Chapter 41: Both blissful and agonizing!
"Nonsense! How could we possibly know? Don't you know how dangerous it is to expose your positions in our line of work?"
Huang Fengwen rolled his eyes in annoyance:
"If someone targets you and teams up against you, wouldn't that be like being targeted and'sniped'? That's why who holds which positions is a top secret in the industry!"
Indeed, in the brutal arena of finance, concealing one's true intentions and positions is a fundamental rule for survival.
Once your opponent discovers your hand, especially in such extreme circumstances, it could very well lead to your utter destruction.
Therefore, who holds positions in what type of stock at what time, and how much of what stock, is the most crucial secret.
"Hehe... Do you know how things are going with our newly established Trading Department Seven?"
Executive Director Liu laughed even harder, like a weasel that had stolen a chicken:
"You haven't seen his performance report yet, have you?"
The newly established Trading Department Seven?
"You know what, I was worried about him. Su Hao just got promoted to department manager and then this bad luck struck. I bet he's suffered heavy losses."
Huang Fengwen frowned again, and his tone became worried and regretful:
"Sigh, there's nothing we can do about it. In this kind of market environment, whoever gets caught up in it is doomed."
Huang Fengwen was already planning in his mind that once this storm had passed, he would find an opportunity to properly comfort that young man.
After all, this is a natural disaster and a man-made calamity, so we can't blame him. We shouldn't let this setback discourage him.
Young people have a long road ahead of them.
"etc..."
As Huang Fengwen was speaking, he suddenly felt a string in his mind snap!
Executive Director Liu's gloating, almost smug expression...
He suddenly and inexplicably mentioned Su Hao...
That mysterious bullish buyer who drove all the short sellers crazy...
Why...why did you suddenly bring up Su Hao?
Huang Fengwen's voice trembled slightly as an unbelievable thought began to frantically grow in his mind.
Executive Director Liu's lips curved into a wide grin, revealing a set of white teeth; the smile was so bright it was almost blinding.
" Chairman Huang …the 'mystery buyer' that everyone outside is desperately trying to find, the guy who holds almost all the option contracts that can kill short sellers…"
He paused, as if savoring the moment's impact, then spoke clearly, word by word:
"...that's Fang Huan Investment" Su Hao, manager of Trading Department Seven.
"What? You mean... that batch of goods...!"
Huang Fengwen felt as if his heart had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, instantly stopping its beating. He abruptly stood up from his chair, his voice trembling.
"That's right!"
Executive Director Liu nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with undisguised excitement and pride:
"It's the 'ghost' that the entire industry is looking for! The bull that all the short sellers hate to death! It's him!"
"Holy crap?"
Huang Fengwen was completely stunned. His mouth was agape, wide enough to fit an egg. His mind went blank, as if he had been struck by lightning, and he stood there frozen in place.
***
Is today... not the right time yet?
Su Hao sat upright in front of the monitor array on the table—a total of nine screens!
Like a nine-square grid of troops, the densely packed candlestick charts and rapidly changing numbers reflected on his young yet unusually calm face.
His gaze slowly moved between the colorful charts and data streams.
With his right hand controlling the mouse, the pointer hovered aimlessly near the bright red "Sell" button on the screen, hesitating to make a move.
From the options their department precisely bought before the crash, to the short positions they subsequently allocated across various sectors in line with the trend...
Now, his account interface shows a sea of red, as if he were in the midst of a grand fireworks display of wealth.
Among them, the one that contributed the largest share of profits, with the most astonishing and dazzling figures!
Without a doubt, it was those option contracts that were like a hot potato, yet contained enormous profits.
To be honest, he's itching to get his hands on it.
Reason told him that he could close all his positions with just a click of the mouse.
Those astronomical profits can instantly transform from illusory numbers into real money in a bank account, and then, embracing this immense wealth, one can count money until their hands cramp!
Just imagining those staggering numbers is enough to make anyone's heart race and their blood boil!
But... no.
That tingling, electric-like sensation, that mysterious intuition that "the best time has come," has not yet arrived.
