Chapter 59 Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Of course, that's not what the Market Supervision Division really thinks.
Rather, they anticipated that once the matter was exposed, the overwhelming public opinion would likely push the team into the eye of the storm, making it difficult to handle the situation.
After all, the most enviable and psychologically unbalanced thing in this world is watching others make a fortune while you can only starve.
"With this amount of funds, we might be able to barely keep things under control. But what if..."
Li Xingyuan's gaze was deep, and his tone was solemn.
"What would it be like if next time, these guys weren't carrying 250 million, but 250 billion or even more, and pulled this stunt again...?"
Fang Jun felt a chill run down his back, and cold sweat almost broke out on his back.
"That...that's unimaginable! That would be an absolute disaster!"
Today, with just 250 million yuan used for short-term trading, they have already thrown the entire exchange system and their Market Supervision Division into chaos.
What if next time they bring in hundreds of billions of dollars...
That would definitely be a financial tsunami! A complete and utter disaster!
Wherever it goes, not a blade of grass grows!
"Keep a close eye on them! These guys are definitely not to be trifled with!"
Li Xingyuan commanded decisively.
"Judging from this, they definitely won't stop here! Their appetite is bigger than we imagined!"
"Yes, Chief!"
It has been said that the Market Supervision Division is a sharp blade that is constantly being honed.
The purpose is to be able to strike decisively and cleanly, without leaving any lingering troubles, when necessary, to cut off all illegal and irregular forces!
Therefore, they need an undeniable "status" and even more irrefutable "evidence".
The identity of the leader of this mysterious team remains unknown to them.
But Li Xingyuan firmly believes that there must be something fishy going on behind this!
They either used some unknown inside information or employed some sophisticated manipulation techniques.
Otherwise, such an outrageously high rate of return would be impossible to achieve!
"But, Director…" Fang Jun suddenly had a bold idea, one that even he himself found somewhat absurd.
"What if... I mean, what if... all of this really was just based on pure strength?"
Upon hearing this, Li Xingyuan was taken aback at first, then chuckled and waved his hand dismissively:
"Strength? What a joke! If this were truly based on strength, then in just a few years, the world's richest person would be a Chinese person for the first time! And it would be an unprecedented financial king!"
A heavy silence fell over the office.
After a long while, Li Xingyuan seemed to laugh at his own words and shook his head:
"Ahem... What nonsense are we talking about?"
"Yes, Director, haha... It must be manipulation, some kind of illegal operation that we haven't yet uncovered!"
Fang Jun also gave an awkward laugh.
"Purely based on strength? How could that be... I will continue to keep a close eye on them, and report to you immediately if I discover any clues!"
"Okay, go ahead. Report any new developments immediately."
"yes!"
The world's richest person?
Li Xingyuan quickly put this unrealistic idea out of his mind.
What a joke! How could our country possibly give birth to a financial monster of that caliber?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
***
Night falls and the city lights come on.
Su Hao and his boss, who was also the benefactor who rescued him from the ranks of the unemployed—the Chairman—are currently sitting in a barbecue restaurant they frequent.
The saying goes, "Barbecue goes well with alcohol; the more you drink, the better."
"Hey kid, what's going on? How do you manage to achieve such outrageous returns time and time again? Tell me honestly, are you possessed by some stock market guru?"
The president poured wine for Su Hao while looking him up and down with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.
"Hehe, Brother Huang, what are you saying?" Su Hao picked up a skewer, happily popped it into his mouth, and mumbled indistinctly.
"Luck, it's just pure luck."
"Luck? Ha! You're something else, kid. Now that you've got your wings, you're even trying to pull this crap out of me, huh?"
Huang Fengwen chuckled and took a swig of beer.
"If this were just luck, you'd win the lottery jackpot ten or eight times over, wouldn't you? Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid who's so easy to fool?"
At the barbecue stall, charred meat skewers lay side by side on the iron rack, their grease dripping from the bamboo skewers into the charcoal pile, occasionally causing a cluster of blue flames to leap up.
Tomorrow is the weekend, so the two of them decided to drink freely, chatting enthusiastically while eating barbecue skewers.
"To be honest, I'm feeling a bit... uneasy right now."
Huang Fengwen suddenly sighed, a complex expression on his face.
"What's wrong, Brother Huang? What's bothering you?"
"When I brought you into the company, I genuinely wanted to give you a hand, to give you a proper job, so you wouldn't just stay at home sponging off your parents all day."
But now, it seems like I'm the one who's been benefiting from your success all along. It's like you've been helping me, carrying me to new heights!
"Oh my, Brother Huang, you're being too polite!"
Su Hao quickly picked up his wine glass.
"If it weren't for you rescuing me from that moldy doghouse and giving me food, I might still be working as a laborer in some corner right now!"
I, Su Hao, will remember this kindness for the rest of my life! It's only right that I do something for you!
"No, Su Hao, I'm serious." Huang Fengwen waved his hand, his expression extremely earnest.
"I'm truly grateful to you! Sometimes I think to myself, in this life, I, Huang, may not be much of a talent, but my eye for people and this inexplicable luck with benefactors, hey, they're really damn good!"
"Alright, alright, Brother Huang, if you keep saying such mushy things, I'm going to get goosebumps all over and put them on the baking tray as an extra treat for you!"
Su Hao quickly filled Huang Fengwen's cup.
"Come on, let's drink! I'll toast you!"
"Haha, good lad, I must drink the toast you offer!"
Huang Fengwen was amused by him, picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"By the way, have you seen the recent game update?"
I heard that my profession has been cut again, is that true?
"Those damn planners, are they jealous because my class is too strong, and they're targeting me again!"
"Come on, Brother Huang, with your class, it's only natural that you get nerfed. You could kill anyone with your eyes closed. You're treated like the official's favorite son, so strong that it's breaking the balance!"
"Bullshit! You don't know anything!"
...
So, the two of them temporarily put their work aside.
They chatted about the game with great enthusiasm, spittle flying everywhere, just like two energetic young men who had just come out of an internet cafe after an all-night session.
After rambling on for almost two hours, Huang Fengwen finally slapped his thigh in exasperation:
"Oh dear, look at my memory! I was so busy chatting with you about games that I almost forgot about the important matter."