Starting with a fully invested A-share portfolio to become a capital...

Chapter 268 Two Top-Tier Speculative Investors Settle Accounts; Zhang Yang Has Nowhere to Escape

Qiu Baoyu never expected that "Fuchun Road" would be so despicable. He had painstakingly consolidated for two months, and just when his cost was about to fall below 10 yuan, the other party suddenly launched a counterattack and didn't even change the speculative capital seat.

Not only Qiu Baoyu was furious, but more than a dozen of his relatives from the "Minfu Brotherhood" who followed him also erupted in anger, filling the open trading area with all sorts of vulgar language.

"I curse his ancestors for eighteen generations! We've been consolidating for two months, and he just comes to cause trouble. He's so desperate for money, I wonder if he was a poor ghost in his past life!"

"Lacking in martial ethics, of low character and morally corrupt, Fuchun Road is truly the worst of the worst, the scum of the scum!"

"Damn it, if you've got the guts, get a different ticket, and I'll smash it to death!"

"They've eaten the first wave and now they want the second! I've never seen anyone so greedy. If you ask me, we should just stay here and not move!"

"I agree, let's stay put!"

"Can you dig up the information about Fuchun Road? I'll definitely go over there and give him a good beating, and show him why the flowers are so red!"

Listening to his brothers' grumbling, Qiu Gaocai stopped scratching his size 46 feet and remained calm, saying in a deep voice, "Fuchun Road's re-intervention may not be a bad thing."

"Not a bad thing?"

"Uncle Cai, what are you saying?"

“Our cost basis isn’t low enough. I can’t think of any way this is going to benefit us.”

"Give us another two months, and Haitong Foods' cost price will definitely be 7 yuan, or even lower."

The Qiu brothers were puzzled; they couldn't think of any advantageous opportunities for the lower classes.

At this moment, Qiu Hongxuan, who had a handsome appearance, wore frameless glasses, and had a refined demeanor, asked, "Uncle Cai, what are you thinking about? Why would Fuchun Road's involvement be beneficial to us?"

"It's not that it's advantageous to us, but rather that it has both advantages and disadvantages." Qiu Gaocai shook his head and explained his thoughts: "The advantage is that the investment acumen of Fuchun Road is extremely sharp. Since he first appeared in the public eye in May, there has been no news of him failing to control the market, both inside and outside the industry. This is very frightening."

A single ticket is a matter of luck.

Getting two tickets was a matter of luck.

Ten tickets?

This can only be attributed to skill!
Speculative investors, retail investors, and even institutional managers are all cursing "Fuchun Road" as a beast, but no one ever says "Fuchun Road" is good.

Qiu Gaocai paused for half a second, then said, "His sudden attack on us might be because he has some inside information. It's possible that Haitong Foods and Yijing Optoelectronics have reached an agreement."

"As for the downside, it disrupted our consolidation, making it impossible for us to continue using the fluctuations to make T+0 trades."

"Now that Uncle Cai says it, it really does seem to make sense," Qiu Hongxuan muttered to himself.

They bought Haitong Foods, but not actually Haitong Foods; they bought Yijing Optoelectronics, the company that was being used for a backdoor listing.

As a leading photovoltaic company, Yijing Optoelectronics is a direct beneficiary of the green energy concept, and its future potential is very broad.

Once Yijing Optoelectronics is confirmed to be listed, with their holding cost price of 10 yuan, they will have at least a 50% profit margin.

"Uncle Cai is right. The people on Fuchun Road are a bit of a beast, but they have a very sharp eye. Let's wait and see what happens tomorrow."

Chiu Pao-yu also spoke out.

He was truly at his wit's end. With a small portfolio of 16 billion yuan, he couldn't possibly crash "Fuchun Road." Who knew if the other party's current capital was over 10 billion yuan, or even more?

Observing the situation calmly and responding to changes with constancy is a sound strategy.

Just as the "Minfu Brotherhood" was digesting the negative emotions brought about by "Fuchun Road," retail investors on the other side collectively broke through their defenses.

[Monk using Pantene to wash his hair]: Fuchun Road, damn Fuchun Road, why is such a seat at Haitong Foods?! Ahhh!
[She said there were many people and thought I was there]: You son of a bitch Fuchun Road, you weren't satisfied after one round, you wanted to do it a second time. My grandma is a witch doctor, you just wait, I'll have my grandma cast a spell on you and make your little brother ooze pus!
[The Unruly Man]: Don't panic, everyone. This stock belongs to God A. With God A controlling the market, Fuchun Road can't cause any trouble.

[Loneliness is like a shadow]: That's right, that's right, A-God is the bookmaker. No matter how awesome Fuchun Road is, can it be more awesome than Asking?