So, ever since the market storm triggered by the stock market crash began, he has been like a meditating old monk, sitting in front of the screen on his desk day after day.
Most of the time, he just stared quietly at the frantically jumping numbers on the screen.
Aside from occasionally moving the mouse or adjusting my posture, I hardly made any other movements.
They simply while away the time that drives countless people outside crazy by remaining silent and waiting.
Knock knock knock.
There was a gentle knock on the office door.
"Ah, please come in."
The door opened, and Li Huilin peeked in.
What made Su Hao's eye twitch almost imperceptibly was...
Li Huilin was holding a plate with a few... cookies on it.
"Manager, you must be tired from staring at the screen for so long. Have some snacks, take a break, and replenish your energy."
Li Huilin walked in with a smile and gently placed the plate on the large desk.
Perhaps catching the fleeting, extremely subtle stiffness on Su Hao's face, Li Huilin put her hands on her hips:
"Don't worry, manager! I really didn't make this! I bought it from the coffee shop downstairs! Could you please stop giving me that 'I'm going to my doom' look every time you see me getting food?"
"Hahaha...Where, where is it!"
Su Hao quickly laughed it off, trying to cover up his subconscious reaction of horror at Li Huilin's "disastrous" baking skills.
The "devastating blow" my taste buds suffered before, that unforgettable memory—only those who have experienced it know!
Then, Li Huilin cautiously got to the point:
"Um... Manager, should we... continue holding the position for now? Keep the position... unchanged for the time being?"
Su Hao understands how the team members feel right now.
These guys are probably going crazy from the huge unrealized profits on their books.
As traders, aren't they all short-term maniacs who wish they could make hundreds of trades a day?
They are accustomed to engaging in high-frequency battles with the market amidst the adrenaline rush and suffocating tension, pursuing the thrill of licking blood from the edge of a knife.
Look at the other trading departments in the company, aren't they all like they've been injected with adrenaline, frantically engaging in short-term trading, trying to make up for previous losses as much as possible in this volatile market?
But what about Trading Department Seven?
He's practically an anomaly in the entire Fang Huan Investment!
Ever since Su Hao gave the order to hold their positions, everyone has collectively entered "lying flat" mode!
Doing nothing, just like an old cadre who has retired early, staring blankly at the computer screen all day.
Watching the profits in the account balloon wildly like an inflating balloon, time slipped away second by second as I waited.
This feeling is both blissful and agonizing!
"As I said before, trading is a free process. If any of you feel that now is the best time to sell, you can sell at any time without asking me."
Su Hao's tone remained calm, without the slightest hint of emotion:
"After all, with our current costs and market prices, we'll make a fortune no matter when we sell."
"However... I personally think it's better to continue holding on for now."
Li Huilin shook her head, a thoughtful expression on her face:
"You see, so far, it seems that the authorities haven't come up with any measures to completely reverse market confidence, and the panic in the market is still very strong. So... thanks to them, our profits are still rising rapidly."
Su Hao nodded slightly.
This is probably why his damned, almost metaphysical "intuition" has been slow to issue the final sell signal.
The "stabilizing force" that can truly quell this market-sweeping storm, the decisive factor that can deliver the final blow, seems to have yet to appear.
"Don't worry, I will let everyone know as soon as 'that time' comes."
"Wow! That's great! We'll follow your instructions completely, Manager!"
Li Huilin immediately beamed with joy, as if she had received the most reliable assurance, and quickly retreated.
With a cup of warm coffee and these rare and delicious cookies, Su Hao's fatigue from days of waiting was dispelled, and her spirits lifted slightly.
He turned his gaze back to the screen, and his right hand habitually moved the mouse pointer once again to the bright red, tempting "Sell" button.
Just then—
"...!"
My fingertips trembled violently!
An indescribable, extremely clear electric current-like signal suddenly surged from the fingertips holding the mouse, traveled along the nerves in his arm, and instantly pierced through his spinal cord like lightning, striking straight at his brain!
It was a mysterious and indescribable feeling!
It is his most acute and instinctive grasp of the market pulse, hidden deep within his soul!
It's here!
Now!!