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

Chapter 51 The Thief Cries "Stop Thief!"

"But things have changed now!"

He Chu couldn't help but laugh out loud: "With me here, what's there to be afraid of?"

Luo Zhiming sighed helplessly: "Since things have come to this, I can only try to get infiltrated into the Golden Club and take photos of their criminal evidence."

He Chu laughed loudly: "Don't worry, everything is under control."

"I'm keeping an eye on it!"

Luo Zhiming was taken aback, then suddenly remembered He Chu's methods, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes: "Ah Chu, are you planning to intercept them in the stock market?"

He Chu shrugged: "Now that we know their scheme, how can we just stand by and do nothing?"

"Are we really going to let them pocket 50 billion?"

"They could bury us alive with money!"

At this point, he laughed heartily, "They've put on a show, wouldn't it be disrespectful if we didn't go and support them?"

Luo Zhiming pressed further, "Is there any chance of winning?"

He Chu smiled and gave an analogy: "Have you ever seen a person who has been starving for seven days locked in a room with only three meals a day?"

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Luo Zhiming blurted out, "They definitely didn't leave a single bite of those three meals."

He Chu burst into laughter: "That goes without saying!"

Luo Zhiming instantly understood his intention: "You mean, you were prepared to intercept them all along?"

He Chu's lips curled into a slight smile, her tone relaxed: "Otherwise what?"

"You think I'd be stupid enough to send them bullets? I'm not out of my mind."

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Luo Zhiming's fingers tensed, and his voice trembled slightly: "What you just said—"

"How much could the Golden Club have made without your interference?"

He Chu said leisurely, "Five hundred billion in cash, not a penny less."

Luo Zhiming blurted out, "Then wouldn't you also get 50 billion?"

He Chu waved his hand and shook his head slightly: "I never hog the benefits."

Luo Zhiming was taken aback: "You mean, besides our group, other forces have also made connections?"

He Chu nodded matter-of-factly: "We police officers are ordinary people too, right?"

"How much money could a few of us possibly scrape together to play such a large game?"

A thought flashed through Luo Zhiming's mind: "Ah Chu, you're not just after a share of the pie, are you?"

"You actually want to drag more people down with you, don't you?"

He Chu laughed heartily: "A behemoth spanning politics, business, the police force, the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), and the underworld—how could I possibly fight them all by myself?"

Luo Zhiming looked shocked: "Is it true that people in every circle are involved?"

He Chu looked at him strangely: "You mean our fund?"

Luo Zhiming nodded emphatically.

He Chu calmly replied, "Absolutely true."

"If they can weave such a net, why can't I weave one too?"

"I'm young and narrow-shouldered. If the sky falls, someone taller than me has to hold it up first."

Luo Zhiming couldn't help but complain: "Chang Ge from Group C doesn't even go to the police station for roll call anymore."

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"You're something else, the head of the Major Crimes Unit, and you've already established yourself in the team after only two years since graduation."

"In ten years, won't the whole city be yours?"

"If you call yourself 'tender shoulders,' then what about me, a lowly errand boy who runs errands for you? I'm not even worth a speck of dust!"

He Chu smiled and glanced at him: "Don't forget, you are now the leader of 50,000 brothers in Xinliansheng."

Luo Zhiming said half-jokingly, "According to you, I've really become someone important?"

He Chu said decisively, "If the head of Xinliansheng isn't considered a big shot, then who in this city deserves to be called a big shot?"

The next day, He Chu went into the main room as usual.

He glanced at the stockbroker and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad."

The agent responded earnestly: "Mr. He, I knew today would be a tough battle, so I went to bed early last night."

He Chu raised an eyebrow: "Not overthinking things?"

The other person replied sincerely, "Didn't you teach us to be self-disciplined?"

"Besides, today's game is no small matter; we need to be well-rested to fight to the very end."

He Chu smiled and said, "Do a good job."

The agent declared loudly, "Today, I'll definitely follow you closely and have a blast!"