It's no secret that Qiu Baoyu got involved with Haitong Foods.

As a figure on par with Xu Xiang, the Grand Master, and Zhang Jianping, the Alliance Leader, Qiu Baoyu, the existence of Asking has reassured many retail investors in Haitong Foods, at least they don't have to worry about the stock price being driven down.

At the same time, in an internal communication group for speculative investors created by Qiu Baoyu using a secondary account, a fellow speculative investor named "Mazu's Little Darling" was complaining to other speculative investors in the group.

[Mazu's Little Darling]: Fuchun Road is a real beast! We spent two months sorting out Haitong Foods, and this guy just dumped hundreds of millions of yuan into it without saying a word.

[Nanyang Battle Song]: So violent?
[Hujialou]: What a beast!
[Brother Zhao]: 666, I thought it was because there was inside information about Haitong Foods and Yijing Optoelectronics, and that you Minfu speculative investors were pulling them in. I almost rushed in.

[Guixi Wolf Army]: Then I'm done. The moment I saw the unusual activity, I added 600 million to my position. My darling, A God, please don't throw money at me!

[Mazu's Little Darling]: We definitely won't smash anything here. What's the point of smashing something with just one board? I don't know if they'll smash anything on Fuchun Road.

[Ma Xinqi]: ​​Wait, are you saying that Fuchun Road invested 200 million yuan in Haitong Foods without your Lao Zhuang's consent?
[Mazu's Little Darling]: Yes, if Haitong Foods' plate wasn't so small, we would have smashed Fuchun Road to the ground.

With a circulating market capitalization of 16 billion, they were truly helpless against "Fuchun Road" and could only watch as the other party pushed their way in.

However, what this "Mazu's Little Darling" speculator didn't expect was that Ma Xinqi frowned immediately upon seeing the message, muttering to himself, "Aren't they all in cahoots, forcibly entering A God's ticket on Fuchun Road?"

"What is Brother Ma thinking?"

At this moment, Shu Yimin, who weighed nearly 200 pounds, returned to his trading position, holding a cup of cola in his hand.

He wasn't unwilling to lose weight, but simply couldn't because of the many temptations outside.

For example, two years ago, Shu Yimin wanted to lose weight by jogging at night, but as he ran, he found that the night stalls on the roadside smelled really good. In the end, he not only failed to lose weight, but also gained 20 pounds.

"It seems we made a mistake." Ma Xinqi came to his senses, his gaze turning serious.

"What's wrong?" Shu Yimin asked, puzzled.

Sun Guodong, who was standing to the side, yawned and asked, "What prediction was wrong?"

"The relationships between the people in this mysterious poker organization are so complex that Fu Chunlu and God A might not even know each other," Ma Xinqi said, scanning the two of them.

"Impossible, right?" Sun Guodong's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said, "This is information that Brother Xiang personally found out."

“Look at A God’s chat group, there are Fujian-based speculators criticizing Fuchun Road.”

While giving directions, Ma Xinqi added, "Judging from their tone, it seems they don't know Fuchun Road at all."

"Could it be that his rank is too low to access that level?" Sun Guodong frowned and opened the QQ group to check the messages.

"It's possible."

"What are you talking about? You look so gloomy."

Just as Ma Xinqi finished speaking, Xu Xiang and Xu Haiou walked out of the office and returned to their workstations in the open trading area.

"Regarding Haitong Foods, Fuchun Road and A God's Brotherhood have gotten into a fight," Ma Xinqi replied succinctly.

"Fuchun Road? Asking? Are you kidding me?"

Xu Xiang looked utterly incredulous, while Xu Haiou, standing beside him, was even more puzzled: "Aren't they from the same organization? How could they possibly be fighting?"

"I don't understand it either, but that's just how it is." Ma Xinqi shrugged; he didn't know what was going on either.

"That's true, this 'little darling' really cursed her harshly, she almost dug up her ancestors for eighteen generations and whipped their corpses."

Sun Guodong suddenly spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Xu Haiou and Xu Xiang quickly approached to check the chat history.

After a while.

The two looked at each other.

Something is wrong!
Something is very wrong!
Xu Haiou realized something and looked at Xu Xiang, suggesting, "We might have misjudged the relationship between Fuchun Road and God A. I feel it's necessary to have a face-to-face talk with God A."

"I'll give him a call and ask." Xu Xiang wasn't stupid; the moment he saw the chat history, he realized something was wrong.

If he remembered correctly, the funds of the Minfu Brotherhood were all relatives of Qiu Baoyu, and they were naturally inclined to trust each other. If Qiu Baoyu really was "Mr. A" of the mysterious poker organization, it was impossible for the other party not to know any inside information.

