Chapter 238: The Counterattack Begins

Ye Ning suddenly realized, a shocking light flashing in her eyes. She finally understood Lu Qingshan's deeper intention; this strategic‑level thinking deeply impressed her. "You intend to wait until they push the price up and then Short Selling? If so, our profit margin will multiply."

"Exactly." Lu Qingshan nodded, his voice carrying strong Confidence, "But this requires perfect timing. We must launch the attack the moment their capital is exhausted. For now, let's hop onto the Yingzi Group's capital ship, make some money, not shameful, right?"

A cold smile curled at his mouth: "Wilson thinks he is hunting us, yet he doesn't know they are carrying the sedan for us. When they discover the truth, it will be too late."

Ye Ning couldn't help laughing, the worry in her heart vanished instantly. She now finally grasped Lu Qingshan's terrifying quality; this strategic vision and mental composure truly aren't possessed by ordinary people. "Boss, your move is brilliant. Making the enemy carry the sedan for us must feel great."

"Ha ha, go ahead, execute the operation strictly." Lu Qingshan also laughed, "Remember, we're acting now; play it convincingly. Make Wilson believe we really were defeated by them."

Ye Ning hurried back to the Trading Room, beginning to carry out Lu Qingshan's orders. She approached each trader, explaining the operational requirements in detail to ensure everyone could understand accurately. The traders, watching the screens, were somewhat puzzled. They had been Short Selling all along, and now were to go long; this strategic shift confused them.

"Chief Ye, is this too risky?" Zhang Ming couldn't help asking, his voice a little nervous.

Ye Ning gave him a glance, her voice firm: "Trust the boss; he has never let us down. What you see now is a retreat, but in fact it's the start of a greater victory."

But they are all professional traders, aware of the importance of strictly following orders. More importantly, they have absolute trust in Lu Qingshan. Soon, small‑scale trades began to be executed, the movements gentle as if caressing a lover's face.

Meanwhile, the Yingzi Group's funds also began to flow in. Wilson sat in HSBC's Trading Room, watching the numbers shift on the screen, a satisfied smile on his face. His Trading Room was far larger than Xinghan Group's, its equipment more advanced, with over twenty top‑tier traders operating anxiously.

In the Trading Room, a dozen top traders were operating tensely, each finger flying over the keyboard as if performing a deadly symphony. The massive electronic screen displayed real‑time market data, red and green numbers flashing continuously, as if narrating the ferocity of the financial battlefield.

"Increase the intensity." Wilson said into the microphone, his voice tinged with excitement and murderous intent, "I want to see the Hang Seng Index rise more than 5% today. Let Lu Qingshan know our strength is beyond his capacity to match."

Revenge gleamed in his eyes, as if he already saw Lu Qingshan's crushing defeat. "Tell every bank to increase capital investment. I'll make that arrogant young man understand that in Hong Kong Island's financial market, we are the true rulers!"

Huge funds surged into the stock market like a tide, and the index began to climb rapidly. Hong Kong Island investors, seeing this, heard that the Hong Kong government and several large corporate groups had joined the market rescue, and they rushed to buy in. In an instant, the entire market was filled with optimism, as if Hong Kong Island's economy were about to welcome a new spring.

The brokerage's sales floor was bustling, retail investors lined up in long queues to buy stocks. Everyone felt this was a once‑in‑a‑lifetime chance, eager to get a slice of the rally. The staff were swamped, phone rings ringing incessantly.

"Buy fast, buy fast! The Hang Seng Index is about to break a historic high!"

"This is a once‑in‑a‑century bull market!"

"I heard even the Governor personally stepped in to rescue the market!"

All investors on Hong Kong Island went crazy, as if everyone saw a chance to get rich.

Lu Qingshan sat in his office, watching the index rise steadily, not a trace of anxiety on his face. He lifted his teacup, sipping slowly, his unhurried demeanor almost unbelievable. He knew this was exactly the effect Wilson wanted. But Wilson didn't know that every step he took was within Lu Qingshan's anticipation.

Lu Qingjun pushed the door open, his face showing obvious tension. "Boss, our floating loss has already exceeded one hundred million." He held the latest trading report, his voice trembling, "This figure keeps growing."

Seeing the number, Lu Qingjun's heart rose to his throat. One hundred million Hong Kong dollars—a astronomical figure for any investor. He couldn't understand why the boss could remain so calm.

"Continue." Lu Qingshan said lightly, as if mentioning something trivial, "This is only the beginning. Tell the Trading Room colleagues not to rush and follow the plan."

He set down his teacup, a hint of profound light flashing in his eyes: "Qingjun, do you know the principle of fishing? The bigger the fish, the more patience required. Wilson hasn't fully taken the bait yet; we must keep waiting."

At noon, the floating loss widened further. Lu Qingjun entered again to report; this time his complexion was even paler: "Boss, the loss has now exceeded two hundred million. Do we really have to continue?"

His voice was choked, two hundred million Hong Kong dollars—almost half their capital. Continuing would lead to unthinkable consequences.

"Don't rush." Lu Qingshan remained calm, a faint smile flickering in his eyes, "This is only temporary. Go tell everyone that tonight I'll treat them, celebrating our 'defeat.'"

He stood, walked to the window, watching the traffic below: "Qingjun, remember, on the financial market, paper loss and actual loss are two different things. The current loss is just a number; as long as we win in the end, these will turn into profit."

Lu Qingjun grew even more puzzled by these words, yet he knew the boss never acted without certainty. This young man who came from a mountain village could always create miracles at critical moments.

At the afternoon close, the Hang Seng Index rose 6.8%, setting a recent high. Investors across Hong Kong Island cheered, seeing it as a sign of economic recovery. Major media reported the market's strong performance, and analysts widely forecast an imminent bull market.

In the Yingzi Group's war room, jubilation reigned; Wilson raised a champagne glass, his face beaming with a victorious smile. Other British capital magnates were also unusually excited, as if they had already seen Lu Qingshan's crushing defeat.

"Well done!" Wilson praised into the microphone, his voice thick with pride, "That arrogant young man Lu Qingshan should now know our strength. Keep increasing the intensity; I'll make them collapse completely!"

However, Wilson didn't know that in Xinghan Group's office, Lu Qingshan was drafting a more detailed counter‑attack plan with Ye Ning. The real war had only just begun.