He Chu laughed loudly: "Then let's charge together!"

There were only two people inside the large room, and the atmosphere was relaxed and casual, with no inhibitions in their conversation and laughter.

Time passed quietly, and the agent's smile grew wider and wider.

Looking at the unrealized profits alone, they have already exceeded five billion!

Turning a 100 million yuan principal into a 5 billion yuan profit, all without the use of leverage, clean and efficient.

This strength commands genuine awe.

Making fifty dollars from one dollar isn't difficult; there are plenty of ways to do it.

But turning 100 million into 5 billion is hundreds or thousands of times more difficult.

Achieving this in the stock market would be ten times more challenging.

There are very few people in the entire market who can reach this level.

Witnessing such god-like trading skills firsthand is truly the pinnacle of my career.

Even if he later switches jobs to apply for a trader position at a top institution, this resume will be enough to make him stand out.

However, this battle also completely changed his mindset.

Having learned the secrets personally from He Chu, he was no longer willing to work for other so-called "experts," unless that person was He Chu himself.

Who among stock market investors doesn't dream of becoming a legend?

This agent was no exception.

Now that the true god is right in front of him, he naturally wants to seize the opportunity, persevere to the end, and learn it thoroughly.

But the next second, his smile froze.

After a series of dazzling maneuvers, He Chu suddenly placed a short order for 1,000 lots of Hang Seng Index.

The broker nearly jumped up: "Mr. He! The four leading stocks are all rising, the market is on a roll, and the Hang Seng Index is soaring!"

Despite his many doubts, he carried out the order without hesitation.

He Chu chuckled lightly: "Do you remember what I told you yesterday?"

The broker quickly replied, "Remember, we earn the price in people's hearts, not the numbers on the financial statements."

He Chu snapped his fingers: "That's right."

"This is what we're doing."

"In the stock market, never be blinded by paper wealth."

"It only counts if it's in your pocket."

"In this line of work, you have to set a limit for yourself, and stop when you reach it. Don't be greedy."

The stockbrokers responded enthusiastically.

He Chu chuckled: "If you have the spare energy, you might as well figure out the psychology behind other people's bids."

"Even, try to guess the other party's strategy."

The stockbroker was taken aback: "You can see through other people's plans?"

He Chu smiled faintly: "Just follow the instructions."

"It's rare to have someone sitting on the winning side in front of me. If I don't seize the opportunity to turn the tables and crush them, wouldn't I be letting down the heavens?"

"If you don't seize this golden opportunity, you'll only suffer the consequences."

The stockbroker nodded quickly: "Understood, I've learned something."

His gaze swept across the market, and he suddenly exclaimed, "A thousand lots have been bought!"

He Chu's lips curled slightly: "Those three tickets, all of them."

"Sell all three stocks!" the stockbroker quickly repeated, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

"The order has been posted."

The Hang Seng Index fell two points.

"All our orders were taken."

"Making a total of 10 billion, and exiting smoothly."

He Chu said calmly, "Hengzhi is stable."

He then smiled and said, "Place another 10,000 short positions on the Hang Seng Index and continue shorting."

The stockbroker held his breath and immediately executed the order: "Ten thousand short orders have been placed."

This one transaction wiped out almost all of the profits from the previous trade.

"The Hang Seng Index fluctuated, first falling five points and then rebounding three points, and has temporarily stabilized."

He Chu sneered: "Have you stabilized it?"

"Dispose of that fourth check in three batches!"

The broker's fingers flew across the keyboard: "First batch listed—sold, made 5 billion."

"The second batch of transactions brought in 4 billion."

"The third batch has also been sold, and 3 billion has been pocketed."

"A total of 12 billion, successfully sold!"

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, another order rang in my ears: "Place another 12,000 short positions on the Hang Seng Index!"

The stockbroker was startled.

This tactic is too ruthless; it's a complete crushing of the three trading teams with a torrent of capital!

Without hesitation, he completed the operation in a second: "Twelve thousand short orders have been placed."

