Chapter 34 The Devil's Whispers!
An unusual, almost stagnant silence permeated the office.
This was quite novel for Su Hao, who had just officially taken up the position of manager of Trading Department Seven.
'This is the first time...it's been so quiet.'
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze calmly sweeping across the empty office area, lost in thought.
In his memory, the trading department, as soon as the bell that symbolized the opening of the market rang, would instantly transform the entire space into a battlefield filled with smoke, noise, tension, and fervor.
He even vividly recalled how, when he was still a clueless and inexperienced newcomer, he had countless times shuttled back and forth like a busy worker bee in such a "battlefield".
Delivering mountains of documents, piping hot coffee, and snacks to those old birds with bloodshot eyes and a crazed demeanor... and so on.
Those days, which he still remembers vividly, truly taught him many things that he could never learn from textbooks.
But now...
Looking around, the entire trading department was so quiet that it didn't seem like a trading department where every second counted; it was more like... an ordinary, nine-to-five administrative office.
It seems everyone has poured all their money into the overheated stock market and is now content to hold on without making any further moves.
Su Hao understood.
Sometimes, when the market exhibits a clear and sustained one-sided trend, traders may choose to temporarily suppress the urge to trade frequently and hold their positions for a few days or even longer.
Especially now, when the entire market is immersed in an irrational, short-term, rapid, and frenzied upward trend.
Knock knock—
Two crisp knocks broke the silence of the office.
"Please come in."
The door was pushed open, and Li Huilin walked in carrying a tray, a perfectly professional smile on her face.
On the tray sat a steaming cup of coffee and a small dish of rather delicate-looking cookies.
"Manager, here's something to refresh you. I've noticed you haven't had a break, so eat while you work."
"No need for that, Sister Huilin."
"Hehe, it's alright, manager. Anyway, no one has anything urgent to do right now."
Li Huilin gently placed the tray on a corner of Su Hao's large desk, her voice still light and cheerful, but Su Hao keenly caught a fleeting, barely perceptible tension deep in her eyes:
"Oh, right! Manager, these cookies... I made them myself last night! Would you like to try some?"
"Really? Thank you very much..."
"Well... please enjoy your meal, manager. I won't bother you any longer."
Li Huilin seemed a little uncomfortable, quickly bowed slightly, turned around and left the office.
The door was gently closed.
Su Hao picked up his coffee but didn't drink it; he simply watched the rising steam quietly.
He could sense it clearly and without any obstruction.
Just now, Li Huilin...
I carefully and discreetly observed his reaction.
Trying to decipher something from his expression, his eyes, and even his every subtle movement.
It wasn't just her.
At this moment, in this eerily quiet office, all the members of Trading Department Seven, whether pretending to work diligently or talking in hushed tones, were engaged in their own conversations.
Each of them, to some extent, openly or covertly, focused their attention on him, the new manager.
'No wonder...they reacted that way.'
After all, it was just two days ago.
Su Hao, in an almost autocratic manner, led the newly formed Trading Department Seven to resolutely bet a huge sum of 50 million on short positions in the stock market!
Short sell! Short sell across the board!
Meanwhile, all other trading teams within the company, without exception, held bullish long positions.
They remained inactive, enjoying the feast of ever-increasing profits as if they were sitting on a mountain of gold.
Only they, Trading Department Seven!
On the account screen, those glaring green numbers, representing losses, kept flashing continuously.
Although his team members all pretended to be calm on the surface, none of them dared to openly question his decisions, and they didn't even dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction.
However, when he sat in this managerial position, which symbolized power and responsibility, he could, more clearly and keenly than ever before, capture the true emotions hidden beneath their respect and obedience in the depths of their eyes.
Those were eyes that flickered with hesitation, confusion, and even a hint of fear!
Those eyes that seemed to be silently, over and over again, asking the same question:
"Manager... is it too late for us to cut our losses and leave the market now to chase that seemingly endless upward train?"
'
But... the feeling at that time was so clear... so intense...
Su Hao frowned slightly, recalling the moment before making the decision.
That intense, electric shock-like sensation that instantly coursed through my entire body!
That intuition that made him unhesitatingly overturn all rational analysis and defy all opinions!
Even now, that soul-shaking thrill still seems to have a faint lingering effect, like a ghost remaining in his senses.
Moreover, when Liang Haiyuan was selecting investment targets based on the mountain of data submitted by the analysts in the research department, he did not make random choices.
He only selected those targets—those that could reignite that intense 'feeling' within him!
He rejects any option that makes him hesitate even slightly, feels vaguely, or doesn't feel strongly enough without hesitation!
I didn't even have the interest to glance at it!
However...
Reality, however, was like a bucket of icy cold water, poured harshly over his head.
Contrary to his expectations, the stock market did not show any signs of collapse. Instead, it surged wildly, as if injected with stimulants, and continued to climb relentlessly!
It seems to be about to break through the sky!
This made Su Hao, despite possessing a temperament and composure far beyond that of ordinary people, unable to help but feel a...uncontrollable...tense tension.
After all, stripped of the " Crown Prince " aura, he is ultimately just a mortal.
'Damn it... what if... the stock market doesn't crash immediately, but instead stays strong for another six months? Or even longer? What then?!'
Various negative and uncertain thoughts began to flood my mind like a tide.
This is the biggest and most fatal flaw in his almost "cheating" special "ability"—
All judgments must rely entirely on one's own vague, unquantifiable, and inexplicable 'feeling'!
well!
Su Hao sighed silently to himself.
How wonderful it would be if, like the protagonists in those online novels, a clear and concise status window or a system notification could pop up right in front of you?
At the very least, it would be good if he could see a key moment in the future, like some people with superpowers!
Unfortunately... none of these exist in reality.
All he could rely on was that 'feeling', which was as unpredictable as a candle flickering in the wind.
Faced with immense pressure and the reality of continuous losses, all sorts of chaotic thoughts began to grow uncontrollably in his mind.
"Could it be... a mistake? I should... cut my losses now! Before the losses become irreversible..."
The moment this tempting thought arose in his mind, Su Hao's eyes suddenly narrowed!
He shook his head violently, crushing that slight wavering that could destroy everything!
"No! That's not right!"
He forcefully suppressed the devilish temptation that was whispering in his heart and straightened his back again.
Yes, he was suddenly promoted to the position of manager, and the amount of funds under his control increased dozens of times.
The immense, mountain-like pressure that followed seemed to have subtly affected his state of mind.
but!
We must never forget!
Su Hao rose from obscurity to his current position not because of any background or luck!
Rather, it's this—something no one knows! A unique and special [intuitive ability]!
Therefore, we must not waver!
No matter how bad reality may seem!
No matter how many people are questioning it!
You must believe in your own abilities!
Carry this trust through to the end!
Even if it means... utter ruin!
Click!
As if to bolster his courage and make his final decision, Su Hao suddenly reached out, picked up the cookie that Li Huilin had "personally made" on the table, and without hesitation, took a big bite!
The movements were full of power!
"Well..."
The next second, an indescribable, strange taste, a mixture of burnt and other unpleasant flavors, exploded violently in his mouth.
The cookie crumbs were as coarse as gravel, and some were even a bit hard to chew.
Su Hao paused slightly as he chewed.
His face remained calm and expressionless, but a hint of...extremely subtle...bewilderment seemed to flash across his eyes.
Sister Huilin ...
It seems you have a deep understanding of the art of baking...
I'm a little...not very good at it...