Ming Zhen and Xing Lu, who were in the kitchen area preparing drinks, heard the women's conversation clearly and exchanged glances.

They both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

They were also clicking their tongues in astonishment; so many beautiful women, and it seemed they were all that man's girlfriends.

And they were getting along so harmoniously.

It just didn't make sense.

Xing Lu blinked; a man who could afford to buy and maintain a private jet having many women suddenly made sense again.

Xing Lu curled her lip expressionlessly; men are all scumbags.

Meanwhile, Ming Zhen turned her head to look at Chen Cheng, who hadn't boarded the plane yet.

That tall, upright figure, that handsome face.

Ming Zhen bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind about something.

Chen Cheng gave a few instructions to Chen Guosheng before boarding the plane.

Chen Guosheng would not be following them to Hong Kong Island this time; he would fly directly to the Bay Area.

He would go home to see the kids, then head to New York to meet up with Chen Cheng.

After hugging and saying goodbye to the women one by one inside the cabin, the women disembarked.

After having met each other, they became more reserved. Only Qin Shi boldly hugged Chen Cheng and gave him a farewell kiss; the others just offered a hug.

Ye Zhenzhen walked last, came over, and gave him a hug.

But her hand pinched Chen Cheng's waist, "Where did you find such a gem?"

Chen Cheng sighed helplessly, "Honest to God, I just happened to run into her. If you don't believe me, ask Zou Yu."

"That girl is a colleague of another flight attendant. That girl was the crew member assigned by the airline when I flew to Angel City last time."

"She was quite talkative and pretty too."

"When I was putting together my own flight crew, I called that girl over."

"She then recommended her best friend to me."

"Still because she's pretty, right?" Ye Zhenzhen rolled her eyes at him, "Have you already been fantasizing about how to put her and Zou Yu together?"

"You men, isn't that all you care about?"

Chen Cheng's lips curled up slightly, a bit provocatively, "You guessed right. Actually, thinking about it is quite exciting."

He tilted his chin up, "Right?"

Ye Zhenzhen didn't say anything. Huffing, she stepped on his foot and turned to leave the plane.

Passing by Xing Lu at the bottom of the ladder, she couldn't help but ask herself a question.

"Why doesn't anyone look like me?"

After the women got into their cars and left the tarmac, the cabin door closed, and the plane slowly taxied toward the runway.

On the road in front of the hangar, the nine women sat in their cars, watching the plane disappear into the horizon before starting their engines and leaving the airport.

Qin Shi naturally squeezed into a car with the three women from Ode to Joy.

Li Na drove a Panamera, carrying Jiang Nansun, Zhu Suosuo, Xiao Ye, and Ding Jianguo, following behind the black M8.

Inside the M8, Lucy, in the passenger seat, raised an eyebrow as she looked at Ye Zhenzhen, who was driving, and said slowly:

"You're not going to say anything to him?"

Ye Zhenzhen was confused, "Say what to him?"

Lucy curled her lip, feeling quite jealous, "Another one, Ding Jianguo, was added just last night."

"Those two flight attendants, and the one who looks almost exactly like Zou Yu. Just following him like that, they definitely won't escape that stinky guy's clutches."

Ye Zhenzhen was very calm, "What's the point of saying anything? Can you resist him, or can I?"

"Uh..."

Now not only was Lucy blushing, but Zhu Zhe and Qin Shi, sitting in the back, were also blushing.

That bastard is just not human.

He's the type who is truly a beast in bed.

Saying he's like an ox would be an understatement.

It feels about the same as those evil cultivation geniuses from the Hehuan Sect or Yin-Yang Sect in cultivation novels.

He's handsome, rich, well-endowed, and has great technique.

You never know what his limit is.

Ye Zhenzhen chuckled, looking unbothered, "Alright, anyway, he's already provoked so many."

"Adding one or losing one doesn't make any difference."

"When he gets tired of it himself, it will naturally decrease."

