Although Chu Hongyu majored in finance, her sophomore year courses had not yet delved into the level of secret agreements between top financial groups.
Fortunately, she had specifically looked up relevant information when she did her homework.
She composed herself and organized her thoughts: "Simply put, the 'Ruby Agreement' is a coalition of several large business families that joined hands to counter external risks, making it difficult for outsiders to attack them."
"According to the Ruby Agreement, this time Temasek and Fenglong Group bought Ning's shares to provide financial support and jointly fight against hostile takeover or short-selling attacks."
Temasek is a wholly-owned investment company of the Ministry of Finance of Singapore, one of the Four Asian Tigers, and is very powerful.
Fenglong Group is owned by the Guo family, Singapore's richest family. With these two companies jointly investing, they can mobilize billions or even tens of billions of Hong Kong dollars instantly.
A hint of approval appeared in Ning Bingyu's eyes: "Not bad, you've understood this level. You've done your homework."
He cut a small piece of steak, suddenly pressed it against her red lips, and said slowly, "If they short, we go long. No matter how much they dump, we buy and swallow."
Chu Hongyu paused, glanced around, and saw that everyone else was busy and no one was paying attention to this place.
This teacher's teaching style is really...
She raised an eyebrow, her red lips parted, and she ate the piece of beef: "Young Master, if these billions were invested in specific projects, they would naturally be a huge sum, but right now they're being used to flood the stock market and forcibly drive up Ning's stock price... Facing those international financial giants, I'm worried it might not be enough for them to spend a week..."
Those international short sellers have access to tens of billions of US dollars.
Ning Bingyu's lips curled into a meaningful smile, his eyes behind his glasses deep and unfathomable: "What's the rush? The show is good, we'll watch it slowly."
He put down his knife and fork, wiped her lips with a napkin, and said with a cold look in his eyes, "Next, aren't we going to meet those bankers who are eager to withdraw their loans?"
Chu Hongyu's heart tightened slightly: "Those British banks... they are indeed the richest banks in Hong Kong and major creditors of the Ning family, but they might very well be one of the tools used to attack the Ning family this time! Would it be of any use to go to them now?"
Ning Bingyu picked up his water glass and gently swirled the ice cubes inside, making a crisp clinking sound.
He looked at the clouds rushing past the window, his eyes indifferent: "Let's watch the show tonight."
As night fell, the plane landed smoothly at Kai Tak Airport.
Ning Bingyu did not go straight home, but instead had the convoy drive to the Ning Building in Central.
The brief rest on the plane did not completely dispel the sharpness between his brows; on the contrary, it made him appear even more ruthless, like a honed blade.
Stepping into the temporary combat command center on the top floor, an invisible smell of gunpowder hits you.
Dozens of well-dressed elites were either staring intently at their screens, talking in hushed tones, or typing rapidly on their keyboards.
The air was thick with the tension of caffeine and adrenaline.
"Young Master." A middle-aged executive with a sharp, capable-looking face and gold-rimmed glasses immediately came forward to greet him.
He reported rapidly, “We have activated our ‘white glove’ account on Wall Street to absorb the bonds of Ning’s affiliated companies that are being dumped on the market.”
Chu Hongyu followed behind Ning Bingyu, her heart fluttering slightly.
This term was only mentioned in a finance class at the University of Hong Kong not long ago.
In plain terms—
It's like when the price of the game console you bought with borrowed money drops, you're afraid people will laugh at you, so you quickly get your friends to buy it at a lower price, pretending that many people want to buy your game console.
To put it bluntly, the reason for Ning's company to buy its own bonds through a front company was to avoid a panic collapse!
Ning Bingyu nodded slightly and walked straight to his desk: "Very good. Keep a close eye on Wall Street. Whatever they offer, we'll accept."
The executive acknowledged the order and left: "Yes!"
Another middle-aged female executive with short hair immediately came up to report: "Young Master, they're shorting, we've been going long, what's next..."
Ning Bingyu's deep gaze swept across the computer screen where numbers were constantly jumping, and he said calmly, "Increase leverage, continue to go long!"
Chu Hongyu was stunned, hardly believing her ears.
She knew the Ning family's cash flow situation very well; was Ning Bingyu planning to go long?!
How much money would that cost? Even with the support of our Singaporean partners, the Ruby Agreement wouldn't be enough!
But she wisely didn't ask, and instead took the coat he handed her and hung it up.
In the following period, senior executives or special assistants from various departments kept coming to report on the battle situation.
Chu Hongyu looked at the scene in the entire office and her heart was filled with excitement.
The lights are on 24 hours a day, with the daytime battleground for Hong Kong stocks and the nighttime battlefield extending to Wall Street across the ocean.
Every fluctuation in the numbers can mean the change of millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of dollars, determining the fate of countless people.
For the first time, she truly felt that behind the cold numbers lay a battlefield, unseen yet brutally cruel.
She looked at the elites who were buried in data and on the phone.
They moved quickly, their expressions focused, their fingers flying across the keyboard; every instruction they gave could potentially affect the market.
Ning Bingyu noticed her absent-mindedness and suddenly said calmly, "What foreigners are best at is 'using Chinese to control Chinese'."
He paused, a cold smile playing on his lips: "However, our ancestors also taught us another saying—'Learn from the barbarians to subdue them.'"
“Those who have studied abroad and returned, especially those who have actually worked on Wall Street and in the City of London, are no less capable than their foreign teachers.”
Everyone here has an outstanding overseas study background and rich practical experience.
Chu Hongyu's heartstrings were gently plucked.
She gazed at Ning Bingyu's cold, hard profile and replied softly, "That's why I want to stand here and learn. One day, I want to go to Wall Street or the City of London..."
What she longed for was not just to learn from her enemies, but to surpass them!
Looking into her eyes, which concealed a sharp, deep light, Ning Bingyu suddenly chuckled softly, "Your gaze... is as resolute as if you're about to charge into battle, and..."
Although they weren't the same person, the light in her eyes at that moment was remarkably similar to that of Rong Zhaonan; there was a peculiar obsession in their eyes.
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