At nine o'clock in the evening, Chen Cheng appeared with Zou Yu on the 68th floor of the Financial Building.

This was the Zhencheng Hong Kong office, right next to the Four Seasons Hotel, so the two of them just strolled over.

Aks took Chen Cheng on a tour.

The office wasn't very big, occupying only one side of the square tower plus two corners.

They claimed it was over 800 square meters, but the actual usable area was probably only around 600.

Coming out of the elevator lobby was the reception area, and behind that was the lounge area, with some chairs, sofas, and a water bar.

Next to it were the workstations for the traders.

Two administrative staff had partitioned off a separate office next to the conference room.

Aks's office was in the corner behind the conference room.

An office was also reserved for Boss Chen in the northwest corner.

Walking back to the traders' workstation area, Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you ready?"

Aks nodded, "The funds, channels, and leverage are all ready."

The four traders also looked at Chen Cheng with anticipation; they hadn't worked on a big job with Chen Cheng in a long time and were itching to get started.

Chen Cheng glanced at the large screen hanging from the ceiling and checked the time, "Then let's begin."

Instantly, the sound of clattering keyboards filled the office.

Phone trading had long since become history; it was only still used in movies and TV shows to build tension.

In the past, phone trading was widely used because it could avoid the retention of evidence for regulatory purposes.

Now, the SEC has long since changed the rules, requiring all phone records to be archived for inspection.

Of course, it was mostly due to the penetration of quantitative trading.

In the Ugly Country, nearly 70% of trades are executed automatically by programs.

Zou Yu stared blankly at the Company Name stock price on the big screen, then turned to look at Chen Cheng, "The company you said you wanted to acquire, it wouldn't be Company Name, would it?"

Chen Cheng chuckled, "You guessed right, but there's no reward."

"Four billion?" Zou Yu's eyes widened.

Chen Cheng smiled and didn't speak.

If it were four billion, he wouldn't be playing the fool like this.

Once the financial fraud scandal broke and panic selling ensued, it would be lucky to be worth four hundred million.

Obviously, Company Name was a coffee company created by a screenwriter.

Chen Cheng had checked it out when he saw the footage of the company ringing the bell for its IPO.

He also realized it was from that show, Remembrance of Things Past.

This was a typical family business, with the founder's family holding over 55%.

Seemingly in control.

In reality, the founder had pledged nearly 33% of the total shares.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have set his sights on this prey.

This month, Company Name's lock-up period had just expired, and the stock had been falling for half a month, almost dropping below its issue price.

Chen Cheng chose to enter the market now to secure an entry ticket for the acquisition at the lowest cost.

Only by becoming a shareholder could his acquisition have a more legitimate reason and encounter less resistance.

Electronic trading and phone trading were carried out simultaneously.

Half an hour before closing, Zhencheng Hong Kong officially filed a stake in Company Name.

It was just that the cost was higher than Chen Cheng had expected.

It cost nearly 230 million to complete the stake filing, holding a 5.01% stake.

The actual proprietary capital only accounted for half, with the other half coming from leverage.

After trading was suspended, Chen Cheng turned and left the trading hall.

Returning to his office, he carried the sleeping Zou Yu from the sofa and went back to the hotel.

While Chen Cheng drifted off to sleep, a piece of financial news jolted a sixty-year-old man far away in the capital awake.

"Dad~"

"Dad~"

The Han Family daughter, holding her phone, rushed into her father's room.

The old man of the Han Family scolded her with morning grumpiness, "How old are you, why are you acting so jumpy?"

Han Yiting hurriedly handed the phone to the old man, "Dad, an investment company has filed a stake in us."

The old man's expression tightened, and he instantly became alert, hurriedly taking the phone.

On it was the stake filing notice from Company Name, as well as the simplified report on changes in equity.

The old man looked at the source of the funds, his face grave, "They are not here with good intentions."

Han Yiting asked, confused, "Didn't they say they were optimistic about our development and it was just a financial investment?"

"They even issued an investigative report on the domestic coffee industry."

The old man rolled his eyes at his foolish daughter, "You believe everything others say."

"What kind of financial investment involves filing a direct stake, and doing it with leverage?"

"Uh..."

Han Yiting stopped talking.

"Tell Jiang Han to be ready to counterattack at any time."

"Huh?" Han Yiting's eyes darted around, "Do you mean this Company Name wants to acquire us?"

"How is that possible? We hold 54% of the controlling interest."

The old man's mouth twitched, "Just go and do it."

Han Yiting pouted and left the old man's room.

The old man looked out the window and muttered, "I hope I'm just overthinking it."

The stake filing by Company Name completely ignited the market performance of Company Name.

Over the next four trading days, Company Name closed in the green every day, with the stock price rising to 26 yuan.

It was already 32.6% higher than Company Name's cost of 20 yuan.

Chen Cheng had a paper profit of 75 million.

It was crazy.

Seeing the stock price soar, the old man was in a great mood and called his son-in-law to give instructions:

"The third-quarter report needs to be done as soon as possible. I want to continue this trend, push the stock price up, and pledge some more."

"..."

Chen Cheng had been living a wonderful life these past few days.

Copying code during the day, and copying 'sentinel' at night.

Occasionally, he would go out on dates with Zou Yu, watch movies, and go shopping.

Right now, Chen Cheng was driving the ferrari with one hand while stroking a smooth thigh.

The newly released 812 GTS, which Ben had gotten for him.

He didn't spend a dime; Ben had arranged for it to be air-freighted over directly.

Chen Cheng didn't have any psychological burden and just accepted it.

As for sports cars, the only ones he liked driving were convertibles.

The others were purely bought for collection, to be driven occasionally to prevent rust.

In the passenger seat, Zou Yu had already become somewhat accustomed to his habit of driving the ferrari with one hand.

At this moment, she was tilting her head, staring blankly at the passing street scenery.

Suddenly, Zou Yu's expression tightened.

On the sidewalk, a tall, thin young man, with two hot foreign girls, was walking this way.

As they were about to walk past the car, Zou Yu suddenly turned her head away.

Chen Cheng felt her movement, turned his head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zou Yu was too nervous to speak and buried her head in her chest.

Chen Cheng's expression tightened. He looked left and right, and at a glance, he saw Zuo Hui, who was hugging two foreign girls while waiting for the traffic light.

Chen Cheng's mouth twitched; what a coincidence.

He looked back at Zou Yu and didn't say a word.

The light turned green, and he stepped on the gas and drove away.

Listening to the roar of the silver-grey supercar, Zuo Hui looked on with envy, then withdrew his gaze and smiled at the two foreign girls.

After getting off work today, Zuo Hui had specially made plans with friends he often hung out with.

They had just finished a midnight snack and were now planning to go to a nightclub.

That night, Zuo Hui had a good time, with a girl on each arm.

It was just that he was a bit lacking in stamina, and it took two blue "Carefree Pills" to barely keep up appearances.

Chen Cheng also had a good night.

Tonight, Zou Yu was unusually proactive.

She performed a bit of equestrianism and a hip-shaking dance for Chen Cheng.

Waking up the next day, Zou Yu acted as if nothing had happened and even made breakfast for Chen Cheng.