Qin Shi's mouth twitched, "Sister Zhen, you really have a big heart."

Zhu Zhe, Ye Zhenzhen, and Li Na were the oldest among the women who came today.

Qin Shi naturally called them "Sister".

Ye Zhenzhen smiled and didn't say anything.

Meeting such a bad guy, she was also quite helpless.

However, Scum Cheng clearly didn't have time to chase girls right now.

He was on the plane looking at Zhilin Group's stock trend from last Friday.

He had previously shorted Zhilin Group with 100 million, opening the position at an average price of 9.24 and closing it at 6.12, making a profit of 33 million.

Since then, Chen Cheng had been using his "Touch of Gold" golden finger to operate on Zhilin Group and suppress its stock price.

By using leverage and overlapping long-short strategies, he was capturing price differences while accumulating more and more shares of Zhilin Group.

Over the past month or two, the shells he used to operate on Zhilin had been growing by 1.5% - 2% every trading day.

The maximum profit from shorting only approaches 100%, and will never reach 100%.

So Chen Cheng chose a long-short strategy: shorting the stock price while going long on the holding share.

At his peak, Chen Cheng held over 3% of Zhilin Group's shares.

However, he had already liquidated a portion.

Locking in profits to avoid not having money to pay back the Investment Bank.

The principal was borrowed. After the one-way shorting ended, the principal of 100 million plus the 33 million profit totaled 133 million.

He then added another layer of leverage through the Investment Bank. Having borrowed twice, it meant Chen Cheng currently still owed the Investment Bank 230 million.

However, Zhilin Group was no longer the same Zhilin Group from a few months ago.

After suffering a double blow to stocks and bonds, the Lin Qizheng family still managed to stabilize the stock price by raising funds.

However, the market value had been cut in half, with the total market capitalization temporarily stabilized at around 18 billion.

The market sentiment for Zhilin's stock had reached a point where few people were following the trend to sell at this price level.

At times like this, whether it goes up or down, the market needs a trigger to ignite it.

Chen Cheng looked at Zhilin, which had been trading sideways for nearly ten trading days, and a look of contempt appeared on his lips.

"Since I'm landing in Hong Kong Island, it wouldn't be too much to give you a little welcome gift, right?"

Chen Cheng glanced at his watch; it was 3:50.

Chen Cheng tapped on the keyboard, modifying the automated trading program used on Zhilin.

He used his cheat to check the real-time price of Zhilin stock at this time tomorrow: 5.54.

He screened the existing buy orders at that time.

He still held over 30 million shares of Zhilin Group.

Although the volume looked large, it was actually only worth about 160 million.

Chen Cheng directly entered the liquidation price on the front panel: 4.48.

This was a discount of nearly 20% from the current price.

He set the time for 3:50 tomorrow.

One day later, at 3:50, just one second later, Zhilin's stock price crashed instantly, even faster than when he had shorted it before.

Traders in the market watching Zhilin were all stunned; what happened that I don't know about?

After such a long period of public opinion fermentation and market long-short competition, the retail investors still in the market were already like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.

If it drops slowly, that's fine; retail investors will always think they are buying the dip.

But if you crash 20% right before the market closes, then I have to suspect that some news I don't know about has appeared.

In an instant, those holding the stock and those who had just placed orders to catch the chips from Chen Cheng were all dumbfounded.

They were all staring at each other, wondering, "Do I follow or not?"

"Mr. Lin, it's bad."

Lin Qizheng's secretary burst into his office, shouting, without even knocking.

Lin Qizheng frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Gulp~" The secretary swallowed hard, "The stock price, the stock price has collapsed."

"What?"

Lin Qizheng jumped up from his office chair in a startle.

He turned his head and saw the deep crater in the Zhilin stock price on the TV screen to his front left.

The Lin family young master, who always presented himself as gentle and refined, was now consumed by rage, his eyes splitting with fury.

"Who!"

"Damn it, who the hell is it!"