Hong Kong Stock Exchange, VIP Room, Yang Zheng stared at the LCD computer screen on the table, his hands clenched his fists under the table

The clenched fists showed a feeling of anxiety and tension in his heart.

In this life, he had experienced wars of all sizes and sizes on this battlefield without gunpowder, and every time he almost passed by death and fear. Since he started his first battle with a total operating capital of over $5 billion, he has never been nervous anymore. Even when he faced the giant crocodile of the three major hedge funds in North America three years ago, he was still calm and calm in command!

But this time, this battle was of great significance to him!

Not only because this battle may become the last battle in his life, but because of a promise he once made to his mother!

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With a "touch", the door of the room was pushed open. A tall woman of about 26 or 27 years old came in. From the heroic spirit that faintly emerged from her eyebrows and the sharpness that showed from time to time in her eyes, it can be concluded that this is definitely a very capable woman.

But at this moment, all her face showed was infinite panic and uneasy expression.

"What's the matter, so urgent?" The moment Yang Zheng raised his head, his face immediately returned to a cold expression.

"Mr. Yang, the Hang Seng Index has risen to 26,000 points now. Almost all investors believe that the stock will rise if it is certain. Almost everyone is buying it. What should we do now?" Fang Min gasped and asked anxiously in a tone.

"Continue to sell," Yang Zheng said decisively without even thinking about it, "Also, tell Paul that if you don't receive my order, you will continue as the original operation."

"Mr. Yang, we have sold 30 million US dollars now... Look..." A hint of hesitation flashed in Fang Min's eyes.

"Just do what I said." Yang Zheng looked at Fang Min coldly and said directly

"Oh... OK, then Mr. Yang, I'll take it back first."

Fang Min looked at Yang Zheng's cold face and eyes that seemed to always exude a cold air that made people unable to get close to, trying to see something, but after a few seconds, he didn't say anything, and retreated with a complicated mood in his heart.

Just do what he said, he is so sure, maybe he is a master and may not necessarily leave Yang Zheng's room. Fang Min gritted her teeth and walked towards the hall. But in her mind, she turned all the experts in the world, big and small, and did not think of such a person named Yang Yu.

He appeared in Hong Kong like a ghost. He came to her through her friends in the industry and offered a price that she could not refuse. He asked her to help him trade, and he seemed extremely nervous. His target was directly aimed at Hengxing Index

At this time, the trading hall was trapped in a sea of ​​excitement. Looking at the rising Hang Seng Index, almost everyone had bright smiles on their faces. Of course, except for five or six people sitting in a corner of the front row.

The most conspicuous one is the blonde foreign man who stands out among a group of Chinese people.

What seemed extremely inconsistent with the excitement around him was that the blonde foreigner was facing the computer screen calmly on his face, while most of the Chinese around him had a look of worry on his face, and he quickly controlled the keyboard and mouse from time to time.

"Mr. Paul, Mr. Yang said, continue to sell goods before his instructions." Fang Min walked forward and passed on Yang Zheng's meaning to this foreign man

"O, continue to sell goods with all your strength. How much do others want, we will give." After hearing Fang Min's words, the blonde man immediately told several Chinese people next to him.

"Mr. Paul, is it too dangerous for us to do this?" Fang Min heard the blonde man's words. Although she would not lose her own money even if she lost, she still couldn't help asking.

"Listen to Justin, you will never lose." Justin is Yang Zheng's English name. When talking about Yang Zheng, a strong sense of confidence ejaculated in the eyes of the blonde man, and at the same time ordered, "You just need to obey now, do you understand?"

"Oh, OK." Fang Min was shocked when she saw the confidence in the blonde man's eyes. She suddenly thought of Mr. Yang's cold and sharp eyes. Without saying anything, she immediately started to sell it. However, she couldn't help but feel a hint of curiosity in her heart. How could Yang Zheng look so cold and fierce eyes? Is he really a master?

In the room, looking at the Hang Seng Index that was still rising slowly, blue veins appeared on Yang Zheng's forehead, and confusion began to appear in his eyes.

His heart is far less confident and relaxed than he had shown in front of Fang Min just now. In fact, there is not much money available in his current fund account, but he is very clear that he will never show any lack of confidence in others. Another reason is that over the years, he has developed this sense of self-protection.

Twenty-six thousand eighty-five points

"Am I really wrong? How could Yang Jincheng have so much money to increase his position?" Seeing the Hang Seng Index number that has climbed to a high point, Yang Zheng, who has always been extremely calm, couldn't help but start to get anxious. This data has exceeded his expectations.

In his budget, it should not exceed 26,050 points.

