Chapter 37 The Light of Victory Against the Tide!
alarm!
A sharp, urgent alarm instantly swept through the entire transaction risk control department.
Risk control supervisor Zhang Wei felt a chill suddenly shoot from his tailbone to the top of his head, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his shirt back.
He had been in this industry for so many years and had never seen anything like it:
Every screen in sight was completely swallowed up by that chilling green that symbolized collapse and disaster, flickering with an apocalyptic light.
In an instant, his usually quick-witted mind completely shut down, finally settling into only one thought: rough, heavy, and desperate.
"Damn it, we're doomed!"
Just minutes before, the entire department was enjoying a peaceful and leisurely life, almost like they had entered retirement early.
People were either chatting over coffee or enjoying afternoon tea snacks.
After all, the market is stable, so what "risks" are there that need for these people to "manage"?
Who could have imagined that things would change so drastically!
Just now, without any warning, the Securities Regulatory Commission dropped a bombshell by releasing a brand-new regulatory policy!
This news was like a bucket of ice water poured into a pot of boiling oil!
The market exploded instantly!
Sell-off! A massive sell-off!
The massive sell orders swept in like a flood breaking free of its dam, with overwhelming force.
"Boss! What... what do we do?"
Zhang Wei's legs went weak, and he practically scrambled to Manager Pan Xun's side, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
However, when Zhang Wei saw Manager Pan Xun's equally pale and dejected face, his heart sank into an ice cave.
"What can we do?" Manager Pan Xun's lips trembled, his voice hoarse, filled with a helpless despair.
"What can our Risk Management Department do now? Rush over and unplug the server's network cable? Or call the exchange and ask them to suspend trading? Is this even something we can handle?"
He slammed his hand on the table and roared:
"Get the word down immediately! Let those traders figure it out themselves! Cut your losses if you need to! Cut your losses if you need to! First come, first served! If you hesitate any longer, you'll lose everything!"
These words may be a bit rough, but the reasoning is sound.
This was a sudden financial tsunami, an act of God!
The current situation has far exceeded the capabilities of their Risk Management Department.
Could we possibly use our flesh and blood to stop that raging flood?
As for how to salvage even a little bit of the damage from this chaotic ruin, how to scrape back even a little bit of the spilled water, even if it's mixed with mud and sand...
These are questions that traders who are truly fighting on the front lines with real money should rack their brains over!
"I can only...I can only pray that it doesn't end up being the worst possible outcome..."
Manager Pan Xun slumped into his chair, muttering to himself, his gaze unfocused as he stared at the pale white light on the ceiling.
Faced with such a market collapse that is comparable to a natural disaster, any human struggle and effort seem so pale and powerless.
All those people who are supposedly in charge of risk control can do now is stare and watch helplessly.
Small and helpless, like a prisoner awaiting final judgment.
Zhang Wei shuffled back to his workstation, his steps heavy as if filled with lead, as if his very core had been removed.
He felt so frustrated he felt like he was going to vomit blood.
Damn it, that "demon nickel" incident last time already turned the whole department upside down, and we almost lost our year-end bonuses.
I thought that was the biggest storm I'd ever weathered, but compared to the scene before me, that little thing from last time was nothing at all!
They're not even worthy to carry my shoes!
And they even talked about a "bonus feast" and "year-end bonuses so plentiful you'll be overwhelmed"...
That's all bullshit!
At this rate, the entire department will have to tighten its belt and prepare to starve this month, no, next month, or even for several months!
"Huh? Wait... what's that over there—"
Just when Zhang Wei was feeling utterly hopeless and was almost about to start thinking about the nutritional information of the Northwest Wind,
Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at the sea of green on the monitor screen, a sea of despair and collapse...
Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply!
I caught a glimpse of an extremely abrupt and dazzling bright color!
Amidst the bleak green sky, a blazing inferno, like a volcanic eruption, was burning fiercely, releasing crimson flames that seemed capable of burning away all the cold!
No! That's not ordinary red!
That was...that was the light of hope!
It is the light of victory against the odds!
When everyone thought the market would skyrocket and was enthusiastically shouting "Charge!", "All in!", "Villas by the sea!";
When everyone was like a frightened bird, crying out "Sell! Sell! Sell!";
There was only one team that initially seemed like reckless rebels, but now resembles a prophet who is the only one who is sober in a world of drunks!
Moreover, that guy wasn't just being unconventional in words.
He really did it!
Damn it, carrying a full 50 million in cash, like the most insane and cold-blooded gambler, amidst a bullish frenzy, he resolutely went all in, betting heavily on—short positions!
This madman! This utterly ruthless person!
A name exploded in his mind like a thunderclap:
" Su Hao!"
It was that man, the man who single-handedly fought against the entire market frenzy!
It was the legendary Trading Department Seven, and their manager, Su Hao, who was like a monster!
