Chapter 32 Fuck Risk Management!
Just as I stubbed out my second cigarette and returned to my workstation, still somewhat dazed, Liu Bo strode over with a document in his hand.
His face wore a complicated expression that said, "I don't know if this thing is reliable or not, but what the hell can I do if the manager wants me to do it?"
"Brother Haiyuan, the research department has sent over the detailed analysis data, which has been revised and updated according to the manager's requirements."
"Oh? So fast?" Liang Haiyuan was a little surprised and reached out to take the document.
"Yes, I heard that the manager personally called to urge them, so the research department dared not neglect them."
Liu Bo explained in a low voice.
Liang Haiyuan quickly flipped through the document, his head down. He had originally wanted to see which blind analyst was so stubborn and had nothing better to do than write such a "bearish" script about the market.
Upon closer inspection...
Liang Haiyuan's heart sank to the bottom.
Holy crap! This is hardly a detailed, in-depth analysis report!
This is clearly just a few pages of paper!
The content is pitifully thin, filled with ambiguous nonsense such as "possibility exists," "cannot be ruled out," and "may be faced."
The conclusion was vague and evasive, clearly indicating that the research department staff were trying to get by and avoid taking responsibility.
And then there are those documents that are painstakingly pieced together to prove that they are "well-considered and preventative" and are "for internal reference only, with no responsibility for the consequences"!
'No way...Manager...he couldn't possibly...have really made that earth-shattering decision to go against the whole world just by looking at these few pages of paper, could he?!'
This terrifying thought, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around his spine, chilling him to the bone.
He felt that he had not only boarded a leaky pirate ship, but that the captain of this ship was likely a madman with a fake nautical chart!
He shook his head violently, trying to banish the absurd and terrifying thought from his mind.
"Okay, I understand." He said to Liu Bo, trying to appear calm. "Give me this document, I'll deliver it to the manager myself."
"Okay, sure."
Holding the thin document that seemed to carry an ominous aura, Liang Haiyuan took a deep breath and, as if heading to his execution, knocked on the manager's office door once more.
Pushing open the door, the office remained as tranquil as ever, seemingly isolated from the world.
Su Hao was facing the computer screen, his fingers occasionally tapping on the keyboard, looking calm and composed.
It was as if the stock market outside, with its strong index rise and countless traders' hearts pounding, had absolutely nothing to do with him.
No matter how you look at it, this scene exudes an indescribable eeriness.
"Manager, the research department has brought the compiled data." Liang Haiyuan respectfully handed over the documents.
"Oh, thank you for your hard work. Just put it here."
Su Hao took the document, his eyes never leaving the screen. He casually flipped through it, then picked up a pen and began to carefully mark and scribble on the report, which he considered to be worthless, as if he were selecting something.
Liang Haiyuan stood to the side, watching the manager make markings on what he considered utterly nonsensical reports with an air of importance.
The awkwardness in my heart, the unease that felt like a huge rock pressing down on me, grew wildly like weeds, almost bursting out of my chest.
He felt it was necessary and obligatory to make one last struggle, even knowing it was futile and even if it might anger his mysterious superior.
"Manager...we...are we...really...decided to go in this...direction? Shouldn't we...reconsider?"
Su Hao, who was looking down at the report and checking off "prey", finally put down his pen.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Liang Haiyuan, who was standing in front of him, his forehead already covered in fine beads of sweat.
" Liang Haiyuan," Su Hao spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but reaching Liang Haiyuan's ears with exceptional clarity:
"Although we are a team with an overall team strategy, ultimately, traders are responsible for their own trading results, and the company looks at each individual's individual performance, right?"
He changed the subject, his tone remaining calm:
"So if you are very, very sure that your own judgment is truly correct, then you are perfectly free to act according to your own ideas. I respect your professional judgment and personal choice."
How democratic, how enlightened, how considerate of subordinates that sounds!
But Liang Haiyuan, who has been in the workplace for many years, could tell the underlying meaning with her bare hands:
I'm the boss of the team!
If you don't trust me, think I'm giving bad advice, and want to leave the team and go it alone?
Just wait and see if I kill you!
Su Hao picked up the document he had marked up and handed it to Liang Haiyuan:
"You can send this information to your team members. They can invest in the targets I've selected. If they feel they have better options or have discovered other more suitable opportunities, they can also decide for themselves what to invest in. Be flexible; I don't want to be the only one making decisions."
"...Yes, manager."
Liang Haiyuan mechanically took the document, which felt incredibly heavy. Hearing the manager's unspoken threat, he felt his hands trembling slightly.
He nodded, then turned to escape the stressful office that was suffocating him.
"Oh, right," Su Hao called out to Liang Haiyuan just as he was about to touch the doorknob, adding in a tone that was still calm but carried a chilling quality:
"I decided on this investment strategy. So, whatever the final outcome, I will take full responsibility."
