Hong Kong film: Refusing to go undercover, the policeman's path to becoming the richest man.

Chapter 50 Stock Market Crash

"That's precisely why we've been at a loss."

"If the case isn't strong enough, they can wipe out all our efforts with just one phone call."

"They might even turn around and bite us, leaving us with no way out."

"So we only have one chance, our only chance."

Otherwise, we will be the ones who fall.

Superintendent Chen remained silent for a long time.

He Chu continued, "Who does Richard think he is? In the Gold Club, he's not even worthy of carrying his shoes."

"If someone were truly important, why would they be assigned to such menial tasks?"

"Taking him down now would be like stirring up trouble and alerting the enemy, ruining all our plans."

Superintendent Chen suddenly realized, slapping his thigh: "That's right!"

Mr. Wong immediately nodded: "Let's do as Ah Chu says."

"Although he is young, he has a long-term vision and is steady in his work, which suits our needs perfectly."

Superintendent Chan also stated, "Okay, I will fully cooperate with Ah Chu's arrangements."

Huang Lao looked at the two of them and said in a deep voice, "The enemy is powerful, but we are not fighting alone."

"The top leader has already been secretly contacting reliable people."

"The three departments and thirteen bureaus have begun internal investigations, and the progress is going smoothly."

"only----"

Superintendent Chen's heart tightened: "Just what?"

Mr. Huang slowly uttered, "I'm afraid things might get complicated if I wait too long."

Superintendent Chen remained silent.

This operation was far-reaching, complex, and fraught with peril.

Any small oversight could trigger a chain reaction of collapse.

The bigger the plan, the lower the margin for error.

If something goes wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable.

After pondering for a moment, He Chu suddenly spoke up: "I can put some pressure on them and force them to reveal their weaknesses."

Upon hearing this, both Mr. Wong and Superintendent Chan almost doubted that they had misheard, staring at him as if they had seen a ghost.

They were just wondering how to hide themselves from being discovered when He Chu actually wanted to take the initiative to attack?

Superintendent Chen hurriedly reminded him, "Ah Chu, we absolutely mustn't reveal our whereabouts!"

He Chu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't let anyone know that we're watching them."

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

Superintendent Chen finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked the question that had been weighing on Mr. Wong's mind: "If you don't show yourself, how can you put pressure on them?"

He Chu's lips curled slightly, and he said in a calm tone: "The essence of the Golden Club is to use a bunch of seemingly compliant but actually gray-area methods to continuously put money into their own pockets."

"I'll just gently draw a crack in their game."

"We will not use any of our resources throughout the entire process."

"Just a side note—"

The boss looked up: "What is it?"

He Chu smiled, revealing eight neat, white teeth: "I'm planning to pull off a big heist; the rewards will be frighteningly high."

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"I'm wondering if you guys have any trustworthy brothers you could bring in to share some of the profits."

The two were stunned for a moment.

Mr. Huang frowned: "Didn't we agree that these stock opportunities would be handled internally?"

He Chu nodded: "That's right, but I'll only keep 20% of the profits."

"However, the return is too great, and the move is too conspicuous."

"If we were to swallow it all ourselves, it would easily attract attention."

"Let's spread out the business more widely, but I'll take a larger share."

After a moment's thought, Mr. Huang agreed: "How much do you want?"

He Chu said casually, "Half."

After pondering for a moment, Mr. Huang nodded in agreement: "Okay."

When will we make our move?

"The day after tomorrow, Friday," He Chu answered crisply. "That means you only have a day and a half to prepare. I'll be going in tomorrow."

"I have a rule when I do things—once I start, I absolutely do not allow anyone to hitch a ride halfway through."

Mr. Huang then asked, "How do we set the entry requirements?"

He Chu held up one finger: "Starting at 100,000."

"I won't accept orders less than this amount."

"Too trivial, not worth it."

Mr. Huang clapped his hands in approval: "Clear, understandable, and reasonable."

Superintendent Chan interjected, "Can the people in Team B participate?"

He Chu nodded with a smile: "Of course, but you have to put in at least a month's salary, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to my team."

"After all, one must distinguish between those who are close and those who are distant, and those who are related and those who are not."

He made no secret of admitting that he was cultivating a network of connections.

Both Mr. Wong and Superintendent Chan had no objections—this is only human nature.

If someone has a chance to make money and is willing to share it with you, that's already a favor. If you're still greedy, then you don't know how to behave properly.

Just like when they recruit people, they only choose those who are most close to them or with whom they have a real relationship.

Who would give money to a stranger for no reason?

In less than 24 hours, 100 million yuan had been deposited into He Chu's account.

A storm is about to break out.

The stockbroker has been unusually excited these past few days.

He received instructions from the "stock market guru" to secretly accumulate shares in four stocks.

His professional intuition told him: this was the time to take control of the market.

One hundred million yuan is not a large sum of money, but his confidence in He Chu was almost blind.

In his mind, He Sheng was the kind of person who could manipulate the stock market at will.

