Henglong System Response to New Delhi Flu's emergency Contingency Plan On the third day after the end of the joint meeting,
Shen Jue asked Zhao Chen to meet at Nan'an District, a teahouse near the river.
Shen Jue only said two sentences on the phone:
"Three o'clock in the afternoon, the same place. Just you."
Zhao Chen hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair in silence for a few seconds.
Shen Jue never asks him to go to the teahouse on working days--
She is the kind of person who has to handwrite her year-end speech Board of Directors three times before taking it to the conference table and reading it.
Any deviation from her regular schedule meant she had been turning something over in her head for a long time.
The teahouse is in an inconspicuous stilted building at the end of Danzishi old street, with the Yangtze River right outside the window.
When Zhao Chen arrived, Shen Jue was already sitting by the window. There was a pot of freshly brewed Iron Goddess of Mercy and two teacups on the table.
"You have lost weight recently."
She picked up the teapot and poured him a cup, her voice neither high nor low.
His tone was as calm as the tea in the cup that hadn't been wrinkled by the wind.
"There's been a lot going on lately." Zhao Chen picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"It's not that there are too many things."
Shen Jue put down the teapot and crossed his hands on the table.
"From the time the New Delhi news came out to now, you have pushed all the details to the extreme in every meeting--
Supply Chain transmission path, cash flow stress test, legal application boundary of force majeure clause--
You pay more attention to everything than usual, and your decision-making speed and logical closed loop are impeccable.
But when you used to make judgments, there was a sense of relaxation in your eyes, the certainty that 'the answer has been written'.
Not this time. It's not that you did it wrong--
You're doing it tighter than you've ever done before. But that looseness is gone."
Zhao Chen's fingers stopped on the edge of the teacup.
"Director Shen, when did you start paying attention to this?"
"That afternoon you stood in Henglong Capital Meeting Room and said 'The Butterfly Has Stirred'.
When you said those four words, everyone in Meeting Room thought you were doing Strategy Department, but I know you were not."
Shen Jue picked up the teacup but didn't drink it, just felt the temperature of the cup wall with the palm of his hand.
"You have made Strategy Department signatures countless times before, but you have never used such wording.
There is an extra layer in your words - not vigilance, but fear. What are you afraid of?"
Zhao Chen said nothing.
The wooden windows of the stilted building were gently swayed by the river wind, making a slight creaking sound.
There was a pot of Iron Goddess of Mercy and several dishes of untouched tea between him and Shen Jue.
The air was so quiet that you could hear the muffled sound of the waves crashing on the shore below.
He remembered the dream he had a few days ago -
The Raptor engine of Starworm lost control of the ignition. Elon Musk turned to him and said, "Your data is wrong."
He thought of the cold sweat on his forehead when he woke up in the early morning, and of the looming steel cables in the morning fog in Jiangbeizui outside the window.
He has never told anyone these details, including Shen Zhiyi.
"Some things may have changed."
He said the exact same words as he said to Chen Xi in the office,
But this time he didn't wrap it up with the metaphor of "an extra stone in the river."
Wrapping anything in front of Shen Jue is futile - he has known this for a long time.
"What?"
"I can't tell you exactly what it is.
But I can tell you the result - the reason why I have been able to make the most accurate judgments at every critical node in the past few years is
It's because I know where the river turns.
I know the coordinates of every bend, the depth of every rapid, and the location of every reef.
But now there is an extra stone in the river, and this stone may change the direction of all water flow.
Blade Battery of Bidiya, Shanghai factory of Tesla, Data Center of Nvidia--
These things that I once believed would happen at a certain point in time, now I need to ask myself again:
Can I still see the answer in advance like before?"
Shen Jue put the tea cup back on the saucer without making any sound.
"You just said you used to know where the river turned.
Short Selling Henglong Holdings That time, you knew the stock price of Henglong Holdings would fall.
But how do you win?
Instead of waiting for the stock price to fall before celebrating, we should deduce countermeasures to Contingency Plan on Board of Directors one by one several months in advance.
Bitcoin That time, you knew the currency price would rise.
But how did you hold on to half a million coins from beginning to end?
It is at the peak of each stage when the market is at its Euphoria,
Go through every hypothesis that might trigger a sell-off yourself.
Then tell yourself - you haven't reached that line yet.
Tesla That time, you knew Liquidation Threshold was at 178. But how did you hold on to 178?
It was during the days when Short-Selling Alliance dropped the stock price from 300 to 178,
You sit alone in Manhattan's hotel and dismantle the pledge clauses of the four investment banks one by one.
Calculate the precise time point when the last additional margin payment will arrive.
You never win by knowing the answer in advance--
You rely on being able to calculate faster than everyone else and think deeper than everyone else every time you're pushed into a corner."
Zhao Chen raised his head and looked at her.
"You said three things, and all three things point to the same conclusion--
I didn't win with that map.
But that's exactly the problem.
I used to think that my most valuable thing was the map.
Now the coordinates on the map have been flapped by butterfly wings, and I don't know where to go."
He paused,
"Director Shen, if all my previous judgments were partly based on--"
"Built on what?"
Zhao Chen shook his head.
"Based on some assumptions that may now be invalidated. Will you still trust my judgment as before?"
Shen Jue was silent for a long time.
She picked up the teapot and refilled their cups with tea, very slowly, as if she was using this process to give Zhao Chen time to calm down her breathing.
"From the time Henglong was taken by Short Selling to the stock price returning to three digits, it never relied on one person's prediction.
It depends on your Short Selling Henglong Holdings Chen Qiming's accuracy in dismantling every pledge financing Risk Exposure for you.
It's up to you to decide the heavy position BYD. Chen Xi will calculate the details of each Supply Chain transmission path for you.
It depends on you Zhang Qingxue polishing the wording of each announcement word by word when Stock Exchange was questioned.
It was because of you that Su Wantang guarded Henglong's rear for you during those days when New York was hunted and Capital Chain was most nervous--
She quietly took care of every administrative and logistical detail that you couldn't care less about signing.
It is because of these people and the system they established with you that Henglong can survive these years."
She put down the teapot,
"You have won before, never because you alone knew all the answers.
It's because you know how to make good use of the people around you better than anyone else.
No matter what changes, this will never change."
Zhao Chen didn't answer, but Shen Jue saw that his finger joints holding the teacup were slightly loosened.
She pushed the untouched Osmanthus Cake in front of her towards him, and her tone suddenly softened.
"I remember when you first took over Henglong, you said that the golden age of real estate had passed.
We must turn the ship around before the end of the Silver era.
Later, the era of Silver was over, and the bow of Henglong was indeed transferred.
Now you say there is an extra stone in the river. The stone will change the flow of water, but it will not change the boat.
Your boat is the people behind you - Chen Xi, Zhang Qingxue, Su Wantang, and me.
No matter how many stones there are in the river, the boat will still sail anyway."
Zhao Chen picked up the tea cup and took a sip slowly. Iron Goddess of Mercy It was already cold, but he didn't care.
"Director Shen, your way of persuading people is different from before."
"That's because I was verifying whether you can be a qualified Chairman.
Now I am maintaining a qualified Chairman so that he will not be intimidated by a stone."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and went down the stairs, her footsteps getting farther and farther on the wooden steps.
Zhao Chen sat alone by the window, watching the fog slowly clearing across the river.
He poured the last bit of the cool Iron Goddess of Mercy in the pot into the cup, drank it, then picked up his phone and sent a message to Chen Xi:
"Send me the valuation Model under the new variable tomorrow. Don't rush, do it slowly and do it solidly."