Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1794 What's there to be afraid of?

Her senses had been honed to a level far beyond that of ordinary people by years of mercenary experience.

Just now in the courtyard, she saw Jiang Cheng and Wang Yuyan being intimate and subconsciously turned away to avoid them, but out of the corner of her eye she caught Wang Yuyan's provocative glance.

At first, she thought it was just a petty squabble between women. But after returning to her room and reviewing the details, she suddenly remembered the arc of Wang Yuyan's fingertips as she rolled down the car window.

That wasn't an accidental touch at all; it was precise control.

Xia Li stood under the corridor, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the miniature communicator hidden inside her cuff.

She didn't care how many women Jiang Cheng had around him; what she disliked was this kind of cunning probing.

Ever since she was assigned here by the system, she felt that loyalty always came first in Jiang Cheng's world.

Wang Yuyan's deliberate attempt to assert her presence in front of her was both a provocation and a disregard for Jiang Cheng's rules.

She had to make this woman understand who was truly the one who could stay by Jiang Cheng's side.

That's why she lost her composure today.

Wang Yuyan inside the room froze instantly, instinctively trying to push Jiang Cheng away.

Jiang Cheng had just explained the rules to her, and she was at the age where she was most sensible, so how could she dare to cause trouble?

But to his surprise, Jiang Cheng grabbed his back as soon as he moved.

As I said before, as a good man, Jiang Cheng wouldn't care about these details unless things went wrong.

Without stopping eating strawberries, he took a slurp and mumbled a somewhat indistinct reply to the door, "Wait a minute."

The footsteps outside paused for a moment, followed by Xia Li's respectful reply: "Yes."

Then there was silence.

Wang Yuyan's heart was pounding. She whispered in Jiang Cheng's ear, her voice trembling, "Um... wait a minute, close the door, Xia Li is still outside..."

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Cheng's kiss landed on her chest, and his fingers lifted her skirt.

Wang Yuyan's stockings had already been torn while she was in the car.

So there's no need for any domineering CEOs to take off your fleece pants, cotton pants, wool pants, or thermal underwear now.

On the contrary, you don't need to do anything; just move it to the side, and you can start the driving test (Part 3) immediately.

Moreover, since it was just driven there, there is no issue of unfamiliarity.

Upon hearing Wang Yuyan's exclamation, Jiang Cheng's lips curled into a smile, revealing a small Nike logo that hadn't appeared in a long time: "Not bad, a seamless 'shot' without any lag."

...

It took them more than an hour to wash up.

Wang Yuyan nestled in Jiang Cheng's arms, obediently feeding him.

Seeing him looking at the stock market on his phone, she considerately said, "Do you still have to work? If you do, don't worry about me, go to work first."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng reached out and affectionately stroked her face: "It's nothing, I've just been shorting this stock recently, and I'll check it when the market opens today."

Wang Yuyan had never been involved with stocks, but she knew that wealthy people liked to speculate on stocks.

Jiang Cheng then asked, "So, what's the situation?"

"Not bad, profits have already exceeded 10 billion..."

In the past, Wang Yuyan would have been shocked and speechless, but after following Jiang Cheng, her knowledge has broadened.

Jiang Cheng knew that 10 billion was nothing to him.

So when Jiang Cheng spoke so casually, she wasn't surprised.

Knowing that this amount was nothing special in Jiang Cheng's eyes, she simply smiled and offered him another warm piece of pork rib.

As Jiang Cheng took a bite of the rib, he pulled out his personal cell phone and dialed "Chen Xue's" number.

The moment the call connected, the gentleness in his tone faded slightly, replaced by the composure of someone in a superior position: "Manager Chen, long positions in Facebook. Establish positions in the $175 to $177 range, totaling 4000 million shares."

I already joked with Jiang Cheng during the video call at noon.

Seeing Jiang Cheng switch to work mode, Chen Xueer also adopted a proper attitude.

He replied respectfully, "President Jiang, please say so, I'll take note."

"Use anonymous accounts to enter in batches, with each transaction not exceeding 500 million shares, to avoid the monitoring red line, and all positions must be established before the market closes."

Chen Xue quickly confirmed on the other end: "Understood. 4000 million long shares, in the $175-$177 range, anonymous accounts will build positions in batches to avoid large transaction alerts. Do we need to coordinate with Xu Zhigang's sell orders? We just detected that they placed a batch of short orders at $176.2."

“No need.” Jiang Cheng glanced at the fluctuating stock price on his phone screen, a cold glint in his eyes. “Let them sell first. We just need to lay out our net. Remember, the accumulation process must be steady. Don’t alarm them. Wait until they’ve poured all their shares in before you close the net.”

"Okay, Mr. Jiang, I will notify the trading team to execute the plan now. Real-time data will be sent to your email in sync."

"Okay." Jiang Cheng responded, and was about to hang up when he remembered something and added, "Don't increase leverage for now, keep our own funds in operation, and leave enough safety margin."

"Ok."

At this moment, the private club in Pengcheng was brightly lit, and the real-time stock price of Facebook at $176.8 was displayed on a huge curved screen.

After hanging up the phone call with the powerful and influential, Xu Zhigang turned to the room full of people and patted his chest confidently: "Don't worry! The 'insider information' is absolutely reliable. Facebook's metaverse is burning through cash and is almost running out of funds. Plus, the data scandal hasn't been cleaned up yet. This wave will at least drop to $170!"

Someone in the crowd immediately chimed in, "Young Master Xu, we'll add our 300 billion to the deal. You name it, we'll do it!"

Xu Zhi was flattered and beamed with joy. He grabbed the satellite phone on the table and dialed the trader's number, his voice exuding an undeniable authority.

"Listen, convert all 500 billion in the offshore account into US dollars, then leverage it at a 1:1.5 ratio, bringing the total to 1200 billion RMB! Place short orders in three batches—the first batch of 3000 million shares at $176.5, the second batch of 4000 million shares at $176, and the remaining 5100 million shares at $175.5. All of them must be filled before the market closes today!"

The trader on the other end of the phone hesitated before reminding him, "Mr. Xu, 1200 billion RMB can short 1.01 million shares, which already accounts for 0.8% of Facebook's circulating shares. With such high leverage, once the stock price rebounds, our liquidation line of $185 will be easily reached..."

"Rebound my ass!" Xu Zhi interrupted abruptly, tossing his phone onto the sofa and taking a swig of his wine. "Even Xingchen's side followed suit and sold off. Didn't you see the sell order at $176.2 just now? That was his doing! Follow him, how could you possibly lose money?"

Everyone in the room was completely convinced by his words.

Everyone pulled out their phones to send instructions to their traders, and the club was instantly filled with shouts of "increase leverage" and "place short orders".

Unbeknownst to anyone, Jiang Cheng's trading team was quietly building long positions in 4000 million Facebook shares in the $175-$177 range through anonymous accounts, like a net waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.

On the same day, Facebook's stock price fell slightly by 0.5% to close at $176.1. Xu Zhi's short order of 1.01 million shares was fully executed, with an average shorting cost of $176.8.

This achievement relieved him, but the brief relaxation also made him a little complacent.

He threw a celebratory banquet at the club, and when the party was going on until midnight, he patted his chest and assured the powerful and wealthy, "Just wait and see tomorrow, Facebook will definitely open lower, and we'll make at least ten percent!"