Ironically, even a seasoned trader with ten years of experience was sweating at this moment.

Inside the VIP room, He Chu laughed upon seeing this, saying, "Don't be nervous, it's just a small scuffle, nothing to worry about."

The stockbroker gave a wry smile: "How could I not be nervous? This is the first time I've ever actually participated in a transaction of this magnitude."

"Thank you, Mr. Ho, for broadening my horizons."

He Chu shook his head and chuckled: "Control the market? No, we don't control the market."

The other party was taken aback: "Not controlling the market?"

He Chu leaned back in his chair, his voice low and slow: "How tiring is it to control the market? It's mentally and physically exhausting, and it's easy to get into trouble."

"We can just follow behind others and pick up the bargains."

The stockbroker looked puzzled: "Is someone planning to make a move today?"

He Chu nodded: "Yes, we'll just wait and see."

The other person lowered their voice: "You have inside information?"

He Chu chuckled: "You want me to be invited for tea by the China Securities Regulatory Commission?"

"Does stock trading really have to rely on insider information? Can't you use your brain?"

The stockbroker was dumbfounded: "They can even figure out who's controlling the market?"

He Chu pointed at the screen: "Why not?"

"Like this one, this one, and this one—"

The three teams he circled were the targets selected by the Golden Club.

The last one is intriguing—it was the one he truly favored.

It was originally very likely to become today's leader, but because the top three were so outstanding, it became the least noticeable one.

This was exactly the effect He Chu wanted.

He can quietly reap all the benefits without attracting attention.

Unlike those three teams, which are destined to be in the spotlight and could be targeted if they are not careful.

He likes the feeling of concealing his strength within.

The stockbroker was full of curiosity.

He knew that most popular stocks were manipulated by major players, but that was usually only noticed after a large number of transactions occurred.

These four stocks, on the surface, remained calm and showed no signs of unusual activity.

On the contrary, the last one showed a slightly abnormal trend due to He Chu's continued accumulation.

He simply couldn't understand how He Chu had foreseen that someone was about to make a move.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

When the opening bell rings, all thoughts must cease.

The real contest has begun.

He had to follow the stock market guru's instructions with complete concentration; there was no room for distraction at this moment.

He Chu issued one trading order after another, and the stockbroker stared intently at the screen, holding his breath, when he suddenly noticed something strange—

Although the account clearly held four stocks, He Chu had never touched three of them since the purchase.

Even more shockingly, the prices of these three stocks have skyrocketed as if they were set on fire, now soaring to dozens of times their original value!

The stockbroker was dumbfounded and deeply shocked—it turned out that someone could actually control the market silently! It was unbelievable! Fortunately, he had followed He Chu's lead and had already made several trades.

He exclaimed sincerely, "Mr. He, you are simply a genius! Every step you take is perfectly timed and flawless."

"We made quite a bit of money this time," He Chu said calmly, without a trace of emotion.

"The numbers on the books don't count; they're just numbers."

"You only truly earn money when it's actually in your pocket."

"The operation over there isn't finished yet, there's no need to rush to close the net."

The stockbroker respectfully inquired, "Mr. He, should we proceed with those three stocks?"

He Chu nodded gently: "Yes, but not now, the time is not right."

"We cannot allow ourselves to be trapped, nor can we give others a chance to turn the tables."

Trading is like hunting; when to strike depends entirely on timing.

When it comes to harvesting leeks (a metaphor for exploiting others), accuracy is key.

The stockbroker was thrilled. He had only ever seen big players fleece retail investors before, but now the situation was reversed, with big players being treated like韭菜 (a metaphor for being exploited). This was something he had never heard of before.

He was filled with anticipation, wondering how He Sheng would wield that sharp blade.

He turned to re-examine the stock he was currently trading, and was suddenly startled—

Good heavens! The profits from this stock are shockingly high!

He hurriedly pulled up the data for comparison and was shocked to find that the profit of this one stock was equal to the total profit of the other three stocks!

It was only because the three stocks' price increases were so astonishing that no one immediately noticed their terrifying returns.

Looking at the overall market trend, sure enough, these four stocks have become the leading gainers in their respective sectors today.

"He Sheng says he won't manipulate the market, but in reality, he's already become the most ruthless market manipulator," the stockbroker thought to himself.

He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. He, how exactly can one truly make money in the stock market?"

He Chu glanced at the candlestick charts of the four stocks, confirmed that there were no abnormal fluctuations, and patiently explained, "This is a question worth answering."

"Stocks are meant to raise funds for companies, but ordinary people buy stocks for returns."

In other words, everyone wants to make money.

"Where did the money come from?"

"I have a simple logic you can write down." The stockbroker's eyes lit up, and his heart raced. Could this be the legendary stock trading secret?

He Chu continued, "Everything has a price."

"For example, distilled water also has a market price."

"If a bottle cost ten yuan, would you buy it?"

The stockbroker nodded: "Yes, this price is reasonable."

He Chu then asked, "What if it's twenty yuan?"