***
Meanwhile, in the Trading Department Seven manager's office, at the center of the storm.
"..."
Su Hao himself was staring blankly at the screen in front of him, his face expressionless, revealing neither joy nor anger.
On the screen, green numbers cascaded down like a waterfall, and the candlestick chart plummeted vertically like a cliff, depicting a shocking financial disaster.
But his eyes were deep and calm, as if everything happening before him was just a pre-written script.
However, even before the Securities Regulatory Commission released its bombshell regulatory announcement, his resolve was not as unwavering as it appeared.
To be honest, he also hesitated and wavered, like a reed in the wind, struggling repeatedly between "persistence" and "giving up".
Just as he was engaged in a fierce internal struggle, so conflicted that he felt like he was twisting himself into a pretzel—
"Boom!"
That announcement, like a hammer of judgment falling from the sky, struck the seemingly indestructible candlestick chart with precision and ruthlessness!
And then... that was it.
The candlestick chart collapsed immediately.
It fell hard and left a mess.
"Outside...it seems like things have completely exploded."
He could clearly hear the sudden uproar outside the office:
The footsteps were chaotic and disorderly, like a herd of frightened beasts fleeing.
Uncontrollable gasps, sobbing screams, and the sounds of various objects being overturned mingled together, rising and falling in waves.
Those so-called elites who usually wear suits and look respectable have now torn off their disguises, revealing their most primal fears and madness, staging a vivid rehearsal for the end of the world.
This was the first time he had ever seen such a chaotic scene of demons dancing and ghosts howling since he joined Fang Huan Investment.
"manager!"
He didn't get much peace and quiet for long before the office door was slammed open with a loud bang.
His employees, like a group of defeated soldiers who had just fled from the battlefield, all rushed in at once.
These guys had their eyes wide open, their breathing rapid, and their faces showed a mixture of extreme shock, ecstasy, and a hint of unbelievable disbelief.
Their eyes were unfocused, as if they had just taken drugs, and half of their souls seemed to have flown away.
"Manager! How...how did you know?"
One person spoke first, his voice trembling, and he looked at Su Hao as if he were looking at a prophet who had stepped out of mythology.
"Holy crap! Manager, you're amazing! You're incredible!"
Another person speculated even more mysteriously, "Could it be... that you have an inside source at the Securities Regulatory Commission?"
Upon hearing this, Su Hao almost choked on his own saliva.
Inside player? What a joke!
He was just a freeloader before, so where would he have gotten to know any big shots from the Securities Regulatory Commission?
"Ahem," Su Hao cleared his throat, deciding to maintain his enigmatic image, waved his hand, and said slowly in a nonchalant tone, as if it were a basic skill:
"As the old saying goes, 'When middle-aged women carrying children start rushing into the stock market, it's pretty much a sign that the bubble is about to burst.'"
This was a so-called "stock market guru quote" that he had gleaned from some obscure corner while casually browsing investment books.
Anyway, it sounds pretty convincing, perfect for showing off.
Its underlying logic is actually quite simple:
When a market becomes so overheated that even the least likely group to participate in investing is drawn in, it means that irrational euphoria has reached its peak, and the inevitable collapse is not far off.
"That's true... but this is too much..."
Everyone looked at each other, still finding it unbelievable.
This is too far-fetched! It's practically like fortune telling!
"Quiet down! Quiet down!" At this moment, Liang Haiyuan, the senior member of the team, stepped forward.
He was experienced and understood the situation clearly; he immediately shouted:
"Is this the time to dwell on this? The manager's brilliant strategies and insightful vision for the future are beyond the comprehension of us mere mortals! Everyone, perk up! Listen carefully to instructions!"
Liang Haiyuan was a highly senior employee in the company. As soon as he spoke, the group of guys who were on steroids finally calmed down a bit and shut their mouths.
"Manager! Please advise! What should we do next?"
Liang Haiyuan turned to Su Hao, his tone becoming extremely respectful, his eyes filled with fervent trust and expectation:
"Should we continue to hold these positions and wait for greater gains? Or... close out some of them first and secure the profits?"
Upon hearing this, Su Hao silently moved the mouse, the white cursor...
It hovered steadily above the red button that represented "sell".
A tiny, seemingly insignificant action can transform an astronomical figure of unrealized profit on the books into real cash.
The office fell silent instantly, all eyes focused on his hand holding the mouse, and everyone subconsciously held their breath.
"..."
However, a few seconds passed.
Su Hao's heart was completely still, like a deep well, without even the slightest ripple.
That kind of premonition, that "intuition" that drives him to make decisions like an instinct at crucial moments, is now as if asleep, completely still.
'That's strange... Could it be that the time isn't right yet?'
He frowned slightly and decided to wait a few more minutes to see.
Time ticked by, and the office was eerily quiet, with only a few computer fans humming softly.