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he asked in a low voice, "Mr. He, we've staked all the money in our account—isn't that too aggressive?"

He Chu leaned back in his chair, calmly took out a pack of Marlboros, and tossed one over.

The stockbroker was taken aback: "You're not going to continue?"

He Chu lit a cigarette and said leisurely, "You need to learn to see through your opponent's cards."

"This market maker has been manipulating three stocks in the last two days, and even used 15 times leverage to go all in."

"I made some money in the middle, but the gas tank was almost empty."

"I first placed a thousand short positions in the Hang Seng Index to test the waters. In order to maintain the bullish situation, they will not withdraw in the short term."

But if the market really turns bearish, they won't even have time to run—who would dare catch a falling knife then?

"The rise of leading stocks can boost the index, but once the index collapses, the leading stocks will also plummet."

"At times like this, the bookmakers absolutely cannot let the Hang Seng Index collapse."

"What do you think he should do?"

The stockbroker blurted out, "They can only sever profits to prop up the price!"

He Chu nodded: "It's not just him; everyone who has made a profit hopes for market stability."

"So I released three stocks at the same time to create volatility, forcing him to keep buying and continuously depleting his strength."

"Ten billion, that almost drained his ammunition."

The stockbroker was utterly shocked: "You've finished the job with another 12 billion!"

"Who would dare to enter the market to receive goods now? Absolutely no one dares to touch it!"

He Chu shrugged: "So, our work is done for now. Next—wait for the market to completely collapse."

The stockbroker tensed: "You mean—?"

He Chu casually exhaled a smoke ring: "Just wait, a small-scale stock market crash is coming."

"A stock market crash?" The broker's voice trembled.

He abruptly turned his head to look at the screen—

The Hang Seng Index plummeted by 100 points!

Four leading stocks plummeted by more than 30% in an instant!

Countless short orders are hanging on the trading board, but no one is paying attention to them; no one is willing to be the one to take the fall!

He Chu won a complete victory in this battle.

The stockbroker's heart pounded.

Are you targeting the bookmaker?

You're clearly treating the entire market like韭菜 (a metaphor for being exploited), cutting it all off in one fell swoop!

With net profits exceeding 80 billion, keep going!

He almost cried out in shock or knelt down in worship.

What is the Investiture of the Gods?

This is exactly what's happening right now!

When the stockbroker turned around and looked at He Chu, he was speechless.

"Mr. He, why do you look so unenthusiastic?"

He Chu glanced at him, her tone tinged with confusion: "It's not even settled yet, what's there for me to be happy about?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, instantly sobering the agent up a bit.

But he couldn't help arguing, "But we can take 80 billion right now! Real money in our pockets, no problem!"

He Chu's lips curled into a smile, as if he had heard something absurd: "Eight hundred billion? Where do you plan to hide it? In an underground warehouse?"

"A bank—maybe that's fine too?" the broker replied hesitantly.

"Put it in the bank and let it gather dust?" He Chu sneered. "Save your breath."

He waved his hand, "The work isn't finished yet, don't rush to count the money."

The agent immediately sat up straight and stared at the screen, but was even more puzzled: "But didn't you just say that the goal was achieved?"

He Chu chuckled softly: "That's smashing down the Heng Finger."

"The market is already teetering on the brink of collapse, and our real mission has only just begun."

Listen carefully.

"Go find those blue-chip stocks you haven't touched before, except for those four leading ones."

"Buy it all, don't stop!"

"Eight hundred billion—that should keep you busy for a while."

"This is the list I compiled. Just follow the code to buy the items."

"We need to let the fingers lift their heads a little."

If my actions cause a stock market crash, I'll be too ashamed to face anyone when I get back.

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The agent stared at He Chu's retreating figure, his breathing becoming lighter.

Is this guy even human?

Taking advantage of the surge in the market created by that mysterious market manipulator, he quietly completed his position building and then unleashed a series of deadly moves, forcing the other party to give up all their profits.

More than that.

