The following morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone upon the skyscrapers of the bustling city, the Hang Seng Stock Exchange once again opened for trading.
However, unlike in the past, today's opening did not bring any excitement or hope. Instead, like a continuation of yesterday's nightmare, the stock market once again ushered in a frenzy of sharp decline without warning.
Last night, several heavyweight companies, considered market bellwethers, announced share buyback plans to calm investor panic and indicated that substantial funds had already entered the market.
This news should have been a stabilizing force for the market, enough to quell the surging waves of selling.
However, to everyone's surprise, the market completely ignored this, as if an invisible force was secretly manipulating everything, rendering all the efforts futile.
The continued volatility in the stock market quickly drew the attention of the authorities.
They are well aware that the stability of the stock market is not only related to the healthy development of the economy, but also affects the vital interests of thousands of households.
As a result, a series of policy measures aimed at stabilizing the market were urgently introduced in an attempt to inject new momentum into this shaky financial behemoth.
However, judging from the market's reaction, these policies do not seem to have immediately reversed the downward trend. Instead, they have put unprecedented pressure and urgency on the authorities.
Inside the Shen family mansion, the atmosphere was so heavy it was suffocating.
Last night, in order to maintain the stability of the stock market, the Shen family spared no expense, injecting a large amount of funds into the stock market.
However, the market's ruthless response plunged them into deep despair.
Watching the plummeting numbers constantly refreshed on the screen, the old man of the Shen family frowned, rubbing his pipe back and forth between his fingers, as if he were contemplating a crucial decision concerning the fate of the family.
The family members sat on both sides, their faces filled with anxiety and unease.
Every decision made at this moment could determine the future of the Shen family.
Is the government going to continue injecting funds to rescue the market and try to stabilize the situation amidst the storm?
Or should we choose to lie low and wait for the market to recover on its own? This question weighs heavily on everyone's mind, making it difficult to decide.
Time ticked by, but the Shen family's conference room fell into a deathly silence.
The old man's eyes swept across everyone's faces, as if searching for some kind of answer.
Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice carrying an undeniable firmness: "We cannot be defeated by the current predicament. The Shen family has been in business for generations and has never backed down. This time, we must also summon our courage and wisdom, dance with the market, and find our own place in the world."
Ultimately, they still chose to bail out the market, and they still needed to get money. How did they get the money?
That means taking out funds from other channels, but taking out other funds will affect some business plans and make it easier for others to take advantage of the situation.
Therefore, this decision has a significant impact, which indicates that the company is optimistic about Hang Seng.
Everyone is very confident now, but the old man is very uneasy because he has never seen such a sudden drop in his health before, and no one knows how long it will last.
Once the cash runs out, it's endless destruction.
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A cemetery by the sea, surrounded by lush trees, seems like a tranquil world far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world.
Sunlight filters through the treetops, dappling the cobblestone path and adding warmth and tranquility to this peaceful resting place.
However, beneath this tranquility lie untold secrets and undercurrents.
On this day, in a corner of the cemetery, two women stood side by side, their arrival bringing an unusual touch to this tranquil place.
One of them was Wen Xi, who wore a well-tailored black dress. The hem of the dress swayed gently, like a black lotus blooming in the night, both mysterious and noble.
Her black hair was carefully styled into a bun, revealing her smooth forehead and deep eyes.
The black stilettos clicked on the ground, each step sounding so steady.
Standing next to Wenxi was her best friend, a woman dressed in the uniform of a prosecutor from the Dali Temple.
My best friend is tall and slender, her uniform is impeccably tailored, and the gold insignia on her epaulets gleams in the sunlight, highlighting her extraordinary status and responsibilities.
Her face was beautiful and refined, and her eyes were sharp as an eagle's, as if she could see through all the evil and hypocrisy in the world.
His short, clean black hair, paired with his dignified uniform, added to his air of authority and a sense of justice.
"Wenxi, are you sure you want to see Zhang Fan here?" her best friend asked softly, a hint of worry in her eyes.
She knew full well that Wen Xi's meeting with Zhang Fan this time was no ordinary matter.
The recent panic selling in the Hang Seng Stock Exchange has drawn the attention of the Hong Kong authorities, and Wen Xi, as one of the key figures involved, is naturally implicated.
Once the investigation deepens and the source of the short-selling funds is revealed, Wenxi will face an unprecedented predicament.
“Yes, I must see him.” Wen Xi’s tone was firm. “Only by understanding his next plan can I respond and avoid being drawn into this storm.”
The environment of the cemetery was indeed extraordinary for this meeting.
Why choose this kind of meeting place every time? And this time, he even brought an elite prosecutor?
If you did it yourself on the spot, wouldn't that be conclusive evidence?
What if you can't control yourself and both of you end up moving?
Wouldn't the crime be doubled?
"The funds might be investigated, and if they find out about me, that would have a bad impact. I need to know what you're going to do next."
Wenxi didn't introduce her best friend's identity; her outfit spoke for itself.
"Keep shorting, there's going to be a sharp drop in the near future, I need to make some money."
Zhang Fan didn't hide anything, because there was an agreement that allowed them to find out.
You can't use those funds.
Wen Xi said decisively.
"It's shorting now, but it will be going long in a while. Hong Kong doesn't have that much time to investigate you. As long as the Shen family doesn't cause trouble, it'll be fine. By the time the authorities investigate you, I'll already be going long."
Zhang Fan, on the other hand, looked relaxed.
"The risk is too great. Short selling is not good; it's not welcome anywhere."
Wen Xi shook her head again. The main problem was the damage to her reputation, not that it was forbidden.
"Miss, I'd like to ask, if I break the contract and do something excessive, how many years will I be sentenced to?"
Zhang Fan's words drew the attention of his best friend.
"It will probably take at least three years."
Three years minimum?
Zhang Fan laughed. Wen Xi looked at her best friend, feeling that this guy was serious.
"My best friend is a young prosecutor who specializes in handling serious cases."
"What if I don't respect beautiful women that much?"
"Then the crime will be doubled."
This beautiful prosecutor spoke very seriously.
Double it? Double everything, including happiness.
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