Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 665 - 287: Trap within a Trap, God Lie is Awesome!_2

Old Gao was suddenly invigorated.

"Yo, Teacher Han, it looks like someone has contacted you... How's it looking? Any promising leads? Any work for your buddies?"

Hooked!

Han Lie smiled faintly and said evasively, "I'm not quite sure about the specifics yet, but it seems a few firms are interested in setting up collective trusts. I reckon when the time comes, we'll certainly need a professional sales team. I'm not equipped to earn that kind of money myself; it really requires reliable teams from major brokerages like yours. So, I wanted to give you a heads-up—if you're interested in getting involved, you might want to start preparing in advance..."

"Oh my, oh my!"

Old Gao hastily thanked Han Lie. "Teacher Han, you're far too kind! To be friends with you... it's as if smoke is rising from my ancestors' graves!"

He spoke passionately, but Han Lie didn't believe a word.

Previously, at Gu Yong's celebration banquet, Old Gao had watched Han Lie about to step on a landmine without making a peep. That was when Han Lie had clearly seen what kind of man he was.

—Not worthy of the slightest personal trust.

If it's business, one can collaborate with confidence as long as it's mutually beneficial.

If it's personal, or if the benefits aren't balanced, ignoring him is the best course of action.

Getting angry is unnecessary; there are simply too many people like this in the financial world. Dealing with them is the norm, and you get used to it.

If you truly can't stomach it and can't get used to it—would picking someone who looks tough enough and, say, taking them out, cleanly and efficiently, make you feel better?

Han Lie thought that, yes, it most likely would.

Don't misunderstand; it's mainly to serve as a warning to those who don't know their place.

Everyone in the entire school knows that I, God Lie, have always been magnanimous!

The idea of retaliating just to vent anger? Absolutely not.

"Alright then, I'll offer my advance congratulations for General Manager Gao's resounding success! Goodbye, talk soon."

Han Lie exchanged a few more pleasantries and hung up the phone.

Gazing at the screen where the stock index had finally plummeted below the 2,000-point mark, he smiled faintly and got back to work.

After the market opened, while Han Lie was quietly observing Jiao Fangyan's methods of building a position, Gao Diaomao suddenly called.

Han Lie rejected the incoming call and continued to focus on the market.

Once the 2,000-point threshold was breached, the entire small and medium-cap market plunged as if the floodgates of the Three Gorges Dam had burst open, cascading downwards.

It wasn't quite a three-thousand-foot drop, but the panic selling was clearly intensifying.

"Let it out!"

At Han Lie's command, Jiao Fangyan recklessly dumped the nearly 50 million RMB worth of shares she held.

Of course, this dumping was executed skillfully.

For instance, when a stock price dropped to a critical level and buy orders began to appear below, smashing down two or three irregular large sell orders could immediately reveal whether those buy orders were genuine.

For stocks where major players were discreetly accumulating shares, one large sell order wouldn't be able to push the price down through several ticks.

The system Han Lie used showed a ten-tick depth of market. Normally, this wasn't very useful. However, in special circumstances—like now—major players, unable to arrange their positions more thoroughly in time, might only place a few inconspicuous buy orders just below critical price levels. This would reveal their hand.

For example, within five price ticks on the order book, there would only be small orders of 17 shares, 28 shares, or 55 shares.

Once the critical price level was breached, one or two conspicuous medium-sized buy orders for 200 or 300 shares would appear ten ticks down. After these were filled, more would be added below them. Consequently, despite many sellers, the stock price wouldn't plummet dramatically.

It would dip, then rise, seesawing back and forth, subtly maintaining a "declining but not breaking" pattern on the K-line chart.

In that case, there was no doubt a sizable fund accumulating shares.

—Of course, one shouldn't be dogmatic. This experience is only applicable during the special window at the end of a steep decline, just as the market is about to stabilize.

In normal volatile markets, cheap shares aren't so plentiful. A competent major player might even use a downturn as an opportunity to offload their holdings. Anyone looking to capitalize on this must be extremely discerning.

Throughout the morning, Jiao Fangyan's selling pushed five stocks to their limit down, caused four to drop by 7%, and two by 5%. Ultimately, only four stocks she targeted remained with losses within 3%.

Over three days, by deploying nearly 50 million RMB in capital, she had incurred a temporary loss approaching 6%, or around 3 million RMB.

For the four stocks that resisted heavy selling pressure, Jiao Fangyan established initial positions in all of them.

Ultimately, she held 80 million RMB in stocks, with a floating loss of 3.35 million RMB.

During the midday market break, Gao Diaomao, whose calls Han Lie had rejected twice in a row, dialed his mobile again. He started with an apology.

"Ah, Teacher Han, I'm terribly sorry! I'm just an uncultured layman; I completely forgot you're especially busy when the market is open. I didn't disturb you this morning, did I?"

"It's no big deal," Han Lie said with a smile, getting straight to the point. "What's up, General Manager Gao?"

"That's good, that's good!" Gao Diaomao exchanged a few more pleasantries before cautiously asking, "It's like this: CITIC's asset management team contacted me. They asked if I had any plans to issue collective products for rapid financing. I didn't give them a direct answer... Teacher Han, have you, by any chance, been spreading rumors that my company's qualifications aren't up to par?"

Han Lie frowned immediately, his tone laced with impatience. "What are you implying, General Manager Gao?! My reputation is paramount in business! I'm sorry, I have something else to attend to. I'm hanging up!"

In the chairman's office, Gao Diaomao stared at his phone, which was still recording. The screen displayed "Call ended."

After a moment of silence, his expression turned extremely dark.

Gao Diaomao remembered the events that had occurred after he woke up at his son's house last weekend.

It was a bright and sunny morning.

Bai Yuqiu, dressed in home clothes and humming a tune, seemed in a very good mood as she personally ironed suits for the father and son.