Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1797 What's the rush? Sleep a little longer...

At that moment, what welled up in her heart was not simply joy, but a more complex emotion.

A mix of sweet flattery, a touch of panic at not being proper enough, and a subtle flutter of excitement at being treated with such seriousness.

Jiang Cheng's willingness to let her appear in that kind of setting could, to some extent, be a form of silent recognition and acceptance.

"Okay." She looked up at him and smiled gently, her eyes curving slightly. "I'll prepare in advance for tomorrow night."

After she finished speaking, Wang Yuyan took the initiative to kiss Jiang Cheng.

After the kiss, Wang Yuyan didn't cling to Jiang Cheng anymore.

After Wang Yuyan left, Jiang Cheng glanced at Xia Li, who was not far away.

Jiang Cheng noticed something amiss last night when he was being intimate with Wang Yuyan.

Seeing Xia Li standing to the side, Jiang Cheng finally understood.

No matter who came before, Shirley was always very dutiful.

Why did I end up clashing with Wang Yuyan this time?

Even though he noticed the problem, Jiang Cheng didn't intend to get involved.

He's a good man, and the most important thing about a good man is that he doesn't meddle.

Jiang Cheng silently took out his phone and began to look at the data Chen Xueer had sent him.

The Excel spreadsheet on the screen clearly listed the details of the positions: 4000 million long positions were spread across 12 anonymous accounts, with an average cost of $176.3, which was exactly within the price range of Xu Zhigang's three batches of short positions.

Intraday volume data shows that each transaction during the position-building period was controlled between 450 million and 490 million shares.

The corresponding trading volume bars remained stable without any abnormal peaks, perfectly avoiding the warning line of 500 million shares in a single day.

The summary column at the bottom displays key data: external trading volume accounts for 62%, while internal trading volume accounts for 38%. The consistent pattern of external trading volume exceeding internal trading volume indicates strong buying support.

The intraday price chart has remained firmly above the average price line, showing no signs of breaking through the support level.

Xu Zhi was woken up by his cell phone ringing.

His hangover gave him a splitting headache. When he opened his eyes, he saw two women in silk nightgowns lying next to him, their arms wrapped around his.

As soon as the call connected, the trader's anxious voice immediately filled his ears: "Mr. Xu, it's midday in the US stock market, and the buying is crazy! The short positions are almost down 2%, and the paper loss is 24 billion. If it rises another $0.8, it will trigger the warning line. Should we stop the loss?"

Hearing this, he sat up abruptly. The woman in the nightgown swayed slightly from his movement, then clung to him, pleading softly, "Young Master Xu, what's the rush? Sleep a little longer..."

Xu Zhi, no longer as eager as he had been the night before, impatiently pushed her away.

The woman lost her balance and was pushed off the bed onto the carpet beside it.

My butt hurt terribly from the fall, but I didn't dare to curse.

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

The other woman standing nearby, instead of helping her up, gave her a gloating smile.

Xu Zhi didn't even glance at them.

She suddenly stood up and stepped barefoot onto the cashmere carpet.

I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened WeChat, and stared at the number "$178.2" on my phone screen, my knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.

At that moment, the door was gently pushed open, and investment consultant Lao Zhou walked in, holding a tablet.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw a woman on the carpet wiping away tears, looking aggrieved.

Those snow-white buttocks made his eyes go blank.

He glanced at her, then couldn't help but glance at another long-legged beauty next to him who was only wearing pajamas and no bra.

Although Lao Zhou's gaze didn't linger for long, his involuntary swallowing betrayed his inner thoughts.

Resisting the urge to look at the two beauties, he quickly walked over to Xu Zhi and whispered, "Mr. Xu, look at the buying activity during this period of volatility—our short order at $179 was snapped up instantly, all large orders, not like retail investors..."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhi staggered to the sofa, his mind replaying the scene from last night's celebration banquet.

The praises like "Young Master Xu has an amazing eye for talent" and "Following you, you're guaranteed to make money" still echoed in my ears.

But the blank order in his hand felt like a red-hot iron, burning his fingertips.

The cost of failure is far too high.

Although he can easily afford to pay the compensation now, these people will definitely not trust him so easily next time.

Seeing that Xu Zhi remained silent with a cold expression, the long-legged woman wearing transparent ice silk walked up to him with a smile.

He picked up the cup of warm hangover tea and said, "Young Master Xu, please don't be angry. Have some hangover tea first..."

Looking at her seductive appearance, the woman sitting on the ground glared at her fiercely.

Both of them were from the song and dance troupe and usually competed with each other during dance practice. Last night, Xu Zhi selected them, and now they both treated him like a prince, secretly vying with each other.

She calculated it last night: Xu Zhi spent 380 strokes on her, while she only spent 150.

Not only was she unhappy, but the real problem was that the thing that ultimately determined wealth and status wasn't even in her possession.

That's why she was so anxious to hold Xu Zhi and ask him to continue when he woke up.

Although judging from his limp body, the chances of him doing it again are slim.

Last night's illusion made the woman think she was favored, but it was clearly just an illusion.

Xu Zhi's face instantly darkened. He grabbed Xu Zhi's wrist and shoved him forcefully, saying, "Don't meddle in things that aren't your business! Stand aside and wait!"

The woman stumbled and bumped into the coffee table, the cup crashing to the ground with a bang, shards flying everywhere.

Watching her almost transparent nipples sway as she was pushed, Old Zhou couldn't help but drool a drop.

After swallowing for a moment, he spoke again: "Young Master Xu, should we investigate this?"

"What are you investigating!" Xu Zhigang whirled around, his tone sharp. "The holes in Facebook's metaverse can't be filled, the data scandal hasn't been resolved, any rise is just hype! Tell the traders to place another 500 million short orders at $179.5. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

Clearly, after some internal struggle, he still chose to gamble.

Daheng's rapid development in recent years is also inseparable from gambling.

Old Zhou's fingers tightened around the tablet, and he lowered his voice even further: "But three overseas funds are still buying up shares, and our short positions simply can't keep up. Moreover, the current leverage ratio is already 1:1.5; adding more would bring it to 1:1.7. Once the stock price breaks through $182, the risk warning line will be..."

"Breakthrough my ass!" Xu Zhigang slammed his phone on the coffee table, and the screen lit up.

It's right next to the "Confirm Order" button.

"$182 is the ceiling! I just promised someone last night that I'd make ten percent today. If I cut my losses now, I'd be admitting defeat. Where would that leave my face?"

After saying that, he grabbed his wine glass and took a swig of cold wine, forcing himself to calm down.

I hesitated for a moment as my fingertip swiped across the screen towards the "confirm order" button.

Finally, gritting his teeth, he said, "Notify the traders not to close any positions! Place another 500 million short orders at $179.5. During this midday fluctuation, we can take advantage of the low price to add more shares and push the price down as soon as the market opens this afternoon! I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

Old Zhou didn't dare to argue anymore and could only lower his head to send a message to the trader.

The room fell silent instantly.

The moment the message was sent, Xu Zhigang's phone beeped.

The numbers on the screen jumped suddenly, freezing at a red "$178.5" for a moment before jumping to $178.7.

The trader's voice message was sent quickly: "Mr. Xu! The short order at 179.5 was snapped up immediately. The other party is taking all the big orders."