area51novel Chapter 399 Cao Yunji's Frustration
Chapter 399 Cao Yunji's Frustration
He let out a long, weary breath, as if he had just survived a disaster, but there was no relief in his breath, only frustration and helplessness after being completely disrupted.
"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, pressing his knuckles hard against his throbbing temples.
All day long, he felt like he was being relentlessly bitten on the back of the leg by some unknown bastard who was like a mad dog!
The other party doesn't care about costs or profit and loss logic at all. They're like a stubborn, unyielding plaster, clinging tightly to every single one of his sell orders!
This aggressive trading style caused his short-selling costs to skyrocket!
His carefully planned script was to spread panic (fake news), trigger a stampede of retail investors selling off their shares, and then buy back the shares at a low price to make a profit and leave the market.
The panic of retail investors should have been the sharpest sickle in his hand.
But this time... this crazy person who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and doesn't play by the rules!
Not only did they sever the "line" that guided the market, but they also used his strategy to turn the panic of retail investors into a stone that would fall on him!
"If I don't shake off this madman as soon as possible, forget about accumulating shares at low prices. This whole thing might be a complete waste, or even result in a loss!" This thought gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
The prestigious reputation of professional managers, the trust of investors, and the tempting profit sharing... everything is hanging on the edge of a precipice.
Looking around, those usually calm and collected, domineering bigwigs now had faces ashen, like the bottom of a pot.
Some people irritably loosened their ties, some gulped down expensive red wine like water but couldn't taste it, and others stared intently at the glaring hour line on the screen, their eyes so gloomy they could drip water.
A silent reproach filled the air, weighing heavily on Cao Yunji's shoulders.
Dinner time has arrived, but almost no one has touched their chopsticks at the long table.
The sumptuous dishes exuded an enticing aroma, yet failed to whet anyone's appetite.
The bigwigs silently rose and walked heavily back to their respective luxury suites that had been prepared for them upstairs.
Many of them brought young and beautiful female companions to "relieve boredom" in order to cope with this expected short but intense "battle".
At that moment, some deliberately unrestrained sounds, attempting to release stress and irritability, soon came from the well-insulated rooms of the villa.
Only Cao Yunji remained alone in the empty, messy hall.
He didn't bring a female companion—he arrogantly believed that this time, like before, it would be a brilliant blitzkrieg, quick and decisive.
Now, immense pressure, frustration, and unvented pent-up anger are clinging to him like poisonous ivy.
He irritably unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
Outside the window was the beautiful night view of Jiangning, with lights from thousands of homes, but they couldn't illuminate his gloomy heart.
A beautiful figure uncontrollably surfaced in his chaotic mind—Song Yunxia, the student he had long coveted and thought he was about to win over.
"Ugh... I'm so incredibly unlucky!"
Cao Yunji slammed his fist hard against the cold glass, making a dull thud: "I told you those old guys chose the wrong time... but they wouldn't listen!"
He imagined that if it weren't for this damned sniper attack, he would have already been embracing Song Yunxia's alluring waist and making love in a five-star hotel suite these past few days, instead of ending up like this...
He scratched his hair in frustration and let out a low growl of resentment.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.
Inside the Jinling Normal School dormitory, Song Yunxia, who had just finished class, was holding a bouquet of vibrant red roses with a puzzled expression.
A delicate card was tucked into the bouquet, bearing the same signature that still baffled her: Ki Woo-ho.
"Who is this...?" she murmured to herself, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the delicate petals.
This is the Nth consecutive day I've received roses signed "Ki Yu-hao"! No phone calls, no text messages, no way to contact him.
The flowers, delivered without fail every day on time, are like a silent and mysterious ritual.
Song Yunxia put the flowers in a vase and placed it in a prominent position in the dormitory.
Looking at the vibrant red, besides her doubts, she also felt a secret sense of pride and curiosity.
"A single bouquet costs several hundred yuan. Sending them every day like this, are they just wasting money?" she muttered, but a small smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
This feeling of being showered with affection by a mysterious suitor, though inexplicable, is... not so bad?
She couldn't help but recall Cao Yunji's seemingly considerate but actually purposeful invitation to "book a room" a few days ago, and felt a surge of relief.
"Tsk!!!" Song Yunxia tidied her hair in front of the mirror, looking at her beautiful face. A sly glint and a sense of superiority flashed in her eyes: "It's a good thing I didn't agree to that guy... Look, an even better 'opportunity' seems to have been delivered to my doorstep?"
Although she still doesn't know who this "Ji Yuhao" is, this continuous and unrequited "investment" is clearly more likely to stir her heartstrings than Cao Yunji's impatient and greasy attitude.
She decided to keep a close eye on the flower delivery guy tomorrow, hoping to get some information out of him...
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The trading room fell silent, and Shen Jun and Yang Bin's weary figures disappeared outside the door.
Ye Fan did not leave immediately.
He returned to his office and sat down in the large chair.
Outside the window, the setting sun over Nanjing was slowly sinking below the horizon, dyeing the sky a brilliant golden-red and giving the cold glass curtain wall a warm hue.
He was the only one left in the office, with only the "swish swish" sound effects of Fruit Ninja on his phone echoing in the empty space, bringing a strange sense of relaxation after taking control of the situation.
The instant his fingertip swiped across the screen, slicing open a bunch of virtual grapes—
"Ring ring..." A pleasant but slightly abrupt cell phone ring broke the silence.
Ye Fan glanced at the screen—Chen Chulin.
A knowing smile played on his lips as he answered the phone, his voice laced with a hint of languor and teasing: "What's up? Missing me?"
The girl's clear, slightly coquettish voice immediately came through the receiver: "Yes! You haven't contacted me for days!"
The last syllable was drawn out slightly, like a feather gently brushing against the tip of the heart.
Ye Fan chuckled, his gaze sweeping across the deepening twilight outside the window. His words were direct and forceful, brooking no argument: "That's perfect. Bring a change of clothes and head to the Hilton Hotel."
The detail of "change of clothes" hints at the upcoming arrangements.
"Huh? Now?" Chen Chulin's voice betrayed a hint of surprise and haste. "I just finished class! If I rush there now, it'll take at least an hour by subway and taxi!"