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

The clock hands quietly pointed to noon.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the double wooden door of the conference room.

Han Yue walked in carrying several custom-made food boxes from a high-end hotel.

"Mr. Ye, lunch has been delivered to you."

She deftly opened the food box and served out several exquisite business set meals and hot soups.

It was placed securely on the coffee table in front of the leather sofa.

Sensing the tense atmosphere in the room, she didn't ask any more questions, packed up her outer packaging, and tactfully left.

Ye Chen stood up from the chair.

He didn't even glance at the flashing red and green screen, and went straight to the sofa to sit down.

With his slender fingers gripping the chopsticks, Ye Chen opened the exquisite lunchbox in front of him.

The freshly cooked high-end dishes were steaming hot.

He picked up a piece of tempting black pepper and beef cubes, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

Li Zhiwei was completely exhausted.

He stiffly turned his head and looked at the young man sitting on the sofa leisurely eating lunch, feeling that his values ​​had been completely crushed.

He didn't even glance at the flashing red and green screen, and went straight to the sofa to sit down.

That's a paper loss of over a million US dollars!

That's almost ten million RMB!

The company is about to be liquidated and wiped out, yet this big boss still has the mind to sit here and eat and drink soup in peace?

This extreme composure actually helped the three people, who were on the verge of collapse, regain some of their rationality.

Ken swallowed hard and stared intently back at the screen.

"etc."

"The selling has stopped."

Li Zhiwei lunged at the monitor, his face almost touching the screen.

"There's capital flowing in to buy goods, and orders are piling up like crazy!"

The K-line, which had been slowly declining, suddenly paused for half a second at a certain point.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely thick pillar rose up from the ground without warning.

There was no buffer.

It pierced through all the resistance levels above at an almost straight and bizarre angle!

"It's broken 86 cents!"

"One cent!"

"Still pooping!"

The trading software even experienced brief lag due to the rapid influx of data.

Within just half an hour.

Top-secret news about floods in major cotton-producing regions and export restrictions was leaked ahead of schedule in the international market, and massive amounts of hot money from Wall Street, like sharks smelling blood, flooded into the cotton market.

The buying pressure instantly tore the short sellers apart.

Cotton futures all hit their daily limit up.

The numbers in the upper right corner of the account were jumping around in a completely illogical way.

The unrealized loss has been completely cleared.

Twelve million US dollars.

Fifteen million dollars!

Twenty million US dollars!

The three men sat slumped in their chairs, their ties askew and twisted.

What the hell does that even mean?

In half an hour, ten million US dollars became twenty million, profits doubled, and are still rising.

Li Zhiwei stiffly turned his neck.

On the sofa, Ye Chen had just put down his chopsticks and elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

The way these three traders, who had worked their way up from the bottom, looked at Ye Chen completely changed.

That's not looking at a boss.

That's like looking at a god who can manipulate the capital market.

What nonsense about luck and courage? They don't exist!

At that moment, they had only one unwavering thought in their minds: this young boss from the mainland definitely possessed insider information of unparalleled importance.

Otherwise, who would dare to take ten million US dollars and leverage it a hundredfold on the eve of a crash?

Only those who know the cards beforehand can sit there and eat lunch with a clear conscience!

Ye Chen stood up and slung his suit jacket over his shoulder.

"Let's continue at this pace."

"Keep the positions unchanged, take turns monitoring the market during shift changes, and transfer funds directly from the main account if the margin is insufficient."

After giving these two instructions, Ye Chen pushed open the door and walked out of the conference room.

The air in the corridor finally felt less stuffy.

He took out his phone from his pocket, found Sun Haoyu's number, and sent him a text message.

"I can't go back because of something, could you cover for me in class these next few days?"

at this time.

In the lecture hall of the Computer Science Department at Shanghai Jiao Tong University.

More than a hundred new students sat properly and orderly in their seats.

