noffsinger Chapter 216 Capital Game
Chapter 216 Capital Game
Office politics
Lin Chuyue leaned back in her black leather chair, her gaze calmly scanning the stock market information on her computer screen. She wore a sharply tailored beige suit, her long hair loosely tied up, revealing her delicate profile. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, a steady rhythm that concealed a sharp edge.
"Mr. Lin." The assistant knocked and entered, his expression somewhat grave. He placed a newly printed market report on the table. "Starting this morning, someone has been shorting Lin's stock in large quantities."
Lin Chuyue's slender fingers flipped through the report, her eyes darkening slightly.
The report indicated that while the Lin Group's stock remained within a safe range overall, it was clear that someone was deliberately creating selling pressure. Some short-term investors began to follow suit, causing slight fluctuations in the stock price.
She slightly raised her eyes, her voice steady yet tinged with coldness: "Is it Shen Fang?"
The assistant nodded: "We cannot confirm the source of the funds at the moment, but judging from the methods used, it seems like someone is deliberately manipulating market sentiment and creating panic."
Lin Chuyue's lips curled into a cold smile as she traced her finger across the screen, staring at the stock price curve: "She really couldn't hold back after all."
Standing to the side, Li Zhanchuan glanced sideways, a faint scrutiny in his dark, deep eyes. He wore a low-key yet luxurious black suit, the silver cufflinks on his sleeves gleaming slightly under the light.
He casually flipped through the report on the table, his tone indifferent yet incisive: "How much leverage does she still have to fight you?"
Lin Chuyue lightly tapped the data on the screen, her tone calm: "Judging from the current situation, she doesn't have much money on hand. Her current strategy is to take advantage of market panic, get retail investors to sell off in a panic, and amplify the effect of short selling."
She paused, a slight smile playing on her lips, but her eyes held a sharp, cold glint: "But unfortunately, she underestimated my preparations."
She quickly picked up the phone on the table and said decisively, "Notify our capital team to increase the buyback program, and at the same time have the public relations department release positive news to stabilize market confidence."
The other party quickly responded: "Understood. We will arrange for financial media to publish positive reports, and at the same time contact several well-known investment institutions to publish long-term positive analyses of the Lin family."
Lin Chuyue nodded slightly, her fingers lightly swiping the screen to bring up market trading data. Her eyes were sharp as knives, staring at the short-selling funds hidden in the shadows, as if waiting for the right opportunity to strike back.
Li Zhanchuan tapped his long fingers on the table, his deep, magnetic voice slowly ringing out: "How do you plan to retaliate?"
Lin Chuyue's lips curled slightly, her voice firm and composed: "Since she wants to short sell, then let her fall into an even bigger capital trap."
Her gaze was cold and sharp, as if an invisible net had been quietly laid out, waiting for its prey to walk into it.
She slowly said, "Contact several international investment institutions and let them take the opportunity to buy at the bottom."
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London's restless night
As night deepened, the neon lights of London's financial district skyscrapers shimmered, their cool tones reflecting off the glass curtain walls, creating an exceptionally chilly effect.
Shen Fang sat in her luxurious apartment, the Thames River at night visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her. She wore a black silk robe and held a glass of red wine, but she had no interest in tasting it; she was staring intently at the stock market quotes on her computer screen.
A red curve floated on the screen; her pupils contracted, and her face turned terrifyingly grim.
"What's going on?" she demanded sharply of the person on the other end of the phone. "Why hasn't Lin's stock price fallen yet?"
The trader on the other end of the phone sounded somewhat helpless: "The Lin Group has begun to increase its share buyback efforts, and new funds are entering the market, stabilizing the situation."
Shen Fang gripped the wine glass tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white, her nails digging deeply into her palm.
"That's impossible," she said through gritted teeth. "Where did she get so much money?"
The trader paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It seems she was prepared a long time ago."
Shen Fang's face turned completely cold, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes: "Continue to increase the intensity and create even greater market panic."
The other party hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Mr. Shen, our funds... are almost running out."
Shen Fang's fingertips slowly slid across the wine glass, her eyes filled with malice.
She won't admit defeat.
She must win this battle of capital!
(To be continued)