"...yes!"
This time, Liang Haiyuan felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart tightly, and he practically fled the manager's office in a panic.
Back at his seat, he relayed the manager's instructions verbatim to the other department members, who were already on edge.
Then, as if his spine had been removed, he slumped into a chair, his brain still buzzing, repeatedly echoing Su Hao's words and the chilling power behind them.
He stared blankly at the computer screen.
The screen displays the interface of a trading software, showing the market index and ETFs for various indices.
On the left, the market index is rising sharply with increasing volume.
On the right, various ETFs are being wildly sought after by countless funds, with surging buying and active trading, clearly the mainstream choice in the market and a place where "smart money" gathers.
Buying these stocks will likely guarantee a good performance this month, and you might even make a fortune.
"If I had actually done what I thought and acted on my own... even if I was right and the manager was wrong, he has powerful connections, so he wouldn't be in any trouble even if we lost money. In that case, wouldn't I, this 'disobedient' troublemaker, be the first one to be singled out and made an example of, suffering a very humiliating fate?"
Liang Haiyuan became increasingly alarmed as he thought about it, and the cold sweat that had just dried on his back broke out again.
In private equity firms, especially in high-pressure trading departments, it is not uncommon for teams to have disagreements over investment strategies, and even for team members to openly oppose their managers.
According to the rules, managers cannot force department employees to buy or sell certain things, since everyone is a trader who has signed an independent agreement with the company.
In theory, we can each do our own thing. At worst, our relationship will be strained, and we can each earn a living based on our own abilities in the future.
But is this person in front of me... is he a "normal manager" who can be judged by conventional standards?!
A newcomer who had just joined the company and had almost no experience was directly appointed as a manager with real power.
Throughout the company, from the Director's office to other departments, not a single voice of public questioning or dissent was heard!
What does this tell us?
This shows that their backing is so powerful that they can completely disregard the rules! So powerful that they can do whatever they want!
Offending him is probably no different from directly offending the company's Director!
"Damn it!" Liang Haiyuan gritted his teeth, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes replaced by madness, gradually becoming resolute. "I'll gamble!!"
"Didn't the manager already say that if something is wrong, he'll take responsibility! He'll bear the consequences!"
That casual remark revealed confidence and self-assurance, practically telling the whole world: I have powerful backers!
Someone will cover for you!
Even if I lose all the money in the entire department, I can afford it!
This department won't disband!
My position as manager is as secure as Mount Tai!
If you guys work for me, even if you lose money, you won't starve!
That thigh must be incredibly thick!
That must be some really powerful backing!
What kind of powerful background must someone have to dare to say such things in the ever-changing and brutally ruthless financial market?!
If I don't hold on tight, I'll be letting down my own heart, which yearns for advancement and to keep my job!
Click, click.
Liang Haiyuan's fingers began clicking rapidly on the mouse, his movements precise and swift, carrying a resolute determination akin to burning one's boats.
Short stock index futures! Place order!
Short selling opportunities for stocks across all sectors! Place your order!
Place an order for a deep out-of-the-money put option, according to the proportion set by that amazing manager!
He executed Su Hao's plan completely, thoroughly, and meticulously, precisely investing the department's available funds into those commodities that were completely contrary to the mainstream market trend, as instructed!
At this moment, it was as if he were not engaging in a risky and uncertain financial speculation, but rather carrying out a sacred and inviolable decree.
Just then—
[System Warning: Dear Liang Haiyuan, your current investment portfolio's risk exposure has deviated significantly from the market benchmark and has triggered the department's maximum risk control threshold! Please adjust your positions immediately to control risk! (Repeated: Please adjust your positions immediately to control risk!)]
The Risk Management Department's damn automatic alarm system popped up right on time, unsurprisingly, flashing glaring, blood-red warning text in the center of the screen.
nonsense!
What he's doing now is going against the tide, throwing huge amounts of real money into what everyone considers an abyss of fire. It would be a miracle if the risk control system didn't sound an alarm!
If even this kind of operation doesn't trigger an alarm, then all those high-paid guys in the risk control department could be laid off and go home to take care of their kids!
Liang Haiyuan's hand trembled very slightly, almost imperceptibly, because of this sudden, expected warning.
My heart clenched suddenly.
But it was only for a moment.
He stared intently at the flashing red warning text, and suddenly a twisted, self-deprecating, and reckless smile appeared on his lips.
"Risk management?"
He muttered something under his breath, then finished the sentence in a voice only he could hear, fiercely and through gritted teeth:
"Screw risk management! My biggest risk right now is not sticking close to the manager!"
After saying that, he moved the mouse, aimed at the "X" sign in the upper right corner of the annoying warning window, and clicked it hard with a "snap"!