Even if they really didn't know, the fact that Qiu Baoyu and other Fujian-based speculators didn't react when "Mazu's Little Darling" started cursing like this seems to already explain the situation.

"I hope Tao Yuang wasn't lying to me."

Xu Xiang murmured to himself.

"Dududu-"

Not a moment.

The call was answered.

"Xu Xiang?"

Qiu Baoyu was somewhat surprised, clearly not expecting Xu Xiang to call.

"Are you busy?" Xu Xiang asked.

"It's alright. The A-share market has closed, but I've already opened the Hong Kong stock market. I lost money on options, but it's only a couple of million." Qiu Baoyu didn't seem to be a sore loser; he mentioned it frankly.

The best thing about options is that you can anchor your investment to an ideal price with a very small amount of money, so you won't be wiped out even if you lose money.

When the other party suddenly mentioned Hong Kong stock options, Xu Xiang asked curiously, "You opened 20 million worth of call options on China Unicom?"

"Hmm, I was thinking of taking a gamble. After all, the US version, Japanese version, and Hong Kong version of the iPhone 3GS all sold so well, there was no reason why the mainland China version of the iPhone 3GS would be so bad. But I really didn't expect that the mainland China version of the iPhone 3GS would be such a big hit."

Qiu Baoyu was filled with helplessness.

This time he really learned his lesson: the fact that the iPhone 3GS sold well in Europe, America, Japan, South Korea, and even Taiwan and Hong Kong does not mean it will sell well in mainland China.

In 2009, the internet in mainland China was just starting out, and internet companies focused on the PC platform, at most creating a WAP webpage as a substitute for the mobile platform.

Of course, making a WAP web version was out of necessity, because in mainland China, feature phones and 2G networks were still the main devices. At that time, it would take several seconds to load web page images, so making a software app that refreshes in real time was just nonsense.

An iPhone 3GS without software is like a traditional courtyard house in a remote mountain village; it's so unappealing that you'd be creeped out if you gave it away, let alone sell it.

"Everyone has their own expertise. This round was indeed problematic, but it also indirectly reflects the accurate judgment of the mysterious poker organization."

The moment Xu Xiang uttered those words, he immediately perked up his ears, eager to know how Qiu Baoyu would react.

"What poker organization?"

Qiu Baoyu was stunned.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he asked, "I heard that you and Mr. Ge from Chaos Investment were betting against China Unicom with someone. Could it be this poker organization?"

"You do not know?"

Xu Xiang countered with a question.

Qiu Baoyu hesitated for a moment on the other end of the phone, then asked in return, "Should I know?"

"Do you know Tao Yuang from China Asset Management? He's a poker player." Xu Xiang asked again.

"What the heck? I know Tao Yuang. What does '3 in poker' mean?"

Qiu Baoyu felt that Xu Xiang had gone mad, as he kept saying things he couldn't understand.

"Do you know Mr. J?"

Xu Xiang continued to ask.

Qiu Baoyu seemed to have lost his patience and complained, "Xu Xiang, you should just speak more plainly. You're talking like an old lady in her sleep. What poker 3, Mr. J? I'm Mr. A!"

"Huh?!" Xu Xiang exclaimed in surprise, "You finally admit it?"

"I'll admit it my ass! I have no idea what nonsense you're spouting. You didn't call just to mess with me, did you?"

Qiu Baoyu was about to hang up; he had a great show planned for that evening. Listening to the other person's tone, Xu Xiang gradually realized he'd been tricked by Tao Yuang.

At yesterday's dinner, Tao Yuang clearly mentioned that Qiu Baoyu was Mr. A, and Zhang Yang was Xiao Wang, while Da Wang never showed up.

With a string of fabricated stories, he successfully swindled Xu Xiang out of 100 million yuan.

In order to remove potential weaknesses and facilitate his extramarital affairs, Tao Yuang has sent his wife Yue Shuxue and son Tao Xiaotao to Singapore, while he continues to make money in China.

The most important reason why Tao Yuang didn't betray Zhang Yang when faced with the temptations of money and beautiful women was that the latter had leverage over him.

If he hadn't been caught red-handed, he would have already exposed Zhang Yang's misdeeds to Xu Xiang.

As for now, he hasn't made enough money yet. If he exposes himself in public, it means he should be prepared to run away.

Xu Xiang suppressed his anger and said frankly, "So, you're saying you're not with Fuchun Road? And you don't know Mr. J, right?"

