chsdbacks Chapter 409 Song Yunxia's Rejection!
Chapter 409 Song Yunxia's Rejection!
Ye Fan stood at the office door, looking through the glass at the cheering team outside, a faint smile on his lips.
What he wanted was never a personal wealth myth.
He knew that true success meant sharing the fruits of victory with his partners along the way and heading towards a wider world together.
Let everyone who contributes to it truly feel that following him means having a promising future, dignity, and a tangible, attainable bright future!
That's what success is all about.
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Inside a villa in Jiangning District.
The silence was deathly, so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
The traders had long been dismissed, leaving only Cao Yunji and the six tycoons, their faces ashen and silent as stone statues, in the spacious and luxurious hall.
The air was filled with the acrid smell of burnt cigars, the scent of expensive perfume, and the overwhelming stench of failure and the burning of money.
Margin call!
The cruelest outcome in this financial market is like a cold hammer, crashing down on them without warning or even a chance to react effectively!
Hundreds of millions of dollars vanished into thin air!
"call......"
A bald, middle-aged man with thinning hair exhaled a long, suffocating breath, breaking the oppressive silence. A storm raged in his cloudy eyes, and his voice was low and questioning: "Old Zhou."
He looked at Zhou Chongzheng, whose face was the most unpleasant in the main seat: "Investigate! Investigate thoroughly! Who stabbed us in the back? What kind of powerful figure could come up with such a large sum of money just to cause trouble for us?"
His stubby fingers tapped the table unconsciously, each tap striking the tense nerves of everyone present.
Zhou Chongzheng gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with cold light.
As the person in charge, he bore the greatest pressure and suffered the most losses in this incident.
"We have to investigate!" His voice was hoarse, filled with gnashing hatred. "Such a large-scale operation couldn't possibly be entirely funded by our own capital! We must have used leverage! And if we used leverage, there will be clues!"
After saying that, he immediately took out his phone, dialed a secret number, and coldly ordered the person on the other end: "Hello, it's me. Immediately use all your connections and dig deep! Find out where the main funds that are fighting us to the death over Shenmu coal today are coming from! Don't let any clue slip by! I need to know which outlaw dares to mess with us!"
Cao Yunji stood in the corner with his head down, his face ashen as if covered in dust.
He dared not look at any of the big shots, much less utter a sound.
A tremendous sense of frustration and humiliation surged in my chest.
Having spent many years in the capital market, Cao Yunji has always been a ruthless manipulator, never failing in his schemes.
How many despicable tricks has he used, and how many retail investors and small institutions has he swindled? He himself can't even remember.
But today...
Retribution came so swiftly and so thoroughly!
He finally experienced firsthand the despair and despair of those "leeks" he had exploited when they were wiped out!
That truth he had always scorned now burned into his heart like a red-hot iron: "If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet." And "The sickle, if used for too long, will eventually encounter harder bones and sharper blades!"
This time, he was the leek that was ruthlessly cut off!
The six bigwigs present had invested a total of over 100 million yuan, and almost all of it was lost!
This is not only a financial loss, but also a devastating blow to Cao Yunji's abilities and reputation!
His ambition to use this as a springboard to enter Zhou Chongzheng's inner circle—Chongzheng Securities—was completely shattered by this huge loss!
"Hoo... Sigh..." Cao Yunji squeezed out a suppressed sigh from deep in his throat, feeling a tightness in his chest and so irritable that he wanted to smash things!
He subconsciously took out his phone, his fingers swiping across the screen as if trying to find some solace or an outlet for his emotions.
He opened Song Yunxia's WeChat: "Yunxia, how about I take you to that newly opened private kitchen tonight? The ambiance is really nice. Don't go back home tonight?"
He tried to make his tone gentle and considerate, attempting to regain a sense of control and presence over that young body.
A few agonizing minutes of waiting.
The phone screen lit up.
Song Yunxia: "President Cao, I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today, I'm very dizzy. Let's do it another day."
"Let's do it another day!"
These three seemingly insignificant words, like the last straw, instantly broke Cao Yunji's already fragile nerves, pushing him to the brink of collapse!
"Damn it!" he roared suddenly, veins bulging on his forehead, his fingers almost piercing through the phone screen!
Completely forgetting the occasion, he cursed, "Another day! You filthy bitch! What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Just you wait! Come out in a few days and I'll wring you out! Pah! You slut!"
However, after he finished cursing, a chilling coldness instantly rose from the soles of his feet!
Oops!
He looked up abruptly, meeting six pairs of eyes that were either cold, disdainful, or even a little amused—several bigwigs were clearly watching his utterly disgraceful and incompetent state!
Cao Yunji's face flushed bright red instantly, and he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground!
He hurriedly put away his phone, stammering as he tried to explain, "I...I'm sorry, bosses, I...I..."
The bald old man who had spoken earlier waved his hand, forcing a fake, magnanimous smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all: "Little Cao, it's nothing, it's nothing."
His voice sounded "amiable," but his words were like a soft knife: "Young man, take it easy. If you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet. You stumbled this time, but you can win next time. This time it's not entirely your fault."
The phrase "It's not entirely your fault" sounds light and casual, but it's like a silent slap in the face!
On the surface, it's offering comfort, but in reality, it's assigning responsibility—implying that Cao Yunji ultimately bears some of the blame!
Cao Yunji's face burned, and he could only manage two dry laughs that sounded worse than crying: "Heh...hehe..."
What else could he say?
At this moment, in the eyes of these bigwigs, he probably wasn't even a suitable scapegoat; he was just a complete loser who had lost his temper and was taking it out on women.
He lowered his head, staring at the gleaming, expensive floor, where his disheveled and distorted shadow was reflected.
The warm lights in the villa only made him feel a biting cold.
Outside the window, the city's neon lights were just coming on, illuminating the ruins of their house that had just experienced a silent financial nuclear explosion.
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A heavy silence descended once again upon the villa's lobby.
Cao Yunji stood awkwardly in place, the flush on his face not yet completely gone, while the other bigwigs either closed their eyes to rest or had wandering eyes, each with their own thoughts.
Footsteps broke the silence.
Zhou Chongzheng's face was so gloomy it could be wrung out, and his knuckles as he gripped his phone were slightly white as he walked back from the side hall.