Chapter 191: Zhuo Wenyuan Caught in a Bind

Zhuo Wenyuan wearily leaned back in the VIP room's office chair, letting out a long sigh. He felt his heart was very tired.

Thinking back, when he collaborated on stock trading with Yexin, Huang BaiMing, and Zhao Feiyang, it was so pleasant! Whenever he gave an order, whether to sell or buy stocks, everyone would carry it out without hesitation. Even if there were occasional disagreements, they would ultimately follow the advice of this experienced expert.

Now, bringing along Zhang Jun and Zhang Peng, these two novices just starting out, he felt everything was going wrong. Whenever they needed to make a trade, these two, especially Zhang Jun, would always act self-righteously and oppose him.

As a professional with rich stock market experience, Zhuo Wenyuan had dealt with all kinds of clients. But someone like Zhang Jun, who is clearly unskilled yet refuses advice, he had never seen before.

Watching the share price of Little Goose Shares being quickly driven down by others, Zhuo Wenyuan secretly groaned in distress.

If this trend continued, they wouldn't even talk about profit; not losing money would already be good.

Moreover, to help Zhang Jun's two brothers raise the share price, Zhuo Wenyuan used company funds to buy four million shares, and now he holds more Little Goose Shares than the Zhang brothers.

Seeing the share price already fall back to 18.5, Zhuo Wenyuan felt his heart bleeding.

At this point, he could only silently pray, hoping that someone optimistic about Little Goose Shares would step forward to rescue him.

However, before anyone came to rescue the market, Zhang Jun rapidly hammered the keyboard to sell stocks. While selling, he cursed: "This stock is really damned; every time it's about to hit the limit up, some clueless beast comes to stir trouble, just can't stand seeing me make money. Damn it, hurry up and sell it for me. Out of sight, out of mind!"

As soon as Zhang Jun made a move, Little Goose Shares' price fell again, from 18.5 down to 17.5. Angry, he slammed the table and shouted.

"Damn it, how did it drop so fast? Where did all the buyers go!"

Zhuo Wenyuan sighed and advised Zhang Jun: "Manager Zhang, they just sold two million shares, and you followed with another million; the investors' panic is surely stirred up. Now that they aren't frantically fleeing, for us that's the best outcome."

"What should I do? I still have over two million shares; even if I don't make a profit, I can't let myself be trapped!" Zhang Jun, at a loss, could only turn to Zhuo Wenyuan again: "Manager Zhuo, why not raise the share price again?"

Zhuo Wenyuan was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. "So your money is money, but the company's money isn't, right?"

He tried to speak calmly to Zhang Jun: "Manager Zhang, I think you should calm down now. Wait for the market's reaction before making further decisions."

"The share price has fallen like this—how can I stay calm? Hurry up and help us raise the share price!" Zhang Jun continued urging Zhuo Wenyuan.

"Manager Zhang, sorry, our company has a strict control system. The situation with Little Goose Shares isn't suitable for increasing investment now; if you want to raise the share price, you can buy back the shares you just sold."

Zhang Jun gave him a blatant eye-roll. "I finally managed to sell, and now you want me to buy back—do you think I'm sick?"

Zhuo Wenyuan analyzed for him: "Manager Zhang, you sold one million shares at 18.5, and now buying back at 17.5 still yields a profit of one."

Zhang Jun thought it over; it seemed reasonable. But looking at Little Goose Shares' lethargic chart, he hesitated again: "No, what if I buy in and the stock doesn't rise? That would just trap me deeper. And since there's a one-dollar profit, why don't you buy?"

Zhuo Wenyuan really wanted to give him a slap. If he only had to handle his own four million shares, he would definitely buy another million to lower the cost. The problem is, he's doing this for the Zhang brothers as a dowry; the more he buys, the greater the risk.

"Manager Zhang, our company has already invested seventy-four million to help you raise the price—that's already sincere. If you don't heed my advice, buying when you shouldn't and selling when you shouldn't, you'll have to bear the cost yourself."

Zhang Jun's face instantly turned ferocious. He walked up to Zhuo Wenyuan, lowered his voice, and threatened: "Surname Zhuo, if you dare make me lose money, watch out—I'll expose your dirty deeds and make it impossible for you to get by in Xingcheng."

"Manager Zhang, what do you mean by that?" Zhuo Wenyuan's face instantly tensed, and he stared wide-eyed at Zhang Jun.

"Hehe..." Zhang Jun wore a wicked grin: "Manager Zhuo, you won't so quickly forget that night of frolicking with that beautiful woman from Heaven and Mortal World, will you?"

Zhuo Wenyuan instantly fell silent, fists clenched tight, wishing he could give this vile, shameless scoundrel a combo punch right then.

Zhang Jun added: "Forgetting is no problem; I've already had someone record your lovely memories. Whenever Manager Zhuo needs it, I can copy a copy for you and your colleagues."

Zhuo Wenyuan's face turned livid with anger. He had thought Yexin had found him a quality client, but instead it turned out to be a vile, shameless, lowlife scoundrel.

"Alright, I'll have the company buy another batch of shares." Zhuo Wenyuan weighed it over and over, seeing no choice but to comply. If Zhang Jun really released the recording, it would destroy not only his hard-won future but also his family built over many years.

"Manager Zhuo really is a smart person; I just like dealing with smart folks." Zhang Jun happily patted Zhuo Wenyuan's shoulder, then returned to his seat, ready to wait for the share price to rise before selling his remaining shares.

Zhuo Wenyuan sighed, picked up his phone, and issued a new buy order to his subordinates. Not long after he hung up, Little Goose Shares' price surged quickly.

This time Zhang Jun wasn't greedy; as soon as the share price exceeded twenty, he immediately sold all his shares.

They had bought 3,033,500 shares at 18 each; after selling, their total assets became 58,440,000. In two days they earned 8,440,000.

At this rate, they could recoup the money lost on buying land in just two months!

This feeling is damn awesome!

"Manager Zhuo, pleasant cooperation!" Zhang Jun happily shook Zhuo Wenyuan's hand, smiling as he said: "How about we go paint the town at Heaven and Mortal World again tonight?"

"Manager Zhang, could you give me what's in your hand?" Zhuo Wenyuan no longer had the mood to go to Heaven and Mortal World. He cared more about the video in Zhang Jun's hand—it was a time bomb that could blow him to bits at any moment.

"Manager Zhuo, as long as you obediently help us make money, forget the video—I could even give you three palaces and six courtyards if you wanted." Zhang Jun gave a satisfied grin. Seeing Zhuo Wenyuan insist on not going with him, he called Zhang Peng and together they left the VIP room of East River Securities.

Zhuo Wenyuan watched them leave, then collapsed helplessly to the floor.