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Brain Retrieval Center for the Myriad Realms (For those Yan Zus who no longer know where their brains are stored)

Many girlfriends, harem style. High-stamina Yan Zus, get on board quickly.

Add it to your library; it won't hurt, and you won't be fooled.

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Angel City, in a small building in Besha Bay.

"Boss, including stocks and cash, the total mobilizable funds are about 2 billion," John said, looking at the man sitting before him with eyes closed in contemplation.

"How much cash?" The man opened his eyes and asked.

John was the head of Zhencheng Capital's Los Angeles office.

Zhencheng Capital was a company founded by Chen Cheng two years ago; its English name is Sincere Capital, a private equity firm.

On the surface, John was the head of the company, but in reality, all the company's funds came from Chen Cheng's offshore companies, so the company was naturally controlled by Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng hid his presence in the capital markets by contributing funds to private equity.

Since causing a sensation five years ago, Chen Cheng had learned this method.

This was something Chen Cheng learned from the old money in Europe and America: not to hold shares publicly in any company, but to hand the money over to fund companies like Bedde and Vanguard to manage.

Public information could only be traced back to the fund company level.

This is also why companies like Bedde and Vanguard have trillions of dollars in assets under management.

Because they don't represent a single person, but a group of people.

Chen Cheng had been in this world, which was remarkably similar to the original Blue Star, for over five years.

In 2014, relying on the seed capital obtained from stock pledges and two houses, he went full throttle.

At that time, chaos reigned in both on-market and off-market margin financing, and the capital market was growing wildly.

Relying on leveraged financing, in just over a year, Chen Cheng went from 150 million to exiting with 2 billion.

In 2015, he caught the crypto roller coaster.

Back then, Bitcoin was only a bit over two hundred dollars each.

As a transmigrator, not buying would have been pure idiocy.

It took over a year to buy enough for his target position—80,000 coins—at a cost of less than 40 million dollars.

Two years later, when the price rose to over ten thousand per coin, he began to liquidate his position, making a profit of over 1 billion dollars.

From then on, he completely left the virtual currency market.

One step to heaven, one step to hell; his heart really couldn't take it.

And that leads to the present.

"About two hundred million," John calculated and gave the answer.

"If the market opens tomorrow and I want to wipe out the shorts shorting Jiaxiang, how much capital do you think is needed?" Chen Cheng opened his eyes and looked at the curly-haired John.

John didn't ask why Chen Cheng was helping Jiaxiang Industrial; he quickly manipulated the computer to perform calculations. "If we enter the market now, at least one billion."

"In other words, I need three billion?" Chen Cheng asked.

This was a rule set by Chen Cheng: for a direct long-short confrontation, one must prepare at least three times the capital.

Meaning, if you have 900 million, only 300 million can be used for normal trading, while the remaining 600 million is used for contingencies or to expand the gains.

John nodded noncommittally.

Chen Cheng shrugged helplessly; it seemed he was still too green in the capital markets.

Currently, Zhencheng was only at a scale of two billion dollars, including stocks.

But with such a perfect short-squeeze opportunity right in front of him, Chen Cheng had no reason to let it go.

When he met Ye Zhenzhen five years ago, Chen Cheng knew he was in a cinematic world with a high degree of similarity to his past world.

Two weeks ago, a civil war broke out in the country of Vela to the south.

International capital naturally set its sights on Jiaxiang, which owned two nickel mines in the area.

Mining companies like Jiaxiang usually engage in hedging transactions in the futures market to balance losses caused by market price fluctuations.

Consequently, Jiaxiang suffered a double blow in both futures and stocks from international capital.

International capital was frantically squeezing nickel futures in the futures market, forcing Jiaxiang to close its short futures contracts for nickel.

If Jiaxiang didn't close its positions, then when the contracts expired, Jiaxiang Industrial would have to deliver physical nickel equivalent to the contract volume, and in the meantime, it would have to keep adding margin for its short positions.

