dognovel Chapter 214 Capital Trap
Chapter 214 Capital Trap
As night fell, the city's neon lights shimmered like a galaxy, reflecting off the glass facade of the Lin Group headquarters. Inside the high-rise offices, the warm lighting maintained a restrained atmosphere with cool tones. Lin Chuyue stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, her fingers lightly holding a cup of black coffee, wisps of white steam rising and gradually dissipating into the air.
Outside the window, the distant traffic moved slowly, like a river shimmering with cold light. Her gaze was calm, but her thoughts were as turbulent as the undercurrents of the city.
“Shen Fang will continue to invest.” Li Zhanchuan’s voice sounded from behind her, deep and magnetic, with a hint of certainty.
He leaned casually against the desk, his black shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong wrists, and a delicate fountain pen twirled between his long, slender fingers, its black body gleaming faintly under the light. His eyes were deep, carrying a keen insight into the capital market, and his gaze was fixed on Lin Chuyue, as if waiting for her response.
Lin Chuyue took a small sip of coffee, the bitterness and subtle aroma mingling in her mouth, much like her current mood. She put down the cup, her fingertips lightly tapping the table, the crisp sound particularly clear in the quiet office.
"That suits me perfectly." She smiled slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Li Zhanchuan raised an eyebrow, looking at her with interest: "What do you plan to do?"
Lin Chuyue turned around, crossed her arms, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes: "Since she's willing to burn money, then let her burn it even faster."
Li Zhanchuan paused slightly, then a faint smile appeared on his lips, his voice low and deep: "Do you want to accelerate the collapse of your cash flow?"
Lin Chuyue nodded slowly, the coldness in her eyes like a cold star under the night sky: "Shen Fang must think that she can stabilize the situation with her capital operation ability, but she overlooked one point... market sentiment is the most difficult thing to control."
Her fingertips lightly glide across the tabletop, where a newly printed market analysis report displays data as precise as a cold, sharp blade, pointing directly to the key points.
"I have arranged for people to release positive news in the market, creating an investment opportunity that appears to have huge returns, attracting more capital in. At the same time, our people will secretly adjust the investment structure at key points to artificially lengthen the capital recovery period."
"The essence of capital is to pursue profit. When they find that funds cannot be returned in time, some people will start to panic."
"When the first group of investors withdraws their capital, a chain reaction will occur, and the break in the cash flow will be irreversible."
Li Zhanchuan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said, "You're digging a bottomless pit and letting them jump in themselves."
Lin Chuyue's lips curled slightly upward, a hint of sarcasm in her eyes: "In the capital market, greed and fear coexist. Since they've chosen this path, let's see if they can withstand it."
She paused, her voice calm yet sharp: "This game of capital has only just begun."
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Luo Yurou's financial crisis
The morning sunlight streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows into the office, casting a play of light and shadow that bathed the room in a soft, golden glow.
Luo Yurou was sitting behind a large desk, her long, slender, white fingers unconsciously gripping a pen. Her face was somber, and a hint of anxiety and unease appeared in her eyes.
Across from her, the CFO was engrossed in a thick financial report, his voice tinged with tension: "President Luo, the market's cash inflow is slower than expected, and we're facing a severe shortage of working capital. If this continues..."
Luo Yurou's hand tightened, her knuckles turning slightly white, the pen gripped so tightly in her palm that it almost broke.
"How could this happen?" She raised her head, her voice low, barely suppressing her anger.
The CFO, sweat beading on his forehead, forced a smile and continued, “Investor confidence in the market is wavering. Some partners are taking a wait-and-see approach, and several have already begun tentatively withdrawing their investments… If the situation worsens, it could trigger an even larger-scale exodus of funds.”
Luo Yurou's heart sank suddenly.
How could she not understand what this meant?
Lin Chuyue—it must be her!
Her gaze sharpened, like a newly drawn blade, pointing directly at the manipulator behind the scenes.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and asked in an icy voice, "Where is Aunt Shen Fang?"
"President Shen is arranging new capital investment." The CFO hesitated for a moment before continuing, "However... public opinion in the market is becoming increasingly unfavorable to us. If we cannot stabilize the situation in the short term, our financing channels may be severely affected."
Luo Yurou's nails dug deep into her palm, causing a slight stinging pain, but she couldn't care less about that at the moment.
She knew she had been pushed to the edge of a cliff.
She can't lose!
Her eyes grew colder as she gritted her teeth and said, "Hold on, I'll contact Aunt Shen Fang."
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Shen Fang's counterattack
In London at midnight, the sky was covered by thick clouds, and the streetlights cast blurry shadows on the damp streets.
Shen Fang sat in the study, and outside the French windows behind her, the waters of the Thames rippled gently in the night breeze, shimmering with a cold, eerie light.
She held a glass of red wine in her hand, her fingertips gently tracing the rim of the glass. The dark liquid swayed, reflecting her contemplative gaze.
The man opposite him was impeccably dressed in a suit, his expression grave: "Lin Chuyue's plan is ingenious. She's manipulating market sentiment. If we continue to invest, the risks will only increase."
Shen Fang chuckled softly, a mocking smile playing on her lips: "She thinks she's in control of everything? This game of capital isn't something she can play alone."
She slowly put down her wine glass, her voice steady yet cold: "Release the news that we are in contact with foreign investment funds and are preparing to introduce foreign capital."
The man paused, then asked, "You want to create market confidence?"
Shen Fang nodded slightly, a sly glint in her eyes: "Lin Chuyue's plan is to create the illusion of a broken cash flow, but if we can find a new source of funding, her scheme will be completely disrupted."
She raised her eyes, a cold smile playing on her lips: "She wants me to lose? Not so easy."
(To be continued)