After grabbing his hair with both hands, a trace of firm light suddenly shot out from Yang Zheng's eyes. His fingers immediately tickled on the keyboard quickly. Soon, curves after curve were displayed on his computer screen. Rows of data flashed densely on the computer like discharge. His eyes were staring at the screen tightly, and his brain was also analyzing the data one by one like a computer.

"I'm not wrong. Yang Jincheng must be holding on and doing a desperate gamble." After more than ten minutes, Yang Zheng finally stopped typing the keyboard, and his eyes flashed with the cold light he used to. "Yang Jincheng, I see when you can carry it. According to your current level, you won't be in the danger of losing your stock."

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"How is it? Have you found out who the other party is?" On the other side of the exchange, a middle-aged man in his fifties was holding a cigar in his mouth and emitting a majestic look on his body staring at the middle-aged man in suits and ties standing in front of him with a solemn look at the middle-aged man in suits and ties standing in front of him.

"Dr. Yang, I found out that he is a boy named Yang, but we know that his name is Yang Yu, from the UK." The man on the left immediately replied respectfully

"British?" A trace of confusion flashed in the middle-aged man known as Mr. Yang's eyes, and then he looked cold. He looked at the middle-aged man in the middle, "Li Qihong, how are we doing now?"

"Chairman, the index has now risen to 26,090 points." When the middle-aged man said this, although he had tried his best to endure it, he still couldn't help but look shocked and lying in his eyes.

"How much can we scan now?" The middle-aged man's lies were not concealed by Yang's divine eyes, and he immediately asked the core question.

"Probably...probably...can you sweep about 10 million US dollars..." The tone of the middle-aged man on the far right was already beginning to panic.

"Hmph, we have a hard time, and that kid will never have a good time. We must hold on now and we must not lie. Do you know, as long as we reach the end of the market, the problem will be solved."

A look of fear flashed deep in the eyes of Director Yang, but it was immediately covered up.

"Yang...Dong, if we continue like this, we may be in danger of losing our position. Are we..."

"All consequences are borne by me, what are you afraid of?" Yang Dong's eyes sucked hard. When he opened his eyes, he immediately said in a tone that could not be refuted by others, "Li Qihong, please contact me immediately to see how much more you can borrow, and do everything possible to reach the end of the market."

"Chen Feng, go and find out for me immediately, how much more that kid can bear?"

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"I will definitely not lose the surname Yang. I want to be Jianglong? Want to deal with me? I want to see how much weight you have." After the servants all retreated as they told them, Yang Dong looked at the clock next to him and pointed at the clock at the thirteen o'clock, and a cold light flashed across the corners of his eyes.

"Lan Ni, lend me another 10 million." In Yang Zheng's room, Yang Zheng looked at his cell phone.

"O, hand it over to you immediately." There was no hesitation on the other end of the phone.

"In addition, find a way to let the Hong Kong government release a negative financial news. Regardless of the size of the news, there is only a negative news." Yang Zheng immediately said

"O"

"Lan Ni, thank you." Yang Zheng hesitated for a moment, and finally said these three words. After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone

Putting the phone like a PDA on your palm next to the computer, Yang Zheng showed a hint of fatigue in the corner of his eyes, but in just a moment, he turned his eyes back to the computer screen with great energy.

He is looking forward to the critical moment coming

He must not give Yang Jincheng the opportunity to wait until the market closes. This is his last chance. He has invested nearly one billion yuan, and he must not waste all his efforts. That means not only the disappearance of his nearly one billion yuan, but also the debt he will be in debt of tens of billions or hundreds of billions of billions.

But these are not what he cares about. Money is just a line of numbers for him. Over the years, he has been numb to these numbers. Most importantly, this is an oath he made in front of his mother's grave.

"Yang Jincheng, I said that one day, I will definitely make you penniless." Yang Zheng's eyes were covered with bright red blood.

"Paul, do we...we, still want to continue selling goods?"

In the trading hall, Fang Min finally couldn't help but stop the movements in her hand. She felt that the beating rate of her heart was almost beyond her tolerance.

"Mr. Paul, we still..."

"yes……"

The other few people also stopped their movements, and their faces were like Fang Min, full of fear and panic.

"How could this happen? It's 26,100 o'clock"

Paul looked pale at the current Hang Seng Index figures flashing on the electronic cards on the trading hall.

"It's already fifteen-thirty now, and there are still thirty minutes left, and the market is about to close."

Fang Min's face was pale, her eyes were full of fear and worry, "We have lost 450 million US dollars so far, 450 million US dollars, it's US dollars."

"yes……"
Chapter completed!