is very willing to take over. He placed 5 million shares on 15, but it didn't move.
Not only was it not broken, but it was quickly eaten."
She pointed to the slight thread:
"Then prices started to bounce back, all the way back to around 17."
Zhao Chen's brow moved slightly:
"Is he closing his position?"
Chen Xi shakes his head:
"Not sure. Trading Volume is not amplified and there are very few selling orders.
If the position is closed, Trading Volume should increase significantly."
She pulled up a picture:
"But looking at the market, he had another big order near 17.
Smashed down, bounced back; smashed down again, bounced back again. It went back and forth several times."
She turned her head and looked at Zhao Chen:
"Zhao Zong, now I can't tell how much he has flattened or added. But judging from the overall position -"
She paused:
"His total short positions must have increased."
Zhao Chen said nothing.
He stared at the up and down lines on the screen for a long time.
Then he asked:
"How much is it now?"
Chen Xi glanced at the time:
"It's almost ten o'clock, and the stock price is hovering around 16. The drop is about 20%."
Zhao Chen nodded:
"Ruthless enough."
Su Wantang asked softly from the side:
"So is he making money or losing money now?"
Chen Xi Quick mental arithmetic:
"His average cost is 18.7 yuan, now 16 yuan, and the floating profit per share is 2.7. Based on 60 million shares, the floating profit is about 148 million."
She paused:
"Today's sell-off may not be profitable, after all, the 5 million shares of 15 were eaten up.
But he must have made a price difference in the 18-15 period. If he had done a good job of selling high and buying low, the actual profit might have been higher."
Zhao Chen leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the screen.
Lu Shen is not just a reckless person.
He knows how to make swings during declines and test the market's capacity at key prices.
Today's board is organized.
"Keep watching," he said. "I want to know his approximate position before the market closes at noon."
Chen Xi nodded:
"Understood."
During the next trading session, the market was fluctuating.
16.2,16.5,15.8,16.3...
Up and down, like a trapped animal bumping around in a cage.
Chen Xi's fingers were tapping rapidly on the keyboard, calling up one data graph after another.
Su Wantang put a cup of tea next to Zhao Chen's hand, then quietly stepped back and continued to stare at the screen.
She doesn't understand these K-line Chart, but she understands Zhao Chen.
It is best not to disturb him when he is thinking.
Zhao Chen picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
He looked at the line and replayed every word in the press conference in his mind.
Evidence of Zhang Qingxue.
Data of Chen Qiming.
Chen Wei's commitment.
And his last sentence - I think Control is recognized by the law.
These words should have spread throughout the market by now.
He wanted to know how many people had listened.
Eleven o'clock in the morning.
The content of the press conference has already begun to ferment.
"I just watched the premiere replay of the Henglong press conference, it was so hard."
"Zhang Qingxue's communication records are real! Lin Wanqing is hiding himself and not responding. Who is to blame?"
"The tax part is also clear. You are welcome to check it. You are welcome at any time.
Not everyone has this kind of confidence."
"Workers' wages have begun to be paid. Someone took a video and you can search it."
"The last sentence of Zhao Chen is really good - my Control is recognized by the law."
"I just want to know, what is Lu Shen's expression now?"
"What's that expression? I'm not at a loss now."
"Loss will happen sooner or later."
"Is he still pretending to be a saint on Weibo?"
"I took a look, but there is no update."
"I can't pretend anymore."
"Don't worry, there may be another show in the afternoon."
Lu Shen stared at the screen, his face ashen.
The stock price of Henglong fluctuated around 16 yuan. He spent the whole morning but failed to break through 15 yuan.
The sell order for 5 million shares seemed to have hit a wall.
He picked up the phone and dialed the trader's number:
"Continue to sell in the afternoon. Put all the remaining positions up."
A hesitant voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Mr. Lu, market sentiment is now picking up, and the impact of the press conference is spreading.
If you smash it again, the cost may be higher..."
Lu Shen's voice cooled down:
"I'll smash it if I say it."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a second:
"... Understood."
Lu Shen hung up the phone and looked out the window.
Zhao Chen, do you think you can make a comeback by holding a press conference?
If I don't smash you through today, I will take your last name.
After the market opened in the afternoon, Chen Xi stared at the market and suddenly said:
"Zhao Zong, Lu Shen started selling again. 16.21 million shares."
Zhao Chen nodded:
"How about taking over?"
Chen Xi called up data, "The takeover disk seems to have disappeared."
Zhao Chen stood up and walked to the window.
He looked at the city outside the window and was silent for a long time.
Then he said:
"Let him smash it."
Chen Xi looked at him.
Zhao Chen said:
"One great effort will lead to failure, and three times it will be exhausted."
He turned around:
"He didn't break through the 15 in the morning. If he tries to break through in the afternoon, the cost will increase exponentially."
Chen Xi's eyes lit up:
"Understood."
Su Wantang came over and stood next to Zhao Chen.
She didn't say anything, just held his hand gently.
Zhao Chen looked down at her and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
In the afternoon, the casino is closed.
At the moment the market closed, Chen Xi leaned back and took a deep breath.
"16.05." She announced the last number,
"The amplitude throughout the day was 22%, and the transaction volume hit a new high for the year, but the 15 yuan defense line was held."
Chen Xi stared at the data on the screen:
"This afternoon's wave was too brutal. Lu Shen bought at least 20 million shares at the 15-yuan mark, but it didn't break through."
She turned her head and looked at Zhao Chen:
"Zhao Zong, I can't figure anything out."
Zhao Chen There is no looking back:
"Say."
Chen Xi asked:
"Who is making Lu Shen's rival game?"
She stood up and walked to Zhao Chen:
"Ordinary people simply don't have the strength to do what happened in the afternoon.
20 million shares, calculated at 15 yuan, is 300 million. To be able to receive a selling order of 300 million at this time, and still hold the price up --"
She paused:
"It's not one person. It's a group of people. And it's a very organized group of people."
Zhao Chen is silent.
He was also thinking about this issue.
He noticed it since the market opened in the afternoon.
Every time Lu Shen hits the market, there is a mysterious Buying Pressure who catches it steadily.
It's not just picking up randomly, it's picking up rhythmically and methodically.
It's like weaving a web.
A net waiting for Lu Shen to drill into it.
The cell phone rang suddenly.
Zhao Chen looked down at the caller ID and instantly made a guess.