On the podium, Professor Zhou, with his gray hair, stood with a stern face, pushed up his reading glasses, and held a roster in his hand.

"Some people dared to skip class in the first week of school."

"When your name is called, stand up and shout it out loud."

Silence reigned below.

Sun Haoyu sat in the corner of the last row, clutching his phone which had just vibrated. After reading the text message, he felt terrible.

Old Zhou is no pushover; he's a notorious judge in the college for failing students.

"Lu Wenbo, here."

"Here!" Lu Wenbo quickly stood up and shouted, then immediately sat down.

"Sun Haoyu".

"Here!" Sun Haoyu shouted, his palms sweating profusely.

Professor Zhou's gaze moved down one line from the roster.

"Ye Chen".

The lecture hall was silent for two seconds.

Lu Wenbo kicked Sun Haoyu hard under the table.

Sun Haoyu gritted his teeth, pinched his nose tightly with his hand, swallowed hard, and shouted in a rough voice, "Here!"

The sound was incredibly strange, with a strong nasal tone.

A few girls in the front row couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chen Zhiqiang was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.

Professor Zhou put down his pen, looked up, and gazed through the lenses of his reading glasses straight at the last row.

The air in the classroom almost froze.

Zhao Qiang, the class's life committee member, sat in the first row and turned his head to look at the back row with schadenfreude, just waiting for Professor Zhou to lose his temper.

Who knew that after looking at it for a long time, Old Zhou only snorted through his nose.

"If you catch a cold, go to the school clinic to get medicine."

"Next time we call roll, let him call out the name himself. Don't make him pretend to answer. It's embarrassing."

A burst of laughter immediately filled the classroom.

Zhao Qiang's face turned green. He actually got away with this? When did Old Man Zhou become so easy to talk to!

In fact, Professor Zhou still remembered the young man who typed out a simplified multiplication table and character animation in just five minutes. He always turned a blind eye to people with real talent like that.

Sun Haoyu slumped into the chair and let out a long sigh.

He pulled out his phone and angrily typed a string of pinyin on the keyboard: "Old Ye, I almost lost my life because of you today! You have to treat me to a big meal on the back street when we get back!"

56th floor, Central, Hong Kong Island.

For the next six days.

Ye Chen never left this unmarked, confidential office.

He had Han Yue deliver meals from the hotel at designated locations, while he lived and ate with the three traders.

Although I have a clear understanding of the major trends in my mind.

However, with a leverage ratio of 100, the margin for error in any detail is compressed to the limit.

Even a slight technical shakeout or malicious dumping by institutions can trigger a forced liquidation mechanism.

The entire office was filled with the strong smell of coffee and tobacco.

The empty Red Bull cans on the table were piled up into a small mountain.

Acheng and Ken had been working through the night for several consecutive nights, their eyes were bloodshot, and their hair looked like a tangled mess.

Even seasoned traders like Li Zhiwei, who had seen it all, found their hands trembling uncontrollably as they gripped the mouse.

Late at night on the sixth day, at 2:40 a.m.

Fluctuations in international crude oil prices triggered a surge in the entire commodities market.

The price movement of cotton futures has completely deviated from all technical indicators and fundamental logic.

crazy.

They've all gone mad.

The increase figures on the monitor reached an outrageous level.

Forty-eight million dollars.

This enormous sum of money is enough to buy an entire commercial building in the most central location on Hong Kong Island.

"Ye Sheng!"

Li Zhiwei suddenly jumped up from his chair, his voice hoarse beyond belief.

He gripped the edge of the table, staring intently at the still-changing number.

"Close the position, Ye Sheng!"

"It's already more than doubled in price; institutional investors are about to dump their shares!"

With dark circles under his eyes, Ah Ken swallowed hard and shouted, "We can't be greedy anymore, Mr. Ye! The short sellers on Wall Street are definitely raising funds to counterattack. If they just cause a one-point pullback, all our tens of millions of dollars will be wiped out!"