Chapter 1115

Zhou Andong raised his eyebrows: "What happened?"

Tang Lin explained the process in detail: "Zhang You and the others were just released and immediately contacted me. If this matter isn't handled well, Song Mao will really be planted there."

Zhou Andong knew that Zhang You and the others going to the Fan family's territory to grab food wouldn't go smoothly, so his support in terms of funds had no upper limit.

Because rare earths are related to a country's technological development lifeline and are also a sharp sword to restrain the US and Western countries in the future. Laying out the layout at this time means the price paid is the smallest.

But he never dreamed that those little cubs of the Fan family would act with such a lack of bottom line, and in order to achieve their goals, they could actually do such heinous things. Clearly, the hands of this gang of trash were stained with the blood of ordinary people.

"Song Mao is indeed in danger." Zhou Andong took out a cigarette from his pocket: "This is wanting to step on Song Mao's corpse to forcibly press down Zhang You and the others' heads."

Tang Lin's voice was low: "I'm not familiar with Song Mao, but this is those dog cubs of the Fan family declaring war on us in the capital. Zhang You and the others' heads have been pressed down, and I don't have any face either."

"Click!" Yuan Wanqi's secretary hadn't left yet. She found a lighter from somewhere and lit the cigarette for Zhou Andong.

Zhou Andong nodded to express his gratitude: "Where are you now?"

"In Beijing!" Tang Lin said: "Number 12 The Bund has been negotiated, and I was preparing to go to Yangcheng to find you, but I was tied up by things. By the time I handled my affairs here, you had run off to Xiangjiang."

"So, I'm preparing to go to Shanghai again to talk about Numbers 3 and 4 The Bund, as well as a few old villas with great historical value. I feel that those old villas will have great appreciation space in the future."

"Don't go yet. Apart from us, no one will buy Numbers 3 and 4 The Bund and those old villas. It doesn't matter if you wait to talk about them later."

After speaking, Zhou Andong pondered for a moment: "You contact Zhang You and mobilize all relationships. I need the information of the main leaders in Ganzhou, including their tenure over the past few years."

"Zhang You's relationships are all in the military, and it's not very convenient for them to be in Ganzhou. I'll handle it!"

Then, Tang Lin asked again: "When are you coming back?"

"There are still some things here in Xiangjiang. I'll go back after handling them, in these two or three days." Zhou Andong took the cigarette from his mouth into his hand: "You tell Zhang You and the others not to move around, wait until I go over before saying anything."

Tang Lin said: "I'm going to Ganzhou too. Let's meet there."

"Good!" Zhou Andong hung up the phone and turned to walk back.

"What happened?" Jian Qiu was stunned when she saw Zhou Andong: "Your face is as black as the bottom of a pot."

"It's Song Mao." Zhou Andong told Jian Qiu about the matter again.

Jian Qiu's face immediately turned cold: "If this matter was done by those juniors of the Fan family, then they are truly worse than beasts."

"Whether it was done by them is just a guess." Zhou Andong turned to find an ashtray and pressed the cigarette butt into it: "However, wanting to pin this case on Song Mao's head is unforgivable."

Jian Qiu pondered and said: "Ganjiang Province is their territory. Since they dare to do this, they must have made full preparations. I reckon that just in this one night, they have made all the evidence complete and turned this rape and murder case into an ironclad case."

"Therefore, if we want to save Song Mao, we must absolutely not follow their rhythm. We have to jump out of this circle they've drawn."

Zhou Andong looked at Jian Qiu: "And then?"

Jian Qiu hugged her arms and paced back and forth. Zhou Andong pulled over a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.

Yuan Wanqi brewed two cups of coffee and placed them on a side table: "The market is about to open, I'm going to get busy."

Zhou Andong waved his hand, and Yuan Wanqi turned and left.

After a long while, Jian Qiu stopped pacing and looked down at Zhou Andong slightly.

"Light a fire in Ganzhou to roast the Fan family's butt."

Zhou Andong smiled: "Who will light this fire? This person isn't easy to find. Not only must they be bold, but their weight must be sufficient, and most importantly, their hands must be clean, and they must not be someone who pees in the same pot as the Fan family."

"Even mud can grow a lotus; how do you know there isn't an eagle hiding in the snake and rat's nest?"

Jian Qiu stood up straight, walked behind Zhou Andong, and massaged his shoulders with both hands.

"Our country has never lacked righteous people. Investigate the information of the main leaders in Ganzhou, and we will definitely be able to find the person to light the fire."

"Our thoughts are the same." Zhou Andong grabbed Jian Qiu's hand: "The publicity for the listing of Rising Sun, as well as the cooperation with Miss He's shipping company, are all left to you."

"Don't worry." Jian Qiu tightened her grip on Zhou Andong's hand: "You also have to be careful. Those juniors of the Fan family are so insane. If they know you've gone to Ganzhou, they might be detrimental to you. Especially Tong Huaiyu; he has always held a grudge against you."

"I won't show my face." Zhou Andong said: "However, I need Wanqi to go with me. Even if we find the person to light the fire, without benefits, why would people help us set a fire?"

"Okay!" Jian Qiu nodded: "After the white sugar futures matter ends, you go back. The longer it takes, the more unfavorable it will be for Song Mao."

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The white sugar market surged as soon as it opened, which made Yuan Wanqi frown.

Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu entered. Seeing Yuan Wanqi's appearance, they asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

"Not quite right!" Yuan Wanqi said: "According to my analysis, it should keep falling starting today, and it wouldn't pull up until twenty minutes before the market closed at noon, so that we could trap the first batch of retail investors."

"Boss, what should we do now?" A young man sat in a chair, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.

Another girl said in a deep voice: "I suspect that the other side's market maker followed us to wash the market yesterday to confuse us. In fact, they were raising funds, intending to force a short squeeze and eat us up."

Wu Hongkang became nervous as soon as he heard this: "What is a short squeeze?"

Yuan Wanqi said with a solemn face: "Literally, it means forcing the short side to buy. It means the long side continuously pulls up the price to force the short side to close their positions."

"Because in futures, when it rises to a certain level, the short side will be forced to close their positions. Borrowing it to the stock market, it is used to describe stock prices continuously rising, making the short side unable to buy in at a price lower than their selling price, and they have to chase the rise at a high level."

"That is to say, the long side is pulling up rapidly, not giving us a chance to build positions, forcing us to build positions at a high level, reducing the price difference income."

"Just like the current market, the rise is so rapid that we don't have a chance to build short positions. And if we build positions, we might face adjustments, and the possibility of flipping from short to long increases."

After speaking, Yuan Wanqi grabbed the phone and dialed Singapore, to Guo Tangwang's office.