The stockbroker hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "It's just a bottle of water, not even imported mineral water. It's too expensive, no one will buy it."

He Chu smiled and said, "See, that's right."

Goods have intrinsic value and market price.

"When can I start making money?"

"That's when the public feels it's 'worth it'."

"Once everyone feels it's not worth it, the deal ends."

"So the money you earn is actually the psychological price that others are willing to pay for it."

"It's like a bottle of water that costs one dollar to produce, but people think it's worth ten dollars, or even fifteen dollars."

"So those merchants profit from the difference between cost and selling price?"

"wrong!"

"They earn the premium from public approval."

The stockbroker seemed to understand something.

He Chu continued, "We should look at it this way when choosing stocks."

First, study the company's financial statements, business operations, and future potential to set a target price for it.

"Just like when you buy water at a convenience store, you have a bottom line in your mind regarding the price."

"If the price is lower than this, you can buy; if it's higher, you have to sell."

"Most importantly, you also need to figure out how others view this stock."

"Remember, what we earn in the stock market is never the intrinsic value of a company, but rather the bias in public perception."

"As for how to truly achieve stable profits? Only through repeated practice."

"As long as you accurately grasp the valuation range, it's hard to lose money."

The stockbroker was suddenly enlightened, almost standing up with excitement: "Thank you, Mr. He, I understand!"

I really understand now!

He was overjoyed, never expecting that the stock market guru's operational strategy would be so clear and profound.

To put it bluntly, stock trading is nothing more than a psychological game, a battle of wits with others.

As long as you accurately grasp the pulse of market sentiment, your positions will naturally find buyers.

If you misjudge the wind direction, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself and be stuck with the losses.

This is the key to truly making money!

How to practice? It relies on systematic refinement and accumulation.

There are no shortcuts, only practice makes perfect.

The stockbroker was overjoyed.

Although He Chu did not teach specific techniques, he did not care about these details at all.

He doesn't lack techniques, but he lacks the kind of overarching mental framework that allows him to grasp the whole picture.

Like the "Nine Swords of Dugu," a martial arts manual goes straight to the essence.

He Chu's few words filled in the gaps in his long-standing understanding.

That feeling of sudden enlightenment is like a wake-up call or a sudden awakening.

He asked excitedly, "Mr. He, what's our next step?"

He Chu gently shook his head: "Buy low and sell high, nothing fancy."

That's all for today.

We'll see how things go tomorrow.

He then smiled and said, "The real show begins tomorrow afternoon."

The stockbroker nodded emphatically; at this moment, he was completely convinced of He Chu's abilities and would obey his every word.

He Chu said in a low voice, "This business is like a gamble. The most important thing is to control yourself."

Everything has its limits; excess leads to disaster.

The words struck him like a thunderbolt, and the agent was startled, bowing respectfully: "Thank you for your guidance, Mr. He."

He Chu waved his hand, turned and left, his figure elegant, but he did not go home, but went straight to Luo Zhiming's residence.

Upon seeing him, Luo Zhiming couldn't help but complain, "Ah Chu, can we be a little more discreet? You always leave all the communications with me; it's putting a lot of pressure on me."

He Chu waved his hand: "It's alright, don't worry."

"You've done such a great job, Richard won't be watching you."

"A mere 50 million in cash is considered one of the top funds in the Gold Club."

"If he dares to investigate you again, just slap him across the face."

"It's a real fan, it's okay."

Luo Zhiming smiled wryly: "Ah Chu, you overestimate me."

He Chu said seriously, "I'm not joking, I'm telling the truth."

"You really don't need to worry."

Luo Zhiming's heart skipped a beat, and he tentatively asked, "Has the Golden Club made any big moves recently?"

He Chu smiled and said, "They truly live up to their reputation. Do you know how much capital they're mobilizing right now?"

"How much?" Luo Zhiming asked urgently.

"Three hundred million."

"Only three hundred million?" Luo Zhiming frowned. "That's not much, is it?"

"It doesn't seem like much on the surface," He Chu chuckled, "but with leverage, three hundred million can move three billion, or even tens of billions!"

"And now? Do you still think it's not enough?"

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Luo Zhiming gasped.

He Chu continued, "They acquired control of three leading stocks today, and their unrealized profits are enough to support their next move."

"Tomorrow afternoon will be the time for them to close the net."

"If all goes well, this wave could wipe out 50 billion!"

Luo Zhiming swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Ah Chu—are you kidding me?"

He Chu shrugged: "Would I joke about something like this?"

Luo Zhiming was almost frantic: "The Golden Club already has absolute power. If they get another 50 billion in cash, who in the entire Hong Kong Island can keep them in check?"

He Chu smiled faintly: "Of course not."

Luo Zhiming was filled with regret: "If I had known they had such a big appetite and such a meticulous plan, I should never have sent that fifty million in the first place!"

He Chu's face darkened: "If you really do that, it will be disobeying orders, and I will consider removing you from the mission."

Luo Zhiming rolled his eyes: "I've always upheld the bottom line for police officers!"