Chapter 239: The Ultimate Counterattack! Using the Enemy

Evening 7:00, Hong Kong Island's top Cantonese restaurant Fulin Pavilion.

This century‑old establishment in the heart of Central is hard to get a table on ordinary days. Tonight the entire third floor was booked by Lu Qingshan, with a dozen round tables arranged neatly, each set with delicate Cantonese dim sum and premium Moutai.

The owner of Fulin Pavilion greeted them personally at the entrance, smiling broadly at the young financial newcomer. Booking the whole third floor at once costs several hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars in meals alone, and such a guest is rare.

All members of the trading team were present, even the usually low‑key bodyguards had their own tables. Yet everyone's expression was odd, since they had just "lost" two hundred million Hong Kong dollars today, and the boss was throwing a lavish banquet to celebrate.

"Boss, we lost this much today; how can you still be in the mood to treat us to dinner?" Zhang Qiming said, carrying a wine glass, his face full of bewilderment. He recalled the shocking closing figures and felt a lingering ache.

Lu Qingshan picked up a piece of white‑cut chicken, placed it in his mouth and chewed slowly, his unhurried demeanor reminiscent of a chess player: "Brother Zhang, set work aside for now; tonight we all eat well. In life we eat when we should, drink when we should, and don't let troubles linger in the heart."

His relaxed expression was surprising, bearing no resemblance to an investor who had just lost two hundred million. That calm composure shocked everyone present. Ye Ning, sitting nearby, watched Lu Qingshan's poise and grew increasingly curious about what the man was thinking.

"Come, everyone, raise your glasses!" Lu Qingshan stood, lifted his cup, and a mischievous glint only he understood flashed in his eyes, "To our 'spectacular loss'! To Mr. Wilson's generous contribution!"

The crowd exchanged puzzled looks, yet they raised their glasses in unison. The odd toast deepened the confusion, but the boss's confident smile made everyone involuntarily grin as well.

Lu Qingjun watched Lu Qingshan's expression from the side, the brother he'd grown up with, and found him increasingly inscrutable. Though Lu Qingshan had always been clever, he had never exuded such unfathomable depth before.

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere warmed. The waiter brought out Fulin Pavilion's signature dishes—white‑cut chicken, roasted goose, and steamed grouper—each a masterpiece.

Lin Yuchen set down his chopsticks and asked, "General Lu, are you really not worried about tomorrow's market? Based on today's trend, although there's profit hedging, our loss will keep widening. If the Yingzi Group keeps stepping up, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Her voice trembled; as a math prodigy she understood the risks behind the numbers better than anyone. A loss of two hundred million Hong Kong dollars is astronomical for any investor.

"Does worrying help?" Lu Qingshan retorted, a sly glint in his eyes, his voice carrying an all‑seeing wisdom, "What's meant to come will come, what's meant to go will go. In this world only two kinds of people make big money in the stock market: the prophet and the lunatic. We are neither; we simply understand human nature better than others."

He lifted his cup, took a small sip, and continued, "Mr. Wilson thinks he's hunting us, but in fact he's carrying our sedan chair. The most frightening thing in this world isn't a strong enemy, but a stupid one."

His words left everyone baffled, yet they were accustomed to the boss's enigmatic style. After all, the young man always manages to create miracles at crucial moments and find a way out of desperate situations.

At 9:30 a. m. the next morning, the opening bell rang on schedule.

The atmosphere in the Trading Room was tenser than yesterday; everyone's eyes were glued to the flickering numbers on the screens. The red and green figures seemed magical, each tick tugging at everyone's nerves.

The original 500 million Short Position, which had floated a profit of over 200 million yesterday, now shows a loss of over 200 million—a full 400 million swing that makes hearts race. This roller‑coaster feeling gave even veteran traders goosebumps.

Even more striking were the other figures: the 1.5 billion Long Position Lu Qingshan had been building under his direction now shows a profit of over 600 million. The number flashed on the screen, seeming to mock those who couldn't read the situation.

"Oh my, this is like a roller coaster," muttered a young trader, his palms slick with sweat. He'd been in trading for three years and had never witnessed such a heart‑pounding scene.

Ye Ning quickly tallied the overall profit and loss, her fingers dancing over the calculator as each figure swirled in her mind: "Boss, our net profit is now close to four hundred million Hong Kong dollars! Although the Short Position is losing, the Long Buying gains are larger! This is nothing short of a miracle!"

Her voice trembled with excitement; the speed of the earnings far exceeded her imagination. As an excellent trader, she'd seen many big scenes, but never a layout so ingenious.

Lu Qingshan nodded, his voice as calm as if discussing the weather: "Continue small‑scale Long Buying, remember keep each trade under ten million. Move lightly, don't let the market detect our true intent. We need Wilson to think we've truly been beaten, truly cutting losses and conceding."

His voice carried a strategic composure that reassured everyone. That absolute confidence and sense of control made people instinctively want to follow him.

Meanwhile, the heads of companies in the Chinese Chamber of Commerce were also acting on Lu Qingshan's orders. He Zhiqiang, in the Trust Virtue Group's office, watched the numbers on the ledger, his hands trembling with excitement.

"Damn, Brother Qing Shan, this move is brilliant!" Bao Cheng shouted over an insider call, his voice brimming with uncontainable joy, "My five hundred million investment has already earned one hundred twenty million! That's in just a day and a half! I've been in business thirty years and have never seen such a profitable deal!"

Li Zhaolong couldn't help calling Lu Qingshan's Trading Room, his voice excited as if he'd won the lottery: "Qing Shan, your retreat‑to‑advance tactic is truly brilliant! Our Hengji investment of eight hundred million has already yielded over two hundred million in profit! That old fox Wilson thought we were scared of him, but ended up sending us money!"

Guo Dongying was even more direct, his voice loud enough for the whole office to hear: "Brother Qing Shan, you are the pride of our Chinese! Those bastards from the Yingzi Group thought we were scared, but ended up carrying our sedan chair, ha ha ha! I'll pop champagne to celebrate!"

Huo Jianhua also called, his voice full of admiration: "Qing Shan, I'm impressed! Truly impressed! This kind of wisdom isn't something ordinary people possess. Our Jiashua investment of six hundred million has already earned one hundred fifty million! I've never made such gratifying money in my life!"