Return to 88: Starting from Marrying My Sister-in-law

Xiao Jun's ecstatic shout, "It's gone up! It's all come back up!"

Just now downstairs, Qian Youyou, the younger sister, was quite reserved.

Once upstairs, without her brother by her side, she immediately jumped up excitedly and wrapped her arms around Lu Yang's neck.

He leaned in and kissed Lu Yang's still-shaven lips repeatedly.

"You're amazing, you actually guessed right."

It's easy to imagine that she's been under a lot of pressure lately.

After all, this man in front of her had repeatedly said that he had rushed back to China from afar for her sake, putting aside his $600 million investment, just so that he, as the father, would be by her side when the child in her womb was born.

Regardless of whether this reason is true or not.

But they really did it. They stayed with her throughout her postpartum period and would visit her and her baby every few days to keep them company.

How could she not be moved?

While touched, one might also worry about the other party's stock, after all, it's 600 million US dollars, and it just so happens that during the time the other party was not on Wall Street, the US stock called Microsoft had been declining for two or three months, causing this guy's stock to suffer a huge loss of nearly 200 million US dollars.

How could she not be anxious?
She tried to persuade them several times, but they wouldn't listen. They even told her with certainty that she didn't need to worry, saying things like, "Let the bullets fly a little longer, a little longer, and we'll see the light soon."

Sure enough, the light came.

She was almost moved to tears of joy. This guy was really amazing, calculating everything perfectly. This was even more exciting than when she inherited such a large group as the Qian family, became the female president of the group, managed thousands of people, and commanded great respect.

Lu Yang, however, remained calm on his face.

He spun his little sweetheart around a few times, then pecked her lips twice, before chuckling, "This is nothing. There's more to come, you believe it or not?"

Qian Youyou was confused, her mind racing, and then she exclaimed, "You mean..."

Seeing that she understood immediately, Lu Yang laughed heartily, "As expected of the most beautiful heiress of the Qian family, with the air of a female CEO. You're much smarter than your brother. Not bad. I predict that Microsoft's stock will fall again, and it will fall even more sharply and violently than before. This rebound is just those Wall Street capitalists giving this Eastern kid a way out, hoping that I'll be sensible and leave the market as soon as possible, so as not to interfere with their bloodbath of retail investors..."

"what!?"

Qian Youyou couldn't help but cover her mouth and gasp in surprise, her face gradually turning pale. She said anxiously, "Since you guessed it, why didn't you tell my brother downstairs and have him quickly notify your company's trading team on Wall Street to sell the stock? It's almost back up now. If you sell it, you'll only lose a few tens of millions of US dollars at most. Even if your Century Group gives you another 10% of the profits, with your group's current earning power, it won't be a major blow."

Lu Yang pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back before stroking her, saying, "Alright, alright, I haven't finished speaking yet. Look how impatient you are... Although this is a reshuffling, and Microsoft's stock may be weak for a while, their ultimate goal is to force me to cut my losses and leave. But as long as I stick to value investing and remain steadfast in my principles, no matter what tricks they play, you'll see when the time comes. I guarantee the stock will rebound..."

At the same time, he sneered inwardly: These foreigners think that a small loss is a win for me and want to give me a way out, but I won't back down. If you have the guts, then suppress this stock for a whole year.

Qian Youyou was held in Lu Yang's arms, and seeing how confident and certain he was, she gradually let go of her worries. She couldn't help but punch his chest with her small hand and say, "I told you not to scare me, I told you not to scare me."

Lu Yang enjoyed the moment, feeling as if her little hands were massaging him.

Not only did they not resist, but they also did not fight back.

Instead, he picked her up by the waist and said, "Come on, let's go inside. I'll let you hit me as much as you want. After you're done, we'll switch places, and I'll make sure you call me 'Daddy'..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Youyou's face immediately turned as red as a monkey's bottom, and she couldn't help but squirm in his arms, "You scoundrel, let me go! My brother is still downstairs, and besides, it's not even night yet..."

Lu Yang, of course, wouldn't listen to her.

He simply leaned down and whispered a few words in her ear.

Then Qian Youyou gradually stopped struggling.

She should cherish the present.

Because Lu Yang just said that he will also be busy starting tomorrow.

