Chapter 180: After Placing a Sky‑High Bet, Lu Qingshan Leads a Team Through Jianshazui

In the conference room of the Far East Chamber of Commerce, Li Fuying and Wang Qiting were looking out through the floor‑to‑ceiling windows at the scenery of Victoria Harbor.

"Mr. Li, what is Mr. Lu doing now?" Wang Qiting lifted his teacup, but his gaze never left the window.

Li Fuying was about to answer when the secretary pushed the door open, a strange expression on his face: "Chairman Li, we just received a call from the Far East Exchange, Mr. Lu… he has left."

"He left?" Li Fuying frowned, "Where did he go?"

"Apparently… he went to the business district to shop," the secretary said, sounding clearly puzzled. "Manager Huang said on the phone that Mr. Lu asked Miss Ye where was good for shopping, and then he actually left with his people."

Wang Qiting's teacup nearly slipped from his hand, hot tea splashing a few drops onto the table: "Shopping? With fifty‑six million capital in the market, he goes shopping? What kind of divine move is that?"

The secretary added, "What's stranger is that Mr. Lu was unusually calm when he left, saying something like, 'Whether it rises or falls, it makes no difference whether I'm here or not.' Everyone in the Trading Room was stunned. I heard those two traders almost cried, kept asking whether to close their positions."

"Close positions?" Li Fuying raised his eyebrows, "What did he say?"

"Mr. Lu said, 'Hold on, anyone who dares to touch my orders can go to hell.'" The secretary mimicked Lu Qingshan's tone, "Then he walked away without looking back. Now the whole Far East Exchange is buzzing about it, saying they've never seen a boss like this."

Li Fuying was stunned for a few seconds, then burst into a hearty laugh: "Interesting! Truly interesting! This Lu Qingshan really isn't an ordinary person! I've lived over fifty years and have never seen this kind of play!"

"Mr. Li, aren't you worried?" Wang Qiting set down his teacup, his brows knit, "What if something unexpected happens in the market…"

"Worried about what?" Li Fuying's eyes flashed with admiration as he walked to the window, "Someone who chooses to shop at a time like this is either a lunatic or completely confident. I believe Lu Qingshan is not a lunatic."

Wang Qiting stood up and walked to Li Fuying's side: "That kind of mental quality truly isn't something ordinary people have. But Mr. Li, could it be that he's a newborn calf unafraid of tigers? After all, he's a young man."

"No," Li Fuying shook his head, "Didn't you see his look yesterday? That wasn't youthful impulsiveness; it was the wisdom of seeing through everything. This man has a secret, a huge secret."

"What if his prediction is actually correct?" Wang Qiting suddenly asked.

"Then the Far East Chamber of Commerce would have struck gold," Li Fuying turned to face Wang Qiting, "Old Wang, I have a feeling the Hong Kong Island financial world will change today."

On the other side, on a commercial street in Jianshazui, Lu Qingshan strolled leisurely, followed by four black‑clad bodyguards. The group stood out in the crowd, and many passersby couldn't help glancing repeatedly.

"Mr. Lu, do you… are you really not worried about the market situation?" Ye Ning asked as she walked, her voice clearly nervous. Her steps were a little unsteady, and she kept glancing back toward the Far East Exchange.

Lu Qingshan stopped in front of a small stall selling Hong Kong‑style baked pastries and said to the owner, "Two baked pastries, please." Then he turned to Ye Ning, "Miss Ye, after all these years as a trader, what do you think is most important in the stock market?"

"Technical analysis? Capital management?" Ye Ning said uncertainly, her mind still on the situation in the Trading Room.

"Neither," Lu Qingshan took the steaming pastry, took a bite, "The most important thing is mindset. The market is always there; rises and falls each have their internal logic. A true master isn't someone who watches the screen every second, but someone who can make the right judgment at critical moments."

He handed another pastry to Lu Qingjun, "Look at this owner: every day he sells pastries here, never closing shop just because yesterday was good, nor stopping because yesterday was bad. Why? Because he knows that business requires a lasting mindset, not a fleeting gain or loss."

Ye Ning listened intently; she had never considered this perspective before.

Lu Qingjun took the pastry, murmuring softly, "Second brother, your heart is too big. My palms are sweating, and you still have the mood to eat pastries."

"What are you nervous about?" Lu Qingshan laughed, patting his younger brother's shoulder, "Qingjun, when have you ever seen your second brother make a losing trade?"

"That may be so, but it's over fifty million!" Lu Qingjun lowered his voice, "If we lose that, we'll have to jump into the Pearl River!"

"Jump which Pearl River? This is Victoria Harbor," Lu Qingshan corrected, "Besides, who said we have to lose?"

"Second brother, stop pretending!" Lu Qingjun was on the verge of crying, "I just saw several men in suits pointing at the Exchange entrance, they must be talking about us!"

"Talk all they want, it won't cost them a piece of meat," Lu Qingshan was unfazed, "Qingjun, why is your courage getting smaller?"

From afar, the opening bell rang, and the Hong Kong Island stock market officially began a new day of trading. Ye Ning reflexively glanced at her watch, her heart racing.

"Opening," she said, her voice trembling.

"Yes, opening," Lu Qingshan continued eating the pastry slowly, "Want to go take a look?"

"No… do we have to?" Ye Ning could hardly believe, "Fifty‑six million capital…"

"Don't worry, we can't run away," Lu Qingshan pointed to a tea restaurant ahead, "Let's go sit there, have a cup of tea, and see how today's Hong Kong Island investors react."

At that moment, a middle‑aged man in a branded suit rushed by, holding a mobile phone, shouting as he walked, "Quick! Quick! The Hang Seng opened down ten points! All our long positions are trapped!"

Ye Ning's face turned pale the instant she heard it. Yet Lu Qingshan remained unflustered, even glancing at the man's back, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Lu, did you hear that?" Ye Ning's voice trembled.

"Heard it," Lu Qingshan said lightly, "Looks like today's good show has begun."

The street crowd remained bustling, shops echoed with various hawkers' cries, everything seemed ordinary.

Passersby had no idea that the young man leisurely eating pastries in front of them had just placed a sky‑high bet in the stock market.

Only Lu Qingshan knew that the Hong Kong Island stock market was currently undergoing the prelude to an unprecedented financial quake, the "August One Stock Disaster".

And he was the trigger of that quake.

But for now, he just wanted to enjoy this rare moment of calm.

After all, the real show is still to come.