He placed a massive short order on the Hang Seng Index, and with a heavy blow, the index plummeted by 100 points in an instant, causing shockwaves throughout the market and panic among investors.

This even spurred a wave of speculative capital to follow suit and short sell.

Originally, it was thought that the overall situation was settled and a stock market crash was imminent. Who knew that He Chu would turn around and go long at this critical juncture!

No, to be precise, he did not directly boost the Hang Seng Index.

But just when the market was in a deep red, a huge amount of money suddenly poured in, frantically buying up high-quality blue-chip stocks. How is this any different from a broad-based bullish market?

What's even more frightening is that, despite the extremely sluggish market, there is still such a huge amount of capital supporting the market, which is equivalent to giving the whole situation a shot in the arm.

Is the Hang Seng Index going to keep plummeting? Where's the room for further decline?

The agent's fingers flew across the keyboard, so fast they almost left afterimages.

He felt like he was going crazy.

What does it mean to be able to manipulate events at will? This person in front of you is the textbook example!

First, take advantage of the situation to manipulate the market and reap a quick profit;

Short the index again, and another round of losses will occur;

Finally, taking advantage of the low prices to buy blue-chip stocks, the third round of profit-taking—three waves of operations, leaving no room for error!

And after this round, there was still 10 billion yuan in cash lying in the account!

Even disregarding those priceless stock holdings, the working capital alone yielded a hundredfold return!

It's worth noting that when he first entered the market, his initial capital was only 100 million.

The broker looked at the transaction records and felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

This isn't stock trading; this is writing a myth!

After finally completing the transactions, it was time for the market to close.

He Chu smiled slightly and suddenly spoke, "You just asked me why I wasn't excited, remember?"

"It's like solving a math problem."

What is one plus one?

The agent blurted out, "Two!"

He Chu nodded: "You guessed right. Will you jump up and celebrate?"

The agent paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"Me too," He Chu said with a faint smile.

In an instant, the agent's brain went blank.

This level of pretentiousness is beyond words.

He Chu clapped his hands: "Alright, you should go back and rest early too."

"By the way, I won't be coming for the next few days."

"Just follow my instructions for handling the remaining positions."

The broker quickly reminded him, "Mr. He, the number of shares purchased this time is too large. Many companies require notarization of the shareholding."

"There are about twenty or so."

With a forced smile, he added, "You are now the largest individual shareholder in more than twenty companies, and in some of them you are even among the top three shareholders."

He Chu sighed, looking helpless: "It's really troublesome that things have turned out like this. I've turned stock trading into running a business."

"Okay, I'll send someone over tomorrow to handle the formalities."

That's fine.

The agent opened his mouth, but seeing He Chu's disgusted expression as if he had gotten into trouble, he didn't know how to respond.

He couldn't understand this way of thinking at all.

If it were him, having achieved this level, he would have already been eager to announce to the world, with drums and gongs, that he had been deified! Why aren't you all kneeling in worship?

But He Chu acted as if what he had just experienced was not an epic battle, but a tedious daily routine.

The agent stood still for a long time.

Perhaps true masters disdain noise and clamor.

He Chu did find it quite annoying.

If it weren't for the need to stabilize the stock market, he would have abandoned these messes long ago.

That won't do.

They entered the game this round aiming for the Gold Club, but they went too far and someone should rein them in.

He Chu grinned, indifferent.

Anyway, it's not him who's having a headache.

Let Mr. Huang and his team worry about it!

He slowly took out a cigarette and lit it.

He just needed to pour his money in, and others would take care of the profits and dismantling the scheme; it had little to do with him.

He took out his phone and immediately dialed the number.

"Boss, it's all settled. Yes, I'll transfer the money to you tomorrow."

"Let's make this clear first. I don't care how things are divided afterward. Don't come to me with any more arguments; it's too much trouble."

"Old Lu, that's it for today. I'll transfer the payment to your account tomorrow."

As for how the ICAC cuts the cake, that's none of my business.