dognovel Chapter 215 The storm is coming
Chapter 215 The storm is coming
The night was deep, and in Lin Chuyue's office, only a wall lamp was lit, casting a warm glow.
The computer screen on her desk flickered with the latest market data, the curves rising and falling like a weather vane on the battlefield of capital. Her gaze was fixed on the screen, her eyes cold, her fingertips tapping lightly on the table, the rhythm slow and steady.
Li Zhanchuan sat on the sofa, his long, slender fingers casually flipping through a market analysis report, his indifferent eyes revealing a thoughtful expression. He turned to look at Lin Chuyue, his voice low: "Shen Fang really can't hold back anymore; she's already started spreading rumors about bringing in foreign investment."
Lin Chuyue's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of sarcasm: "She's trying to stabilize market confidence, but foreign investors won't just jump into a quagmire with a broken capital chain."
She paused, her finger swiping across the data on the screen, a sharp glint in her eyes: "However, her reaction was faster than I expected."
Li Zhanchuan closed the report in his hand, tapped his long fingers on the armrest of the sofa, and said in a deep voice, "This means that she doesn't have enough liquid funds, otherwise she wouldn't have released the news so quickly."
Lin Chuyue nodded and let out a soft breath: "In that case, let's give her another push."
She raised her hand and dialed a number, her voice calm: "Contact several financial media outlets and release some 'interpretations' of market trends—emphasizing the restrictions and approval processes for foreign investment entering the domestic market."
The other party quickly replied: "Understood. We will analyze it in the tone of industry experts and it won't be noticed by others."
Lin Chuyue hung up the phone and looked calmly at Li Zhanchuan: "Shen Fang wants to stabilize the situation by using 'foreign capital,' so we'll make the market doubt 'foreign capital.' With the funds delayed, she won't be able to hold on for long."
Li Zhanchuan's thin lips curled slightly, his gaze deep and sharp: "Then let's see how long she can hold out."
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Luo Yurou's predicament
Early in the morning, the atmosphere in Luo Yurou's office was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
At the conference table, several senior executives looked solemn, while Luo Yurou sat in the center, her face terribly grim.
"What?!" She stood up abruptly, her gaze sweeping sharply over the vice president in charge of financing. "Is there a problem with the foreign investment?"
The vice president was sweating profusely, his voice trembling: "Yes, news has suddenly spread in the market that foreign capital entering the country requires strict approval and cannot be received in the short term... Some investors have already expressed doubts about our financing plan."
Luo Yurou clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. She instantly understood—Lin Chuyue had made her move!
"She's so ruthless..." Luo Yurou took a deep breath, trying to calm her anger, and then said coldly, "Contact Aunt Shen Fang immediately and see what other methods she has."
The vice president hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "President Shen is trying to find a solution, but... she is also facing a tight budget."
Luo Yurou's heart sank suddenly, and her face turned slightly pale.
She was already standing on the edge of a cliff.
If the cash flow completely breaks down, she will not only face a company crisis, but may even... never be able to recover.
She must not lose!
She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to calm down, her eyes icy: "Continue to reassure the investors. No matter what it takes, we must hold on!"
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Shen Fang's desperate gamble
London, 4 a.m.
Shen Fang sat in her study, veins throbbing on her forehead, her eyes bloodshot. She had just finished a call with several financial institutions, but the result only made her face grow increasingly gloomy.
She slammed her wine glass onto the table, spilling red wine all over the floor, making it look like blood.
"Lin Chuyue..." she gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with ruthlessness, "Do you think you've won?"
She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and then dialed a number.
When the call connected, the other party's voice was deep and cold: "Mr. Shen, what's the matter so late?"
Shen Fang narrowed her eyes and said slowly, "I have a business opportunity that can make you rich."
The other party was silent for a moment, then chuckled and asked, "What kind of business?"
Shen Fang's lips curled into a cold smile: "Short the Lin Group's stock."
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a low voice: "Mr. Shen, are you sure you want to do this?"
Shen Fang said coldly, "Of course, since she won't let me have an easy time, I won't let her have an easy time either."
The other person chuckled softly: "This is no small matter."
Shen Fang's voice was cold: "I will provide sufficient funds. In addition, I need you to create panic in the market and get more people to join this attack."
The other party pondered for a few seconds, then said calmly, "Okay, we'll take over."
Shen Fang hung up the phone, a cold smile playing on her lips.
She won't admit defeat.
Since Lin Chuyue wants to play the capital war, let's see who can last the longest!
(To be continued)