"No, I have no dealings with Fuchun Road. My dealings with Tao Yuang were about buying shares in Haitong Foods. Do you understand what a negotiated transfer is?"

Chiu Pao-yu responded irritably.

Xu Xiang: "I understand. I hope what you're saying is true."

“It’s fucking true.” Qiu Baoyu had barely finished speaking when he suddenly asked, “Do you know who Fuchun Road is?”

"Extroverted".

"impossible!"

"And the Shadowless Kick."

"No way? The Shadowless Kick?"

"There might also be Mr. Liu from Hongyue Investment. Fuchun Road isn't just one person, but a multi-person organization, like a suicide squad or a brotherhood, you know what I mean?"

"understood."

Qiu Baoyu closed his eyes, and the faces of Zhang Yang and Liao Guopei flashed through his mind. As for Boss Liu, he didn't know who he was. He was probably the super boss hiding behind the scenes.

"So you really have nothing to do with them?" Xu Xiang suddenly asked again.

"No."

Qiu Baoyu's answer was resolute.

"Okay, I'll stop here for now. Contact me anytime if you need anything. I have some things to take care of." Xu Xiang thought of Tao Yuang. How dare the other party lie to him? He really didn't want to live anymore.

"Then you go ahead and get busy, we'll talk later."

"Bye-Bye."

The two hung up the phone.

Because he was close by, Xu Haiou heard everything Qiu Baoyu said. He saw a flash of anger in his eyes and whispered, "Tao Yuang definitely knows something. If we want to get to the bottom of this, we can put him in jail first."

"how to do?"

Sun Guodong quickly responded.

“He took our money, and all he needs to do is transfer another sum, then record a recording of him using suggestive language, and we can convict him of extortion,” Xu Haiou explained his idea.

Extortion carries a very heavy sentence; if the amount exceeds 50 yuan, the sentence is usually at least 10 years.

Many people have been framed and imprisoned for up to 10 years, mostly for receiving so-called "gag money," which is not recognized by law. Moreover, the word "gag money" itself carries the connotation of extortion.

"I'll ask him out tonight." Xu Xiang couldn't wait any longer; he was determined to set Tao Yuang up.

"You two just talked about this yesterday, what reason will you use this time?" Xu Haiou asked.

“Here it is, ready-made: Haitong Foods, No. 2 Fuchun Road. Let’s see how he makes up this.” Xu Xiang’s eyes were cold; he wanted to see who was lying.

……

At nightfall.

Huashan Hospital affiliated with Fudan University.

International Department.

After finishing his business at the company, Zhang Yang visited Xu Zhirou at Huashan Hospital again, where she had been resting for three days.

As soon as he entered the international department, the nurses who passed by all greeted Zhang Yang with smiles; they all knew this promising young entrepreneur.

Good evening, Mr. Zhang.

"Aren't you guys off work yet?"

"Not yet, we work the day shift."

"Yes, until midnight."

"That's still a while away. What are the requirements for becoming a nurse in the international department?" Zhang Yang stopped and chatted with them.

The nurse thought for a moment and replied, "You need to be able to speak English. Most of the patients in the international department are senior executives from foreign companies, so you need to be able to communicate effectively with them."

"The salary must be very high, right?"

"A little over ten thousand."

"With such a high salary, you could get a mortgage to buy a house after working for two years, haha."

“We dare not take on a mortgage. To use your stock market terms, a 30-year mortgage is equivalent to overdrawing your money for the next 30 years. If we go all in on those cement bricks, we’d be devastated if we lost everything.”

"Exactly, we wouldn't dare to use leverage for 30 years to buy a house."

In Shanghai, a major financial metropolis, almost anyone can chat about stocks, which is something rarely seen in smaller cities.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly and reminded him gently, "If it's valuable, the leveraged bet might double, haha. I won't disturb your work, I'll go and get my friend discharged first."

"Mr. Zhang, please go ahead with your work."

"Your girlfriend is really beautiful, Mr. Zhang."

The two nurses left while joking around.

After walking a short distance, a nurse couldn't help but ask, "Hey, tell me, is it really worth buying a house now?"

“A house in Shanghai costs over a million yuan. If you earn 10,000 yuan a month, it would take you 10 years to earn that amount without eating or drinking. Think it through. Anyway, I’m not buying. I’ll go back to my hometown and buy a house there. Houses there only cost a few hundred thousand yuan.”

"That's true, houses are cheaper back home."

Because of his high profile, Zhang Yang kept greeting people along the way. It has to be said that the doctors and nurses in the international department are too idle, giving a sense of wasted medical resources.

Arriving at the door of Xu Zhirou's VIP ward, Zhang Yang looked inside.

