Hearing the sobbing on the other end of the phone, Lu Feng knew that this person was incapable of handling important matters. He also realized that Mr. Feng probably never expected his most beloved youngest son to be so weak.
Only when the sobbing on the other end of the phone subsided did Lu Feng speak: "I really don't want to hear you cry. There's too much weakness in your voice. If you were a teenager, I could understand, but right now I really don't want to understand. Your older brothers are fighting you for the inheritance. You shouldn't be crying; you should be fighting them back! Crying today and crying tomorrow, will it bring your father back to life?"
Feng Zhiyao never expected that Brother Feng, who had always cared for him, would say such a thing. He wanted to find someone to rely on and confide in, but what he got in return were these words.
“My dad’s in this state, what’s wrong with me crying a few times? How can you say such things? All they want is money, right? Just give it to them. I don’t care about money. I don’t need brothers like that!” Feng Zhiyao shouted into the phone.
"You're so high and mighty, so great. You just say you don't want money and that's it, you've sold me out completely. What about Jiafeng?" Lu Feng took a deep breath to keep his composure and said, "Don't tell me that. Go lie on your hospital bed and tell your dad. Maybe he'll be so angry he'll come back to life. Just tell him, 'Dad, your son doesn't want anything anymore. Tomorrow he'll go begging on the streets. Write your dad's name on your body. Maybe someone who knows him will give him a few extra dollars!'"
"Lu Feng!! If you humiliate me again, I don't want to see you again!" Feng Zhiyao shouted angrily and hung up the phone.
As Lu Feng listened to the busy tone on the phone, he leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his temples. He and Mr. Feng had planned everything, but they hadn't expected Feng Zhiyao to be so incapable of handling things.
He didn't want a single penny and dodged the aggressive advances of his older brothers. Lu Feng could tell that this young master, who had been waited on hand and foot since childhood, had no concept of money and didn't understand how difficult it was to live in this society without money or power.
This matter cannot be allowed to continue. Given Mr. Feng's situation, it will probably happen this year. Lu Feng doesn't care whether it's Feng Zhiyao or his two brothers who take over Sun Hung Kai. He only cares about one thing: Sun Hung Kai must support him.
Otherwise, Lu Feng would likely be kicked out of the board of directors, and the final outcome would just be taking the money and leaving; he doesn't want the money!
Lu Feng had already planned for his elimination. He wanted the R&D company to be privatized by having the board of directors vote to use their shares in exchange for the company's equity.
At the London Stock Exchange, with the entry of several major Wall Street funds, tungsten ore prices soared, and the Schroders Group was also investing heavily. Financial news was flying everywhere, with rumors circulating that tungsten mines in South Africa had completely shut down, and that tungsten alloys would be priced exorbitantly for at least a year.
As the new day opened, amidst cheers from the crowd, tungsten ore prices surged, with hundreds of millions of yuan pouring in, instantly driving up the price by 30%. Even in the face of frantic selling, prices remained remarkably stable.
Inside the exchange, countless people stared wide-eyed at the prices on the screen, their hearts pounding. The scene before them was simply too insane.
It's important to know that most people leverage 90% of their futures trading capital. That means if you have 100,000 yuan, you borrow 900,000 yuan from the bank to make 1 million yuan to enter the market. If the price rises by 10%, your principal doubles. Now, with a 30% increase, your principal triples in just a few minutes!
The foreigners at the scene were all exclaiming "Oh my god! This world must be crazy!" Some had already run to the exchange to sell their futures, while others believed that the price would rise further and continued to buy at the high price.
In just a few days, Quantum Fund and Tiger Fund bought more than $500 million, and with Schroders investing $300 million, these two companies have almost completely taken over the futures market.
Inside the meeting room, John looked at today's financial news and inquired about the tungsten mine. His secretary reported, "Quantum Fund and Tiger Fund have invested 500 million US dollars. They've been controlling the market quite a bit these past few days. In the first hour after the market opened today, the price was maintained at a 30% increase. It's obvious that their traders don't dare to push it up too much, afraid we'll run away."
"Several managers just submitted their opinion. They believe that now that Soros and Robertson have entered the market, we should sell some shares first to test the waters and also to recoup some of our principal."
"How much profit are you making now?" John asked.
"Eighty percent of the managers believe we should try a short squeeze to test their willingness to go long!" the secretary replied.
“No rush. I don’t want to force a margin call. Instead, I want to test what they’re here for. Tell the traders to buy first, then push the price up another ten points. If they can’t push it up, then dump the shares and see their reaction,” John instructed.
Minutes later, the price of tungsten ore rose again amidst gasps of surprise.
On Wall Street, as London tungsten futures prices rose, traders on the scene hurriedly picked up their internal phones and called Soros directly. The same thing was happening at the Quantum Fund.
"Schroder has started buying, and the price has already risen seven points. There isn't much selling pressure in the market," the trader said directly.
"Test the waters, then smash it down!" Soros ordered.
The next second, tungsten ore futures instantly reversed course and plummeted downwards. A massive sell-off broke through one defense line after another, and the original 37% gain was reduced to only 26% in less than a minute.
John had already reached the trading room downstairs. Standing in front of the computer, he said in a deep voice, "Take it. Whether the tungsten mine starts operation or not is up to me. Do you think I'm afraid of your trick?"
The K-line, which had been plummeting, turned around and began to slowly rise again.
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