We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

My purpose for going to Hong Kong Island this time is very clear.

Make money, make a lot of money.

The company's two games are making hundreds of thousands of US dollars a day, which sounds incredible.

But at the real table of capital, this amount of money isn't even an entry ticket.

Relying on products to slowly accumulate and build up wealth is too slow for him to complete the empire he envisions in a short period of time.

Fortunately, he clearly remembered that at this juncture, a massive wave was brewing in the international financial market.

As long as you ride this wave of the times, making money from money is just a matter of typing on a keyboard.

September.

The global commodities market is about to experience a surge in prices.

And he happened to know where the finish line was.

Ye Chen's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

He tapped his fingers unconsciously twice on the armrest.

Ten million US dollars in chips, plus the highest leverage.

It will only take a few months.

Those internet giants that would later become incredibly successful were just insignificant small companies at that time, with their shares as cheap as cabbage.

Once he gets his hands on this money, he can wave the banknotes around and hold onto their original shares one by one.

The engine roared.

Two hours later, the flight landed smoothly at Hong Kong Island International Airport.

Outside the station exit, the two went straight to the waiting area and hailed a red taxi.

Han Yue opened the car door, Ye Chen bent down and sat in the back seat, and she followed him in.

The taxi sped along the highway.

The bustling streetscape of Hong Kong Island outside the window rushed past, the towering skyscrapers pressing down on one's senses, making it hard to breathe.

Ye Chen looked out the window, his expression completely calm.

Half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs at the IFC International Finance Centre in Central.

This is the heart of Asian finance, where countless sums of money circulate.

The two took the elevator directly to the 56th floor.

This is a highly confidential office provided by a third-party agency.

There were no signs, and the access control system was extremely strict.

Swipe your card and push the door open to go in.

Inside the conference room, three men in white shirts were sitting in chairs, talking in hushed tones.

Upon hearing the door open, the three of them looked up simultaneously and then stood up in unison.

Previously, they had only communicated by phone and email and had never met in person.

With a perfectly professional smile on her face, Han Yue took a step forward.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Han Yue, and I've been your contact person."

The three of them looked on with understanding.

Han Yue slightly turned her body, drawing Ye Chen out from behind her.

"This is our boss, Mr. Ye Chen. He's here today to meet everyone."

Ye Chen stepped forward and nodded to the three of them with a smile.

He walked to the head of the table, pulled out a chair, and gestured with his hand.

"Please sit down, don't be shy."

He was young, but he had an unbelievably calm and composed aura in every gesture.

The three took their seats one by one and, without hesitation, began to introduce themselves.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group had his hair parted in a 3/7 style and was slightly overweight. He was the first to hand over his business card.

"Hello Mr. Ye, I am Li Zhiwei. I worked as an executive trader at Peregrine for six years."

His accent was the most mainland Chinese among them, and he adopted a very humble attitude.

Two younger men next to him handed over their business cards, speaking in heavily accented Cantonese-accented Mandarin.

"Hello Mr. Ye, you can just call me Acheng. I used to work in risk control and order tracking in Morgan Stanley's outsourcing team."

"I'm Ken, and I'm in charge of algorithmic order placement and clearing."

Ye Chen glanced at the business card and casually tossed it on the table.

The title sounds impressive, but the truth is actually quite transparent.

These three individuals were all marginal figures who had been eliminated from second- or third-tier investment banks. Their resumes were not impressive, and they had no experience in managing large sums of money.

If it were a private equity boss who values ​​appearances, they would definitely look down on these people.

But that's exactly what Ye Chen wanted.

When faced with extreme instructions, Wall Street elites with impressive resumes will inevitably use the financial models they have learned to question their boss's decisions, or even act on their own initiative.

Ye Chen doesn't need someone who knows the answers to teach him how to do things.

All he needs are three obedient hands.

Ye Chen leaned back in his chair, his long legs crossed, and his gaze swept over the three of them.

The scrutiny from those in positions of authority made Li Zhiwei and the others instinctively straighten their backs.

The boss looked young, but he had a composure that surpassed that of any fund manager they had ever met.

Ye Chen turned his head and gave instructions to Han Yue.

"What follows is rather boring, so you don't need to stay here."

"Find a hotel near Central, either the Mandarin Oriental or the Four Seasons, and book two executive suites."

"Put your luggage away and get some rest. I'll call you when I'm done."

Han Yue paused for half a second, but her professionalism made her agree immediately.

"Yes, Mr. Ye."

Without a word, she strode out of the office in her high heels, closing the heavy double wooden door behind her.

Click.

The door lock is closed.

Only four men remained in the conference room.

The blinds were half-closed, and outside were ships shuttling through Victoria Harbour and skyscrapers in the distance.

Ye Chen stood up and took off his suit jacket, draping it over the back of the chair.

Unbutton the top two buttons of the shirt and roll up the cuffs to your forearms.

The metal dial reflected a cold light under the light from the blinds.

This series of casual actions actually made the atmosphere in the room gradually tense.

Li Zhiwei and the other two exchanged glances, none of them daring to utter a sound.

Ye Chen pulled over the keyboard in front of him.

The screen displays the account backend of Star Capital, an offshore company.

A long and complex security key has been entered.

The webpage redirects.

As the available funds balance was refreshed on the monitor, three heavy breathing sounds could be clearly heard from inside the room.

Three zeros, followed by a comma.

Three zeros again, followed by a comma.

A full ten million US dollars.

Following Ye Chen's instructions, Su Ya has transferred all the funds accumulated overseas for "The Angry Sparrow" and "Temple Escape" into the company.

Li Zhiwei swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

This amount of money is nothing in the hands of a top conglomerate in Central.

But for these marginal figures who were eliminated from second-tier investment banks, this is an astronomical figure.

The key is.

The person who brought this huge sum of money is so young.

Acheng and Ken's palms were sweating profusely.

The silence lasted for about five seconds.

Ye Chen interlaced his fingers and leaned slightly forward.

Although there was a faint smile on his lips, there was no warmth in his eyes.

"From now on, listen carefully to every word I say."

His gaze swept over the three men, his voice not loud, but carrying a suffocating sense of oppression: "Before the market opens on the first trading day of September, divide this ten million US dollars into three sub-accounts, one for each of you..."

He paused for a moment, then pointed at the screen.

"All of it was poured into the NYBOT cotton futures contract."

Li Zhiwei's pupils suddenly contracted.

The three quickly dragged the laptop over to connect to the main account.

The quiet conference room was suddenly filled with the piercing sound of keyboard typing. Li Zhiwei, who was the fastest at it, had already pulled up the relevant candlestick charts and order book data.