The enemy has launched a full-scale attack, and once he survives this wave, it will be Lu Yang's turn to make his move.

the next day.

As expected, Lu Yang shifted his gaze from the newspaper report about Microsoft's stock rising and holding steady for an afternoon and a morning before plummeting again the following afternoon, and turned to the busy street outside the window.

His face showed no anxiety or anger, only a deep-sea calm.

He picked up the internal phone on the table, his voice steady and clear throughout the temporary office area: "Pass down the word that there will be a core meeting in ten minutes. Those who are not present must be notified by phone and participate by phone."

It offers no further explanation, yet carries an undeniable power.

In the conference room, everyone was restless, and everyone felt a suffocating sense of impending doom.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Lu Yang’s voice rang out clearly through the microphone, breaking the silence. His gaze swept across every face in the room. “The noise outside is deafening, the numbers are glaring. Panic? Stop-loss? That’s what Wall Street wants to hear.”

He picked up a Microsoft quarterly R&D briefing and patted it lightly. "Microsoft's Windows system is changing the world. Its value is measured in ten or twenty years, not three months! The fluctuations we see now are just noise trying to scare us away. The bullet has already been fired, so what's wrong with letting it fly for a while?"

His words were resolute, carrying an unwavering determination: "We are not speculators here to hype things up. Our counterparties are not retail investors. What do the panics of retail investors have to do with us? Believe in the companies you have chosen, believe in the future."

The last sentence, "Believe in the future," seemed to have a magical power, easing the tense atmosphere in the meeting room. Xiao Jun subconsciously straightened his back.

Just as Lu Yang stabilized the internal situation with a "rock-solid" stance, Wall Street's sickle had already been tempered and was now being swung towards a wider wheat field.

In New York, trading orders flooded the system like an icy tide.

Go back to the previous day.

Several major players, working together, quietly released "authoritative analyses" through carefully controlled media outlets, claiming that "Microsoft's negative news has been fully priced in" and that "the technical indicators are severely oversold, and a rebound is imminent."

Meanwhile, a steady stream of discreet short-term funds began to quietly enter the market, gently but firmly lifting MSFT's stock price.

On the screen, the downward-sweeping "scar" seemed to be healing, and a heart-pounding upward curve appeared on the candlestick chart.

"It's rebounded! It's really rebounded!" The retail investor forum was buzzing with excitement.

The pent-up greed was instantly ignited.

"Buy now! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Wall Street institutions have all entered the market!

Optimism spread like wildfire, trading volume surged, and stock prices climbed steadily amid the illusion of a "technical rebound."

The prosperity was as dazzling and fleeting as a bubble. Just as market sentiment reached its fever pitch, and retail investors were increasing their positions, even resorting to high leverage, a cold, hard order was issued again.

The stock market had just opened the following afternoon.

A massive number of short orders were dumped in an instant, like an avalanche.

The support level was easily breached, and buying pressure vanished instantly.

MSFT's stock price plummeted within minutes, more severe and rapid than the gradual decline of the previous three months!
On the screen, the line representing the stock price plummeted almost vertically from a hopeful high point into the abyss.

Countless leveraged accounts were wiped out instantly.

On the internet, the shift from euphoria to utter silence took less than an hour, leaving behind only widespread lamentation and bloody accusations.

The bloodthirsty nature of capital was fully displayed in this meticulously planned "surprise attack".

In Lu Yang's office, Xiao Jun stared at the real-time market data and the horrifying reports of retail investor tragedies on social media, his face pale. He muttered, "These bastards... they're ruthless..."

His fleeting sense of hope was instantly replaced by a chill.

Lu Nini quickly organized the global information flow and reported in a low voice: "Chairman, there are some scattered reports that Microsoft's R&D center in New Jersey seems to have made a major breakthrough in the next-generation operating system... but it has been completely overshadowed by this crash..."

As Lu Yang listened to Lu Nini's report, his eyes flickered slightly, but his expression remained as calm as still water.

He walked to the window and looked down at the ant-like masses below.

No one noticed that his private, encrypted phone vibrated slightly in his pocket.

He took out his phone, and on the screen was a short message from Wei Shu. The female president of Century Group should have been in Singapore with her team, dealing with top semiconductor equipment suppliers from Northern Europe.

