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On a rainy night in July 2005, the top floor of an inconspicuous office building in Futian District, Shenzhen, was brightly lit.

There are no company signs here, the elevator requires a special password card to reach, and behind the heavy soundproof door at the end of the corridor is another world.

The 300-square-meter open space was divided into several areas.

The most eye-catching feature is the huge LED screen that occupies the entire wall, displaying global major stock indices, commodity futures, foreign exchange rates, and intraday charts and K-lines of dozens of A-shares.

Below the screen are two rows of twelve high-performance computer terminals.

The air was filled with the faint hum unique to the server room, and a suppressed, almost suffocating concentration.

This is Lei Guoliang's Ghost Fleet command center. It began secret construction three months ago, and all hardware and software debugging was just completed last week.

At this moment, there are only four people in the room.

Lei Guoliang stood in front of the giant screen, his hands in his trouser pockets, his gaze calmly sweeping over the fluctuating numbers.

Three steps behind him stood a middle-aged man, Zhao Shanhe, wearing a neatly pressed shirt and frameless glasses.

He was the captain of this fleet, a former star fund manager in the public fund industry. He left due to ideological differences and internal struggles, and was poached by Lei Guoliang with a large sum of money, signing an almost harsh confidentiality and non-compete agreement.

The other two, a man and a woman, are the core members of the team brought by Zhao Shanhe.

The man, in his early thirties, was in charge of quantitative trading and algorithms. He was typing rapidly on his keyboard, testing the newly debugged account concealment system.

The woman, slightly older, was the risk control manager. She stared expressionlessly at another screen displaying constantly scrolling compliance and risk monitoring data.

"Is everything ready?" Lei Guoliang didn't turn around; his voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet space.

"Ready, Mr. Lei." Zhao Shanhe pushed up his glasses and said in a steady tone, "One hundred clean tractor accounts are in place, the funding channels have been tested, and the sub-account algorithm can ensure that our single purchases are integrated into the natural market trading volume and will not attract special attention from the exchange."

The risk control model is already loaded. Once a single stock holding or the overall position reaches the preset warning line, the system will automatically issue a warning and partially lock up the position.

Lei Guoliang nodded and walked to the tactical table in the center. There was no computer on the table, only an A4 sheet of paper with two columns of stock codes and names printed on it, along with handwritten percentages.

If any securities analyst at the time had seen the list on paper, they would have scoffed at it:

Hudong Heavy Machinery, Yunnan Copper, Guangdong Shipbuilding International, Qilu Gold, Chihong Zinc & Germanium, and Yunnan Tin.

Zhao Shanhe's gaze lingered on the list for more than a minute, especially on the first three.

Hudong Heavy Machinery, whose main business is shipbuilding, has mediocre performance and its stock price has been hovering around 5-6 yuan for a long time, attracting little interest.

Yunnan Copper Industry is expected to benefit somewhat from rising copper prices, but the situation is far from frenzied. Chihong Zinc & Germanium is an even more obscure sector.

"President Lei," Zhao Shanhe finally spoke, his tone cautious: "This configuration... is very aggressive, and highly concentrated on the first three."

Especially in the shipbuilding and non-ferrous metals sectors, which are highly cyclical and subject to significant fluctuations. With our current capital, if the market doesn't accept this logic, or if the industry's performance falls short of expectations, we may face substantial liquidity risk and net asset value drawdown.

He phrased it euphemistically, but his meaning was clear: this wasn't like investing, it was more like gambling, and betting on a few universally acknowledged bad cards.

Lei Guoliang picked up the paper and tapped Hudong Heavy Machinery and Yunnan Copper Industry with his fingertip.

"Mr. Zhao, I invited you here not to judge whether I'm right or wrong." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable tone.

"I'm sending you here to use your most professional skills and team to ensure that my will is executed in the most perfect, discreet, and efficient way."

He looked up at Zhao Shanhe: "You just need to answer me, with this setup, can you complete the entire position building within three months without the market noticing?"

