Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1780 You Don't Deserve to Be Proud

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhigang's hand holding the phone began to tremble.

Jiang Cheng's face exploded uncontrollably in his mind. That perpetually calm and collected face now felt like a thorn, piercing deep into his very core. Why? Why did Jiang Cheng always seem so confident of victory? Why, despite all his meticulous planning, was he constantly outmaneuvered by Jiang Cheng?

A burning hatred surged through his veins and rushed to his head, growing more and more obsessive with each thought. His chest was filled with the thought, "I must win," "I must trample Jiang Cheng under my feet." He wanted to show Jiang Cheng who the real mastermind was, he wanted to personally tear apart Jiang Cheng's calm facade and make him lose utterly!

It is common knowledge that people lose their judgment when they become obsessed, especially when this kind of thing is related to the stock market.

In the stock market, people are naturally prone to becoming gamblers.

They're reluctant to withdraw when they're losing money, but they're also afraid to go all in.

Xu Zhi was in such a dilemma at this moment.

After taking a deep breath, he still forced a cold laugh: "Take it! The more the better. Once the stock price drops, all these long positions will be our profits!"

But when he said those words, he didn't realize that his voice was weak.

The price on the screen kept jumping up penny by penny, showing no sign of turning back.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Jiang Cheng's phone received a real-time data push from Chen Xueer: "Xu Zhigang's short order of 179.5 million shares at $500 was instantly snapped up by United Fund. The current stock price is $179.2, and the intraday price is fluctuating between $179 and $180 without significant fluctuations."

After watching, Jiang Cheng tapped the screen twice with his fingertips.

He replied with a voice message, his tone completely calm: "Tell the fund to control the market, don't push the stock price up too quickly, and don't let it fall below $179. Just keep it within this range, use small orders to trade back and forth, keep the turnover rate below 0.5%, and try to make it look like normal market fluctuations, so that they feel they 'still have a chance'."

Chen Xueer on the other end of the phone immediately understood: "Understood, I'll notify the trader to execute it right away."

Not long after, Jiang Cheng's phone received new data: "Xu Zhigang has added 300 million short positions to $180, which has been taken. His current total short position is 1.81 million shares, with a leverage ratio of 1:1.7, corresponding to a liquidation line of $185."

Chen Xueer's voice message followed immediately: "President Jiang, Xu Zhigang has indeed increased his stake. Should we start raising the price slightly now to test his bottom line?"

Jiang Cheng's fingertips traced the rim of his glass, his gaze falling on the sunlight streaming through the window. A faint smile played on his lips. "No need to rush. Let the stock price hover around $179-$180 for a while longer. Once the US stock market opens in the afternoon, have Facebook release a little 'collaboration teaser' announcement. Pressuring them now will only make it easier for them to run away."

After receiving the instructions, the joint fund began to make minor adjustments to its operations.

The stock price, which had been slowly climbing, gradually fell back.

At this moment, the two women in Xu Zhi's room had already quietly dressed and were sitting to one side.

Xu Zhi was still wearing his white bathrobe, not even bothering to put on his underwear.

His eyes remained fixed on the screen.

A dozen minutes later, when he saw the number gradually drop from $179.1 to finally stop at $178.2, he breathed a sigh of relief.

His tense shoulders instantly slumped.

"I knew it!" he shouted, then slapped his thigh and laughed.

He picked up the red wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp, instantly dispelling the panic and tension from before.

She even glared at Lao Zhou: "This is just the main force bluffing. It's fallen back down now, hasn't it? Lao Zhou, you see, I told you $182 was the ceiling, wasn't I right!"

Old Zhou looked at the stock price chart on the tablet. Although his brows were still not completely relaxed, he didn't argue anymore. He just said in a low voice, "The stock price has fallen, but the buying pressure is still there. Mr. Xu still needs to keep an eye on it..."

"Alright, alright!" Xu Zhi waved his hand to interrupt him, his tone still lighthearted. "With me watching over things, what could possibly go wrong? You can go out now and come back to report before the market opens this afternoon."

As he spoke, he leaned back on the sofa, loosening the collar of his bathrobe. His gaze swept over the two women standing beside him, his previous hostility completely dissipated, replaced by a playful expression.

Seeing this, Old Zhou didn't dare to say anything more. He nodded, turned around, and left, deliberately slowing down his movements as he closed the door.

His gaze returned to the two beauties in the room.

She had seen these two people in Xu Zhi's father's office before.

Although she had been defiled by many high-ranking officials and nobles, she still maintained a first-class figure as she stood there, and even the way she hung her hands at her sides exuded a deliberate and graceful charm.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He quickly looked away, quietly closed the door, and shut out the ambiguous atmosphere in the room behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Xu Zhi raised his chin toward the woman in the see-through camisole nightgown, his voice languid: "Come here, pour me another glass of wine."

The woman immediately smiled and stepped forward. As she bent down to pick up the bottle, her collar slipped down a little.

The woman who had been pushed down earlier clenched her clothes, watching this scene with a fleeting look of resentment in her eyes.

Xu Zhi took the wine glass, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against the woman's hand, but his gaze shifted to the other side: "You come over here too, what are you standing there for?"

Upon hearing this, the person whose name was called burst into laughter inwardly.

But she still pretended to be a little aggrieved, bit her lip, and slowly walked over.

For the rest of the time, only the soft clinking of wine glasses and occasional whispers filled the room.

In less than five minutes, the woman in the see-through tank top blushed, straightened her clothes, and tiptoed out.

A few minutes later, another woman followed, her head down, the hem of her pajamas still slightly wrinkled.

As soon as the two reached the end of the corridor, the woman in the see-through tank top stopped, turned around, and glared fiercely at the other: "What are you so smug about?"

The woman who was being glared at raised her hand to smooth her hair, a faint smile playing on her lips: "At least I hit you 10 more times, are you saying that because you're so smug?"

"Ten times?" The woman in the see-through tank top scoffed, reaching out to tug at her collar, her eyes full of disdain.

"Even if it's 50 to 40, you have the nerve to calculate it? I didn't even mention the hundreds of times I poisoned you last night, and you have the nerve to be so smug about your few attempts?"