But then a completely unrelated message arrived: "As per your instructions, boss, our funds have entered the market and are being used to purchase Microsoft stock in batches..."

Lu Yang's lips curved upwards in a barely perceptible arc before returning to calm.

He put away his phone and turned his gaze to the distant shore of the Pacific Ocean.

Beyond the clamor of the storm, the light of true value is quietly accumulating.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Lianxiang in the distant capital city.

Looking at the news on the screen about Microsoft's stock price plummeting again, Liu Chuanzhi scoffed: "Yesterday was such a good opportunity; we could have minimized the losses, but this kid actually gave it up. Does he really think he's Warren Buffett, dodging Wall Street's scythe? Just wait and see. When the year is up, let's see how he fills this hole! At that time, the little prodigy will be our meal!"

The executives around him echoed his sentiments, their laughter filled with contempt.

On Hong Kong Island, Li Ka-shing put down his teacup and said to Li Zeju, "To remain unmoved amidst such turbulent waves requires remarkable composure. Zeju, this man should not be underestimated, but we should not antagonize him for now. With 1997 imminent, we should simply observe the situation."

His gaze was profound, as if he could see the power hidden behind the unusual calm at the eye of the storm.

In Hunan Province, Yin Mingzhu was busy in her new store, her forehead soaked with sweat.

Her assistant whispered to her the news that Wall Street was profiting at retail investors' losses and that Microsoft's stock had plummeted again.

She paused slightly while wiping the counter, her gaze turning to the bustling street outside the window with a complex expression. In the end, she simply wiped the glass of the display case in front of her even harder, as if trying to erase all distracting thoughts and leave only the clearly visible path of struggle before her.

The ups and downs of others are ultimately their stories.

Inside the office, Lu Yang sat back down at his desk, his fingers tapping lightly on the keyboard, bringing up an encrypted account report.

On the screen, besides the main position with a huge unrealized loss of $600 million that has attracted much attention, there are several other independent accounts listed below.

Holding asset: MSFT.

Total holdings: US$4.87 million.

Average entry price: $32.12.

Current unrealized profit: +15.7%.

It turns out these were his trump cards; the prodigy's 6 million was just a target on the surface.

After all, not all the profits earned by the child prodigy belong to Lu Yang.

I glanced at it a few times.

Lu Yang picked up another dedicated phone line and dialed Wei Shu's overseas number, his voice calm and even: "The Singapore wafer fab project can continue. Yes, I know. Don't worry, the funds that the little prodigy promised will arrive on time within three days and will not affect the equipment deposit payment. As for the cash flow? I... have my own arrangements."

There seemed to be some doubt on the other end of the phone, but Lu Yang's tone carried an undeniable sense of control: "Don't worry, I will withdraw the money before the project is launched and proceed according to plan. The eight-inch line is a must."

The 4.8 million yuan currently being used to build up positions is undoubtedly the same fund raised by Century Group at the beginning of the year that should have flowed to the Singapore wafer fab. However, he has now used it to complete another risky and precise strategic move amidst the carnage created on Wall Street by retail investors.

However, he didn't have much time left.

The funding for the prodigy will be in place within the next three days. Thanks to the mediation of the Singapore government and the fact that Lu Yang has already cleared some obstacles from outside the market in North America, Wei Shu's company team is making good progress in negotiations with the Nordic semiconductor advanced instrument supplier on the introduction of lithography machines.

If it weren't for the need to create a time difference with Lu Yang.

We'll invest the overseas funds that the company worked so hard to raise in the US stock market for a while.

They should have already returned home.

A victory celebration is being held.

No problem, with the funds from Little Prodigy coming in first, the project can still be implemented. After all, Lu Yang is the major shareholder behind Little Prodigy, and Xiao Jun, the nominal president of the company, is Lu Yang's number one henchman.

It's all up to him.

have opinions?
Even if you have opinions, you have to keep them to yourself.

Now we'll see how Wall Street reacts.

Should Microsoft's stock price be suppressed to prevent it from rising, or should it follow the trend of the times?

With 1997 fast approaching, and before the next financial storm arrives, an internet wave will sweep across the market. This is the last hurrah before the financial crisis, and Lu Yang refuses to believe that Microsoft's stock, as the leader of this internet wave sweeping the stock market, can continue to be suppressed. (End of Chapter)