As a big player manipulating stocks, the last thing you want is other players causing trouble or retail investors banding together to dump shares.
Commonly known as short-selling.
No matter the situation, you must immediately crush them and clear the opponent out of your turf.
Nangong Meng gritted her teeth and ordered: "Invest another ten million, hold the stock price for me! Make those people scram."
There aren’t enough retail investors deceived yet. If the stock price falls, it would be like a dam collapsing from an ant hole—everything would be over.
"Continue, invest another ten million!"
"Continue continuously, no stopping!"
Unknowingly, Nangong Meng had already invested a hundred million in funds to protect the stock she had chosen.
This stock was still being continuously short-sold, like a bottomless pit, with the stock price falling as if there’s no end—stocks in Asia have no limit on how much they can fall, the price can drop to zero.
Nangong Meng’s phone kept ringing.
In the senior high group chat, classmates who followed her in buying stocks were crying like dogs:
"Miss Meng, what’s going on, we’re stuck!"
"Miss Meng, answer the phone, this lousy stock can’t be sold..."
"Miss Meng, the stock price keeps falling, my ten thousand yuan has dropped to less than a hundred, this is all my New Year’s money for over a decade, save the child..."
Nangong Meng had no time to answer calls or return messages.
Those fools following her for scraps lost only ten thousand or so, but she was risking a hundred million of Fourth Uncle’s money!
Nangong Meng finally felt a bit afraid.
She turned around, trembling: "Fourth Uncle... I think I’ve met a formidable opponent, the ’Imperial Finance’ I bought has been sabotaged, afraid we’ll suffer huge losses..."
Her never-failing stock-picking career might end today.
Nangong Mo’s eyes were cold and fierce.
The wine glass in his hand shattered with the sound!
Suddenly thinking of something.
He ordered coldly: "Check what stocks that account bought!"
Nangong Meng snapped out of it, realizing Fourth Uncle was talking about the little fish that just escaped: "Let me see... he sold our ’Imperial Finance’, then turned around to go all-in on ’Em-pire Mil-i-tary’! So far... he’s made... made... another ten million!"
Damn it, the little fish didn’t get trapped, and actually managed to swallow a chunk as large as a whale.
Nangong Meng: "Fourth Uncle, could it be that this little fish set us up? Deliberately tripped us today? I checked and their stock account was opened at the Qingcheng Exchange... Wait, he even booked the VIP Room No.9 for today! Fourth Uncle, I’m going to confront them!"
Wu Minghao excitedly looked at the earnings in the account, almost kneeling before Xi Zuzi: "Ancestor, it’s amazing, our ’Em-pire Mil-i-tary’ didn’t act for a long time, but when it did, it shot straight up! I love the Empire, I support the military industry!"
It was truly vindicating.
Xi Rubao: "My Ancestor Sister, luckily I listened to you before, escaped from that lousy stock of Imperial Finance, otherwise I’d be left with nothing!"
It was truly a close call.
Xi Zuzi smiled slightly.
Suddenly raised an eyebrow slightly: "Let’s go, bail your dad out."
Wu Minghao wasn’t done having fun, but since Ancestor had spoken, he wouldn’t dawdle.
Xi Zuzi led the group and just left.
Nangong Meng with a group of bodyguards surrounded VIP Room No.9.
Upon entering, they found the room already empty.
Made money and ran faster than a rabbit!