Chapter 91 The Chinese Version of Soros
My darlings, I feel that adding too many extra chapters yesterday did affect the quality of the article.
Several of you left comments criticizing me yesterday, and I humbly accept them all.
I also feel that the last two chapters yesterday were not well written. I let everyone down.
I deleted chapters 89 and 90 this morning and rewrote them. Those who were following the updates last night might not have seen them. You can go back and check them first.
I think we should be more cautious and prudent in the future, and prioritize ensuring the quality of our articles!
I'll update two chapters now, and another one tomorrow morning. Thank you again for your support, my darlings! Love you all!!
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"Boss, we've arrived." The driver's voice pulled Shen Zekai back to reality from his turbulent thoughts.
Shen Zekai slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a deep darkness.
He pushed open the car door, but stopped just before stepping into the meeting room filled with shareholders who would decide his fate.
He took a deep breath, the cold air rushing into his lungs, and then slowly exhaled, taking away the last trace of hesitation.
Once you push open this door, take another step forward.
There was no turning back.
He will completely sever ties with his father, his elder brother, and even the entire deeply rooted Shen family, turning them into bitter enemies, locked in a life-or-death struggle!
Was it all really worth it?
To exchange the affection of one's closest relatives and the glory of one's family for that supreme power?
"..."
The hesitation lasted for less than three seconds.
Shen Zekai's gaze suddenly sharpened, instantly becoming incredibly cold and resolute, without the slightest hesitation or wavering!
He pushed open the heavy door with a sudden burst of unwavering determination and walked in resolutely!
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There is a ruthless figure in the financial world, known as the "father of short selling," whose name is George Soros.
This man, even his name exudes a murderous aura of "taking lives" and "demon".
Back then, this bigwig predicted that the pound was doomed and about to collapse, so he immediately placed a short order worth 10 billion US dollars, which crashed down like a mountain!
10 billion!
US dollars!
Even today, it would be worth over 70 billion RMB!
Don't forget, that was in the 1990s!
Back then, 10 billion US dollars had a much higher value and purchasing power than it does now!
With that single, devastating blow, the Great British government was brought to its knees, surrendering and begging for mercy. And how much did Soros profit from this incredible gamble?
A full billion US dollars!
What's even more impressive is that this $10 billion short position, from entry to exit with a profit of $1 billion, only took one day!
Just one day!
One battle and he became a legend!
"If you ask me, Mr. Su, your actions are practically the Chinese version of George Soros!"
One of the employees had eyes full of fanatical worship for Su Hao.
"Go to hell! Soros is nothing! He's not even worthy to carry our CEO Su's shoes!" Another flatterer went even further.
"Our CEO Su's investment skills, vision, and boldness are unparalleled in the world!"
Soros's stunning short-selling attack back then left the British government humiliated and directly spurred a series of targeted legislation.
Especially for hedge funds that are keen on short selling, various restrictions are being tightened layer by layer, for fear that they will cause some trouble again and trigger systemic risks.
But ultimately, rules are rigid, but people are flexible.
If any of its prey shows a weakness and becomes precarious, those capitalist wolves, whose sense of smell is more acute than that of hyenas and whose methods are more ruthless than those of vultures, will pounce on it like madmen and tear it to pieces.
Hoping for a few flawed laws,
How can you protect the meat on the cutting board?
Can that really stop the fangs of capital?
That's utterly delusional!
"Mr. Su, considering the diversified allocation of funds, as well as the transaction costs through various channels and Vulture Funds, there are quite a few miscellaneous fees and service charges deducted..."
The profit we can confirm at the moment is approximately..."
Liu Bo's voice trembled slightly as he reported on his work.
"Ten billion!"
"Hiss—!" A collective gasp filled the office, as if everyone was having an asthma attack.
It hasn't even been a few days, and this small team... has already entered the "10 Billion Club" so quickly?!
However, 10 billion may sound like an astronomical figure, but in the eyes of real investment giants, it's just a small amount.
Globally, BlackRock is the world's largest asset management company, managing over $10 trillion in assets...
If converted into our currency, that's over 70 trillion yuan!
Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.
Of course, most of the money in their hands doesn't belong to the asset management company itself, but to their clients.
But even with clients' money, the fund operates according to its own strategy.
After a series of dazzling operations, its influence in the market should not be underestimated; every move it makes can create huge waves!
Every time Su Hao sees those behemoths who are many levels above him, he feels a surge of pride:
"Sooner or later, I will stand at that height! No, I will stand even higher than them!"
As the ancients said:
Aim high, and you'll achieve something in the middle;
Aim for the middle, and you'll achieve less;
If you aim too low, you will gain nothing.
It means that as a person, you should have dreams, and the bigger the better, because what if they come true?
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Su." Liu Bo handed over a thick document. "These are the materials you specifically requested."
" From Changqing Group?"
"Yes."
According to the intelligence gathered by the research team working overtime and digging deep into the ground:
The actual control of Changqing Group is indeed in the hands of a company called ' Changqing Global Trust ' located in the Cayman Islands.
Moreover, this Changqing Global Trust is currently an unlisted "sole proprietorship," making it quite mysterious.
It is said that this was to ensure absolute control over the entire Evergreen business empire.
The patriarch of Changqing Group specifically made " Changqing Global Trust " a private company.
Then he distributed his shares among his staunch allies who were completely loyal to him.
"It's harder than climbing to heaven to get shares in Changqing Global Trust from the open market; the only hope is to try over-the-counter trading."
However, the amount of stock circulating in the market is pitifully small; even if a few occasionally emerge, they are simply not enough to gather the 'critical minority votes' needed to influence the outcome of a Director's meeting.
Su Hao's gaze swept quickly across the list of all the companies under Changqing Group.
In other words, the key is to find equity interests that are related to ' Changqing Global Trust '.
"Um?"
Su Hao's pen moved across the document, scrutinizing it line by line. Suddenly, in an inconspicuous spot, his hand abruptly stopped!
' Jinkun Holdings?'
Jinkun Holdings, a company, recently listed an asset for sale on the over-the-counter market.
What they were selling were shares in an "industrial holding company" that they held.
This thing has pitifully low dividends and isn't listed on the stock exchange, so nobody cares about it.
What they are putting up for sale is a 17% stake in this "industrial holding company," valued at approximately two billion.
Judging by these conditions alone, it's practically the worst of the worst stocks, even a dog wouldn't want it.
Who would be willing to be a sucker for shares in a failing company that struggles even to go public?
The fact that it was listed off-market for a long time without attracting any interest speaks volumes.
But Su Hao's hand, which was hovering over the words " Jinkun Holdings," seemed to be held firmly by a strong magnet and did not move away for a long time.
The pen tip sank deeper and deeper, as if trying to punch a hole in the thin A4 paper, seemingly silently declaring:
You're the one!
I've been looking for you for ages, and I've finally found you!