Chapter 301: Urban Card-Drawing System (7)

Xie Yang, the "thoughtful little cotton-padded jacket," has not been idle these past few days.

She changed her SIM card, consolidated the evidence she had been collecting recently, and anonymously reported the bosses behind those few stocks.

The Banking Regulatory Commission intervened to investigate.

Those bosses had just crawled out of their beds of pleasure and were furiously about to hire people to investigate exactly who had moved their cheese.

Little did they expect to first be photographed by reporters in compromising positions at a club; fearing their company stocks would plummet, they were busy scrubbing trending searches while simultaneously dealing with wives demanding divorces and property settlements.

Just as they were overwhelmed, the Banking Regulatory Commission showed up at their doors.

These people were truly unable to withstand scrutiny; there were piles of temporary accounts behind them, and they either didn't trade, or if they did, they only traded these few stocks.

Digging deeper, good heavens!

Never mind the tax issues of these bosses' respective companies; just looking at the private equity stocks they were trading, these weren't ordinary stocks at all—they were clearly gu insects they had been raising!

Once fattened up, they would slaughter them once!

After slaughtering them, they would continue to raise them!

Not only that, but they were also suspected of fraud!

They hired finance graduates from ordinary universities, made them pose as gold-medal lecturers returned from overseas, and formed groups to give lectures and spread all sorts of false information.

They turned these few stocks into blue-chip stocks that were supposedly peerless, luring in batch after batch of new and old retail investors.

From start to finish, they had already raked in up to tens of billions in profits for this group of greedy parasites.

As for the hired traders, those who were timid and wanted to terminate their contracts after working for a time were threatened with their futures and the safety of their families; some were even hired to stage accidents like car crashes, drownings, or falls while hiking...

In short, once you boarded their pirate ship, there was no getting off.

These ugly crimes were no longer within the sole jurisdiction of the Banking Regulatory Commission; the Public Security Bureau and the Procuratorate also intervened one after another.

Besides these bosses behind the scenes, every investor who had bought or sold these stocks was also secretly investigated.

However, Xie Qidong had no connection whatsoever with those bosses; his securities account had been registered over twenty years ago while he was still in university. He was a stock-trading expert in his early days, but later, busy with his career, he hadn't touched the stock market for many years.

This time was purely a whim; he happened to have some funds on hand, entered the market for a wave of short-term trading, and then withdrew to continue focusing on his career.

There were no abnormalities in the data from any aspect, and with the protection of "Good Luck Streak," the Banking Regulatory Commission ended its investigation into him without Xie Qidong's knowledge, subsequently intensifying their thorough investigation into those bosses, including the owners of accounts that had large capital flows with them.

Feng Xuanxuan's eldest cousin, Feng Zhiyuan, was taken away by a police car and detained for a few days.

He was a trader hired by those bosses, but he hadn't been in that circle for long and had only operated twice in total.

The Feng Family hired one of the best gold-medal lawyers in the industry to defend him, seizing on the point that "his family's safety was threatened and he had no choice," and managed to portray him as a victim.

Under the Feng Family's maneuvering, Feng Zhiyuan was ultimately only sentenced to a fine and did not suffer any major punishment.

But Fu Lao Ye Zi cared about his reputation; his eldest grandson, a high-achieving student he was proud of, had gone to the station and been fined a large sum of money.

The key was that these things would be recorded in his file and follow Feng Zhiyuan from now on, so how could he have a pleasant expression?

Not only that, but the old man had also secretly lost a lot of wealth.

Feng Zhiyuan had wanted to use this opportunity to help the Feng Family make some extra money, make the old man value him, and eventually name him as the heir. However, as a trader, he was searched before entering the trading room; personal electronic devices were absolutely forbidden, and even if he smuggled one in, he couldn't log into personal accounts.

Therefore, his own money, as well as the large sums of capital Fu Lao Ye Zi had secretly transferred to him, were handled through several transfers by a university friend he trusted most.

And he had to wait for the bosses to close the net before he could leave the trading room.

As a result, when he discovered the trend of these stocks was wrong halfway through, he couldn't contact his friend at all, leading to the Feng Family not only failing to earn extra money but also losing fifty million.

Fortunately, Feng Zhiyuan wasn't very bold and was afraid that a large amount of capital would attract the attention of those bosses, so he didn't dare to invest too much, otherwise, he would have lost even more.

And of this fifty million, forty-eight million was money Fu Lao Ye Zi had paid out.

The Feng Family hadn't been in their new line of business for long; previously, relying solely on home textiles, the profits weren't as large as they were now.

In the few years since switching industries, they had been expanding operations and adding investments, so despite the old man's glorious appearance on the surface, the actual cash he could mobilize was truly not much, and forty-eight million was trapped in the stock market.

Before the next wave of company dividends arrived, he was so poor he couldn't even scrape together one million.

Moreover, the Feng Family hadn't split the family assets yet; the money in the old man's hands could be said to be the money of everyone in the Feng Family.

Upon learning that forty-eight million had been lost in the stock market, all three branches of the family, except for the eldest branch, were so angry they could spit blood.

"Dad! How could you secretly give Zhiyuan so much money? Although he studied finance, he just graduated, what does he know about investment! Now look! Not only is it embarrassing, but you lost so much in one go!"

"Dad, don't take it the wrong way, although we are one family, even brothers settle accounts clearly! Besides, Zhiyuan is just a nephew; I needed money and you didn't approve it, yet you gave Zhiyuan so much. What? Have you decided he's the next head of our family?"

"Let's just split the family!"

I don't know who started shouting "split the family," but it angered the old man, whose expression was already ugly, straight into the hospital.

Feng Xuanxuan returned from the hospital with her parents, her brows tightly furrowed the whole time.

She didn't agree to splitting the family; the family members all doted on her, and if the family split, would this doting still exist?

Furthermore, without splitting the family, she could find a husband's family that was a match for the Feng Family, or even try to aim for the Fu Family.

Once the family split, it would be fine if her father was chosen as the heir, but with an eldest uncle above and a youngest uncle below, the possibility of her father being chosen as the heir was extremely slim; then would she still have any hope of marrying Fu Ziheng?

The more Feng Xuanxuan thought about it, the more depressed she became; how could her eldest cousin's investment have failed?

She had originally wanted to trick Xie Yang into entering the market to lose some money, but Xie Yang didn't listen to her, and her own family had lost a complete mess instead.

Thinking of Xie Yang, she naturally remembered the pendant she hadn't gotten yet, and an unwilling Feng Xuanxuan came to the Xie Family again to make her presence felt.

However, this time, not only could the car not enter the residential compound, but she couldn't enter either.

The security guard at the compound stopped her, saying the owner of Building 6 had gone out and there was no one home.

Feng Xuanxuan didn't believe it, but Xie Yang still hadn't taken her off the blacklist, she couldn't reach her by phone, and when she tried calling from her driver's phone, no one answered.

Feng Xuanxuan had nowhere to vent her anger, and after a standoff with the security guard for a while, she had to get back in the car and leave.

Xie Yang was indeed not at home.

Xie's father's financial luck had been very strong recently, so he hadn't been home for two days before flying abroad to discuss business again.

With nothing to do, she simply took Wu Jie along to inspect the residences and shops under her name.