Chapter 237: Retreat to Advance! Lu Qingshan

"Ye Ning, you must understand a principle: on the stock‑market battlefield, sometimes retreat demands more wisdom than attack." Lu Qing Shan's voice grew heavier, bearing a seasoned maturity, each word echoing from deep time, "Wilson and his crew think they're clever, think they can crush us with capital advantage. But they don't know we have been preparing for this day for a long time. This war began the moment the Chinese Chamber of Commerce was founded."

A flash of recollection crossed his eyes, as if he saw something others could not. It was a deep gaze that seemed able to pierce the fog of time and glimpse the future's direction. Ye Ning noticed that whenever Lu Qing Shan showed this expression, he could always make astonishing decisions. This made her even more curious about what this young man had experienced to possess such age‑transcending wisdom and insight.

"Boss, did you already anticipate the Yingzi Group's counterattack?" Ye Ning could not help asking, awe in her voice, "Since you had us form a trading team, you've been preparing for this moment, right?"

Lu Qing Shan smiled faintly, that smile carrying a reassuring Confidence. He walked to the desk, opened a drawer, and took out a document that had long been prepared. It was a report marked "Top Secret," two inches thick, clearly the result of extensive careful preparation.

"Ye Ning, take a look at this." Lu Qing Shan handed the file to her, "This is intelligence I spent three months gathering, dispatching over a dozen professional investigators. Every major decision of Wilson, HSBC's capital flows, even internal meeting records of the Imperial Governor's Office, we have detailed data."

Ye Ning took the file, opened the first page and was shocked. It was a detailed psychological analysis of Wilson, covering his upbringing to personality traits, investment style to decision habits, analyzed extremely thoroughly. The report even recorded the detailed process of every major operation Wilson made in the past ten years, including his thought patterns and behavioral regularities.

"Heavens, this is practically a psychological dossier on Wilson." Ye Ning exclaimed, her fingers lightly brushing the paper, feeling the dense text, "Boss, how did you gather this information? Even HSBC's internal staff might not fully know these details."

"In the financial world where commerce is a battlefield, information is a weapon." Lu Qing Shan's eyes flashed with the light of wisdom, "Know yourself and know the enemy, and you will never be defeated. As for Wilson, I know him better than he knows himself. Every habit, every weakness, is within my grasp."

He walked to Ye Ning's side, his eyes flashing a cunning light, that gaze reminding Ye Ning of a hunter setting a trap. But this time, she could feel a stronger aura emanating from Lu Qing Shan, an absolute Confidence and sense of control.

"Do you know what Wilson's greatest weakness is?" Lu Qing Shan's voice became mysterious, bearing a prophet‑like authority, "It's his arrogance and impatience. That British lad was indoctrinated from childhood with the empire's sense of superiority, never truly considering the Chinese. That arrogance will cause him to lose Rationality at critical moments and make wrong judgments."

His voice grew more impassioned, as if he already saw the dawn of victory: "The more they push the market up, the larger our Short Selling space becomes. Let them gloat for now; when they drive the price to its peak, we will strike with a fatal blow. By then, their capital will be exhausted, while we have conserved our strength, waiting leisurely for them to tire. This is what the ancients said: 'To capture, first release; to advance, first retreat.'"

"Moreover," Lu Qing Shan's eyes flashed a cold, sharp glint, "I've also set up several hidden lines in the market. When Wilson thinks he has the victory in hand, those hidden lines will erupt simultaneously, delivering a fatal blow. At that point, they'll realize they're merely pieces on the board, while the true player has always been us."

His voice grew even more fervent, bearing the revelry of a victor: "Ye Ning, imagine when Wilson discovers he's fallen into our trap, what expression will be on his face. That perpetually proud British lad will realize he's merely a pawn in our hands. That look of despair and anger will be truly spectacular."

Ye Ning, hearing this, felt a flash of shock in her eyes, her heart pounding wildly. Her palms began to sweat, a blend of excitement and tension. She finally grasped Lu Qing Shan's true intent: this was not a simple market maneuver, but a meticulously planned Financial War. What Lu Qing Shan sought was not mere profit, but to utterly crush the Yingzi Group's arrogant blaze, securing the rightful dignity and standing for Chinese enterprises.

The feeling reminded her of the exhilaration she felt the first time she secured a major victory in the stock market, but now it was even stronger, even more shocking. She felt she was taking part in a historic campaign, a battle concerning Chinese dignity, a classic clash that would be recorded in the Financial History Book of Hong Kong Island.

"Boss, you mean we should wait for them to strike first, then counter?" Ye Ning's voice was excited, her eyes flashing with fervor, her hands instinctively clenching into fists, "In that case, we can indeed seize the initiative. But what if their offensive is more ferocious than we imagined? What if their capital exceeds our estimates? If it truly surpasses our capacity, what then?"

Her voice also carried a hint of worry, after all this was a life‑or‑death battle where any mistake could mean total loss. She recalled the investors who went bankrupt in financial storms, the tragedies of families shattered by a single misjudgment. Yet simultaneously she felt the fighting desire deep within her burning, a fierce yearning to prove herself, to prove Chinese wisdom.

"Then that's even better," Lu Qing Shan sneered, his smile bearing a chilling thrill, like a hunter spotting prey, his eyes flashing a dangerous yet alluring light, "Ye Ning, you must understand a principle: in the financial market, madness often marks the start of failure. The crazier they are, the more capital they pour in, the more lethal our counterattack becomes. Because madness means loss of Rationality; loss of Rationality means mistakes, and mistakes in the financial market mean death."

His voice grew colder, bearing a decisive, lethal aura, each word sounding as if from an ice vault: "Remember this: in the financial market, the one who laughs last is the true winner. Wilson and his crew think they can solve problems with brute force, think they can crush us with capital advantage, but they don't know that true masters never engage in direct head‑on fights. True sages know how to use leverage, understand the principle of moving a thousand pounds with four ounces."

He walked to the massive floor‑to‑ceiling window, overlooking the bustling scene of Gangdao Zhonghuan. The setting sun cast golden light through the glass onto him, making him seem to glow. That aura reminded Ye Ning of an ancient war god, majestic and untouchable.

"When they have fired all their shots, when their capital is exhausted, we will deliver the fatal blow," Lu Qing Shan's voice rose even more, bearing a prophet‑like authority, "By then, they'll know what true despair is. What Chinese wisdom is. What—using their own methods to turn against them!"

He suddenly turned, his eyes flashing a heart‑pounding light: "Ye Ning, this is not merely a commercial war; it is a war for Chinese dignity! We will show the world that Chinese are not meek victims to be bullied; we have wisdom, courage, and the ability to stand atop this world!"

The office atmosphere grew heavier, Ye Ning could feel the powerful aura radiating from Lu Qing Shan, a ruler's presence. She suddenly realized that this young man was not gambling nor taking a risk, but executing a meticulously crafted, guaranteed‑victory plan. This absolute Confidence and composure, this strategic poise, filled her with anticipation and confidence for the upcoming battle.

She inhaled deeply, her eyes flashing with resolute light: "Boss, I understand. We are not fleeing; we are gathering strength for the final victory. Wilson and his crew think they see our retreat, but in fact they see our preparation for triumph. This battle, we will definitely win!"