Chapter 182: HK$50 Million Floating Profit! The Unflappable Legend in a Tea Restaurant

At 3:30 pm, in the most luxurious Peninsula Hotel tea restaurant in Jianshazui, Lu Qingshan was elegantly cutting delicate Hong Kong‑style dim sum.

Through the floor‑to‑ceiling windows, the glittering Victoria Harbour could be seen, with a cruise ship drifting by slowly.

"Mr Lu!" Ye Ning rushed in, her BP machine still beeping wildly, "The Hang Seng Index has already fallen below 1,600 points! It's now at 1,595!"

Her voice trembled heavily, causing several Hong Kong Island businessmen in suits at the neighboring table to glance sideways.

Lu Qingshan didn't even lift an eyelid, still leisurely tasting the Mala cake: "The coconut aroma is authentic; they must have used Thai coconut milk. Miss Ye, you try some too."

"I have no mood to eat!" Ye Ning nearly burst into tears, her voice quivering, "Mr Lu, do you know what this means? Our unrealized profit has already exceeded HK$50 million! A full HK$50 million!"

HK$50 million!

The figure exploded like a bomb in the restaurant, and the guests at the next table all halted their actions, staring in shock.

A young Hong Kong Island investor even trembled so much that he couldn't steady his tea cup.

"Damn! HK$50 million?" he muttered softly, "All my assets are only HK$50,000, and I lost them all today!"

Lu Qingjun could no longer sit still, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead: "Second brother, this over‑HK$50 million unrealized profit is too thrilling! Should we go back and check? In case something unexpected happens…"

"Qingjun," Lu Qingshan set down his tea cup, his gaze as calm as a still ancient well, "Do you think our judgment today was flawed?"

"No…no problem, but it's HK$10 million!" Lu Qingjun swallowed.

"Since there's no problem, just sit back peacefully." Lu Qingshan's voice was low but filled with reassuring strength, "In life and work, the most important thing is steadiness. Having chosen this strategy today, we must see it through. Changing orders from morning to evening is the behavior of petty traders."

Ye Ning was completely stunned.

She had been a trader for over three years, had seen countless tycoons, but this was the first time she saw anyone remain so composed in the face of a ten‑million‑level unrealized profit!

"Mr Lu," her voice trembled, "What material is your heart made of? Steel?"

"Made of flesh." Lu Qingshan smiled lightly, "But after enough experience you get used to it. Money is just numbers—whether you earn or lose them. The key is to see through the essence."

At that moment, a commotion rose in the restaurant.

"Oh my! The Hang Seng Index fell again! It's 1,590!"

"My goodness! Who's short‑selling wildly? Are they trying to smash Hong Kong stocks into the ground?"

"It's over, it's over! My house mortgage‑loan was all used to buy stocks, and now it's completely lost!"

Wails rose and fell throughout the restaurant; some even began calling to borrow money, the whole atmosphere saturated with despair and panic.

But Lu Qingshan's side of the table remained unusually calm; he even had the leisure to ask the waiter, "Another pot of premium Tieguanyin, please."

The closing bell rang from the distant exchange, and Ye Ning's BP machine vibrated wildly.

She trembled as she checked the data, her face flushing instantly, her breathing becoming rapid.

"Lu…Mr Lu!" her voice quivered, "The Hang Seng closed… at 1,587 points! We… we net‑earned HK$59 million!"

HK$59 million!

The figure detonated like a nuclear bomb, and the whole restaurant fell silent instantly. Everyone stared in shock, their eyes full of disbelief.

Lu Qingjun was so excited he nearly leapt from his chair: "HK$59 million! Second brother! We really struck it rich! We'll never spend it all in this lifetime?!"

His voice rang especially loud in the quiet restaurant, so everyone heard him crystal‑clear.

A stock investor who had just been wailing widened his eyes: "What? HK$59 million? This gentleman earned HK$59 million today?"

"My heavens!" another person gasped, "Others are bleeding losses, and this gentleman is actually bleeding profits!"

"Which deity is this?"

But Lu Qingshan still sat there, his expression as indifferent as if he'd just heard the weather was nice today.

He slowly set down his tea cup and said lightly, "It's fine, we'll continue tomorrow."

"Continue tomorrow?" Ye Ning's eyes widened, "Mr Lu, aren't you going to close the position?"

"Why close the position?" Lu Qingshan retorted, a hint of unfathomable light flashing in his eyes, "The good show has only just begun; ending it now would be a pity, wouldn't it?"

The words sparked another wave of exclamations in the restaurant.

Holding a short position that earned HK$59 million overnight? That takes enormous guts and confidence!

Back at the Hilton Hotel, the entire lobby was boiling.

The news had already spread through Hong Kong Island's financial circles; reporters from major newspapers lingered at the hotel entrance, eager to interview the legendary mysterious tycoon.

"Mr Lu! Congratulations!" the hotel manager personally led a team of waiters to greet him, his smile unable to close, "Your operation today has shaken the entire Hong Kong Island! From today onward, you are our hotel's most distinguished guest!"

"Shocking?" Lu Qingshan smiled lightly, "That's an overstatement; it's just a bit of luck."

The manager, hearing this, grew even more admiring; to call a HK$59 million windfall merely luck shows a mindset that truly commands respect!

Meanwhile, in the top‑floor conference room of the Far East Chamber of Commerce headquarters, an emergency meeting was underway.

Beside the massive solid‑wood conference table, Li Fuying, Wang Qiting, and several core shareholders wore unusually solemn expressions.

"Everyone, today's Hang Seng movement fully validates Mr Lu's judgment." Li Fuying held a thick stack of trading reports, "The negotiations between the Hong Kong‑British government and the China government indeed hit a major divergence, investor confidence collapsed, triggering a chain reaction."

Wang Qiting set down his cigar, a flash of shock in his eyes, "This Lu Qingshan is certainly not an ordinary person. To anticipate this level of market shift in advance, either he has insider information or he is a genuine investment prodigy."

"I had someone analyze today's capital flows in detail," Li Fuying turned to the first page, "HSBC, Standard Chartered, Bank of East Asia—almost all major institutions set up Long Positions above 1,650 points, total scale exceeding HK$3 billion. Only Mr Lu was short‑selling, and his timing was extremely precise."

"HK$3 billion versus HK$280 million," another shareholder gasped, "The result: the big institutions were wiped out, while Mr Lu alone made a blood profit. It's literally a one‑against‑hundred myth!"

Wang Qiting stood, walked to the huge floor‑to‑ceiling window, overlooking the night‑shrouded Hong Kong Island: "Mr Li, I suggest we follow his moves."

"Follow?"

"Since Mr Lu chose to keep holding the Short Position, it shows he believes this decline is far from over." Wang Qiting turned, greed blazing in his eyes, "Our Far East Chamber of Commerce should also establish a Short Position, to take a share."

"That's what I mean as well." Li Fuying nodded, "But the scale must stay within a reasonable range; we can't go all‑in like Mr Lu. After all, we can't bear that risk."

"Then it's settled." Wang Qiting made the final decision, "After tomorrow's opening, establish a HK$100 million Short Position."