Recently, the price of nickel futures had risen by nearly 200%; one could imagine how much Jiaxiang had invested in short margin.

Given the current situation in Vela, Jiaxiang, with its two large-reserve mines in a war zone, would certainly be unable to fulfill its obligations when the futures expired.

At least, that's what international capital believed.

If the short contracts expired and Jiaxiang couldn't deliver the goods, it would have to pay massive liquidated damages.

This led to the double blow to Jiaxiang's futures and stocks.

Having read the "script," Chen Cheng was eighty percent sure that Jiaxiang could overcome the difficulties.

Because Jiaxiang had a hidden card; if things reached a desperate point, the authorities would step in.

Chen Cheng tapped the table; Jiaxiang was considered a model of national capital, yet these vultures looked like they were certain of their prey.

Are they bullying Jiaxiang for having no friends?

Damn it, let's f*ck them up.

Well, look at him acting all noble.

If you want to make money, just say so; it's not shameful.

Chen Cheng took out his phone and made a call.

"Ben, I agree to your terms. I need three billion, in the account before the market opens tomorrow morning. If it's late, I won't let you play."

Without waiting for the other party to act smug, Chen Cheng hung up.

Ben was Chen Cheng's alumnus from Stanford.

This guy even lived across from him while at school; they were genuine neighbors, played ball together, traded stocks together, and then became friends.

Well, this guy was the real deal—the "cloth on the head" type of wealth.

To put it nicely, he was a prince; to put it bluntly, he was just a bit richer than Chen Cheng. Anyway, he had zero power, as there were too many princes and princesses in his family.

As for the terms on the phone, they were the profit-sharing terms for the fund.

Ben had always wanted to invest in Chen Cheng's fund; he was truly greedy for Chen Cheng's rate of return.

It's just that they could never agree on the profit sharing.

Chen Cheng, that greedy bastard, wanted a fifty percent profit share plus a 2% management fee.

Even Zaid, who was used to being extravagant, thought it was too much and only wanted to give a 30% profit share; he didn't mind the management fee though.

Seeing his boss preparing to act willfully again, John couldn't help but remind him, "Boss..."

Chen Cheng waved his hand. "Reduce our stock holdings. By tomorrow noon, I want one billion in cash.

"Go on. I've never lost."

Chen Cheng smiled confidently.

...

The next day.

"Boss, the cashed-out funds are in place. Shall we enter the market? Jiaxiang has already dropped 50%."

Seeing the three billion that arrived in the morning, plus the one billion Zhencheng cashed out itself, John seemed to have gained confidence, his tone somewhat excited.

A 50% drop in one day—if it gets pulled up by the end of the session, it'll be enough to give those shorts a run for their money.

Chen Cheng stared at the downward K-line and smiled. "No rush. It's only 17 yuan; there's not much profit."

"What's the liquidation price for the stocks Jiaxiang pledged?" Chen Cheng asked another question.

"4.8."

"Then what's the hurry? Let the bullets fly for a while." A cold smile hung on the corner of Chen Cheng's mouth; he was already plotting how to trap and kill these shorts.

Meanwhile, late at night domestically, inside an office building, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was on the phone.

"Cancel all buy orders until the next market opening."

"Short it heavily!"

The person on the other end of the line immediately questioned, "Short? Aren't we helping Jiaxiang save the market?"

"Are you stupid? With such a good opportunity, the most important thing is how to use this one billion from the bank to make money for ourselves."

...

Another day.

"Boss, another big short must have entered the market. It's down to ten yuan," John said as he walked into Chen Cheng's office.

Chen Cheng was staring at the computer screen, so he naturally knew the price.

Looking at John's round belly, he teased with a smile, "John, you should eat more Chinese food. Colonel Sanders will be the death of you."

Saying that, he still stood up and followed John out of the office to the trading floor.

John, with his fleshy face, gave a helpless shrug. He was long used to being teased about his physique by this muscle freak, Chen Cheng.