Zhao Shanhe met Lei Guoliang's gaze. There was no fanaticism, no hesitation, only a deep, unfathomable calm and confidence in that gaze.

This calmness was more powerful than any grand pronouncement. He suddenly remembered what the headhunter had said: "Mr. Lei sees things from a different perspective than we do. You just need to execute."

"Yes," Zhao Shanhe said decisively. "The position-splitting algorithm can solve the concealment problem. However, the pace of position building needs to be carefully controlled, especially in the early stages, to avoid alerting the enemy."

"You decide the specific pace. I just want the results." Lei Guoliang handed the paper back to him and said, "The initial capital is 3.5 million, which will arrive tomorrow. After the position is established, we will enter a quiet holding period."

Not a single share may be sold without my direct order. Daily fluctuations do not need to be reported to me. I will check the net asset value once a month.

"Understood." Zhao Shanhe took the heavy list, feeling as if he were holding not a piece of paper, but a gold-plated ticket to an unknown realm of wealth.

"Furthermore," Lei Guoliang added casually, but Zhao Shanhe's heart skipped a beat, "this room, everything that happened here, including this list, is top secret. You should know the consequences of leaking it."

"Don't worry, Mr. Lei. Every member of the team has signed a lifetime confidentiality agreement, and their bonuses and performance-based pay are enough to keep them quiet. Physical isolation and communication monitoring are also in place," Zhao Shanhe said solemnly.

Lei Guoliang didn't say anything more. He took one last look at the still calm K-line charts on the screen, then turned and left.

The heavy, soundproof door closed silently behind him, shutting out the world filled with the roar of future money.

For the rest of July, Anjia Tianxia experienced both extremes, both inside and outside the city.

On the surface, the real estate front is ablaze with activity and fierce competition.

Su Wanqing launched a summer offensive in East China, with her plan to open 100 stores in Shanghai going all out, and the competition for high-end market share entered a fierce stage.

Her contact with Hong Kong capital escalated, and a preliminary letter of intent for a joint bid for a prime plot of land in Pudong was quietly placed on her desk.

Shen Mo transformed into a predatory crocodile in South China. After her first victory with the asset package acquisition model, she turned her attention to more high-quality projects that had stalled due to funding issues.

At the same time, she began to frequently contact local trusts and private equity firms in South China to explore the possibility of establishing a real estate acquisition fund, her appetite growing ever larger.

Han Mei is making great strides in the north. She has secured exclusive agency rights for two major demolition areas in Beijing, with the estimated derivative transaction value exceeding one billion yuan.

Her stores in Chang'an and Hohhot, which had been strategically positioned in advance, began to attract the first wave of customers brought in by the market boom.

In her phone calls with Lei Guoliang, she started using the imagery of the northern landscape to describe her territory.

The group's monthly meeting revealed dazzlingly impressive data. Performance in each region doubled or even more year-on-year, with ample cash flow.

But the atmosphere in the meeting room, besides excitement, was also mixed with a subtle tension and a sense of probing.

Everyone felt that they had made the greatest contribution and deserved more resources and greater autonomy.

Lei Guoliang sat in the main seat, listening to the report. His gaze swept calmly over Su Wanqing's arrogance beneath her reserve, Shen Mo's ambition beneath his sharpness, and Han Mei's territorial awareness beneath her forthrightness.

He affirmed the move and approved most of the reasonable budget increases, but also clearly drew red lines: any behavior that crosses legal boundaries, damages the company's brand, or attempts to circumvent headquarters oversight will be severely punished.

"The cake is getting bigger, but the rules for dividing it must be clearer." He concluded calmly, but his words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

Secretly, the ghost fleet quietly set sail.

Zhao Shanhe led his small team, like the most patient hunters, to begin executing that incredible stock accumulation plan.

Every day, through hundreds of tractor accounts distributed across different brokerage branches, small orders, multiple transactions, and at different price levels are slowly but steadily absorbing the stocks on the list.