The Heiress's Game

Bai Wenxiong was in his office reviewing the press release draft that the public relations department had just sent him. The title of the article was beautifully written: "Brilliant International Joins Hands with Olson Capital, Taking Another Step Forward in its Internationalization Strategy."

The photo accompanying the picture was of him personally shaking hands and signing the contract with the head of Olson Capital. The composition was perfect, the lighting was just right, and his smile was confident and appropriate.

He leaned back in his chair, in a good mood.

With the stock price stable at 120 yuan, Olson's betting agreement was signed smoothly. In his view, the benchmark of 55 yuan was practically money being given to him by the other party. What does 55 yuan mean?

Unless Brilliant International goes bankrupt tomorrow, there is no way it could fall to that position.

He won the battle, won brilliantly, and left everyone who was waiting to see him fail speechless.

His phone vibrated on the table. He glanced at the caller ID—Sun Jingcheng.

His longtime friend has extensive connections in the financial world and is always one step ahead of most people in terms of information.

He answered the phone, his tone light and teasing: "Jingcheng, what made you think of calling me? Did you see the news? The interview comes out next week, remember to share it then—"

"Wenxiong," Sun Jingcheng's voice interrupted him directly, "I just came from Henglong. They're discussing your matter internally."

Bai Wenxiong's fingers tightened slightly around his phone. "What is it?"

"They say the risk assessment for the shares you pledged to Hang Lung has exceeded the limit. Now, both the stock price volatility and the concentration of pledges have reached their internal red lines."

"Either you recover part of the loan in advance, or you must pay an additional 500 million in security deposit."

Five hundred million.

Bai Wenxiong felt as if an invisible hand had suddenly squeezed his heart.

His shirt was soaked with sweat in a matter of seconds.

"Five hundred million? Jingcheng, are you sure the information is correct? Just a few days ago, the risk control team said it was manageable, how come it suddenly changed?"

"You know better than I what kind of people are in a bank's risk control department."

They don't care about personal relationships or face; they only care about performance targets.

Did you pledge most of your shares to support the market through share buybacks?

Although the stock price is currently stable at 120 yuan, your pledge concentration is too high. This is a high-risk signal in the bank's assessment model, and they are not blind.

Sun Jingcheng was truly anxious: "Wenxiong, 500 million is no small sum. I know you just finished a battle to defend your stock price, and you've probably used up most of your cash. If you can't raise that much—"

Pak Man-hung was aware of the consequences. If he couldn't raise the money, the bank would initiate a forced liquidation process, and the shares he had pledged to Hang Lung would be dumped onto the market.

At that time, a massive amount of selling pressure will come crashing down, and Brilliant International's stock price will fall like dominoes, one by one.

Once the stock price starts to collapse, those short sellers who are eyeing it will swarm in like sharks smelling blood.

How long can the stock price of 120 yuan hold? He dared not think further.

There's not much cash left to squeeze out of his mother, Meng Wanqing.

If he asks again now, even if his mother sells all her jewelry, it won't be enough to raise 100 million.

As for his uncle's family, it's out of the question. Although the Meng family has a deep-rooted presence in Taicheng, their cash flow in Taicheng was already almost completely depleted when funds were mobilized last time. If they want to get more money, they can only sell off their assets.

However, most of the Meng family's businesses are film companies and cinemas, and many of their films have had dismal box office returns in the past two years.

Their cash flow was already tight; expecting them to scrape together a large sum of cash in a short time was like hoping money would fall from the sky.

My father, Bai Jingchuan, just gave me 200 million yuan.

He knew his father loved him, but that's precisely why he didn't want to ask again.

Just a few days ago, they took away 200 million, and now they're asking for another 500 million. What will their father think?

He would think of his son as a bottomless pit, a loser who couldn't be fixed even with money.

In his heart, he could never lose to that person, the one who occupied the position of heir of the Bai family and had never given him a second glance.

If he goes to his father for money again, it would be tantamount to admitting that he is indeed inferior to that man's son.

As for his grandfather, he dared not think about it.

When his grandfather handed Brilliant International over to him, he only said one sentence: "Do a good job and don't disgrace the Bai family."

Over the years, he has worked tirelessly to make the company bigger and stronger, and finally managed to increase the stock price several times over, making the whole market look at Brilliant International with new eyes. If he were to go and tell his grandfather now that the company is in trouble and needs money, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

In the old man's heart, he will forever be seen as "that grandson who needs to be saved".