At this moment, Xu Zhirou was leaning against the headboard, holding Gabriel García Márquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in her hand. The loose blue and white striped hospital gown did not diminish her beauty; on the contrary, it added a touch of fragile and delicate beauty to her.

She read the book very attentively, as if she wanted to memorize every word, and she turned the pages very, very slowly.

On the bedside table to one side, there is also a copy of Yasunari Kawabata's "Snow Country".

Zhang Yang didn't disturb him; he didn't like anyone interrupting his thoughts when he was reading.

Just as he was about to leave and find a place to sit for a while, Dr. You Botao called out from afar, "Mr. Zhang."

The other person approached with a wide grin, as if they had encountered something happy.

Hearing the sound, Xu Zhirou in the ward interrupted her reading.

She looked up from her book and gazed toward the doorway.

"Dr. You."

Zhang Yang responded with a smile.

"The discharge procedures are all done, Mr. Zhang, and the medical examination results are very good. However, you still need to remind Mr. Xu to take care of his health, at least to eat on time," You Botao instructed.

“Okay, I’ll talk to her about it later,” Zhang Yang nodded in response.

You Botao: "Okay, call me anytime if you need anything. I'll stay up all night tonight."

"take note of it."

Zhang Yang nodded slightly.

After You Botao turned and left, Zhang Yang looked back at the ward and met Xu Zhirou's eyes.

"Tonight or tomorrow?"

Zhang Yang walked into the ward.

"I'll sleep one more night, and I'll go straight back to the company tomorrow," Xu Zhirou replied calmly.

The VIP wards in the international department are no different from hotel suites, so there's no need to worry about not sleeping comfortably.

"There's no need to rush back to the company. I've already arranged everything. You can take another day, go out for a walk, get some sun, and get some exercise."

"It's just a hospital check-up. Do you think I'm some kind of elderly person who's hospitalized for a long time? I even went out to get some sun and exercise."

"Isn't this for your health? If you get sick, Uncle Xu will have to fly to Shanghai overnight."

As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, he reminded him again: "Did you hear what Dr. You said? Eat on time. If you really don't have time, you can put a piece of candy in your pocket and put it under your tongue when you feel hungry."

In his past life, Zhang Yang worked hard on Wall Street and often forgot to eat. He also experienced fainting due to low blood sugar. After many times, he knew how to deal with it.

Xu Zhirou's expression was somewhat complicated as she asked, "Have you fainted many times due to low blood sugar? Or..."

"then what?"

Zhang Yang inquired.

"It's nothing, I was just curious why you looked so skilled. You don't seem like the kind of person who studies so diligently that you forget to eat and sleep." Xu Zhirou smoothed things over. She didn't know if Zhang Yang had specifically looked up "anti-dizziness strategies" for her, or if he had come up with a solution specifically for her.

“Then you’re mistaken. When I was in high school, I was one of the most diligent students in the whole school. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even have been able to get a ticket to come to Shanghai,” Zhang Yang said with a faint smile.

As someone from northern Guangdong, where educational resources are underdeveloped, he could only get into Shanghai University of Finance and Economics despite his best efforts. However, with the change of educational platform, his learning and trading talents were able to be fully displayed.

Xu Zhirou pursed her lips, clearly not believing Zhang Yang's nonsense. She knew that men in finance were the best at lying, especially to women.

"Which generation of the family have you seen?" Zhang Yang's gaze fell on the copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in Xu Zhirou's hands.

“In the third generation, Arcadio’s illegitimate son, Arcadio II, survived the massacre and hid in his room translating the prophetic parchment scrolls left by the Gypsies until he died of old age,” Xu Zhirou replied.

"Then we'll reveal the cycle of fate. Well, I won't disturb you while you read. I've already taken care of the discharge procedures and fees." Zhang Yang prepared to leave.

"What do you think is the meaning of life?" Xu Zhirou suddenly asked, a hint of confusion flashing in her foxy, wise eyes.

This question startled Zhang Yang. He thought about it carefully and replied, "This is a very philosophical question. Some people will tell you that the meaning of life is to experience the world, to see how flowers bloom, how water flows, how the sun rises, and how the sun sets, but these are all too elegant."

After a half-second pause, Zhang Yang gave his answer: "I believe the meaning of life is to live it in the way that is most comfortable for you, because death is inevitable. Choosing the way that is most comfortable and pleasant for you to face it is the meaning of life."

"For example, I enjoy trading, so I don't spend my time looking at flowers, plants, mountains, and rivers. Instead, I devote myself to the capital market and feel the fluctuations of K-lines."

"Um……"

Xu Zhirou seemed to be deep in thought.

(End of this chapter)