Chapter 244: Wilson Detects Anomaly! Lu Qingshan's Net‑Casting Moment!

"We, Trust Virtue Group, are also in!" He Zhiqiang's voice was resolute, "Brother Lu Qingshan's abilities we have all seen; following you is absolutely correct! And we are not willing to quit now; since we must play, let's play to the fullest!"

"Everlasting Foundation Real Estate unconditionally supports!" Li Zhaolong shouted, "Lu Qingshan, you have shown us what true financial wisdom is. This once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity, missing it would be a lifelong regret!"

Guo Dongying's voice even trembled with excitement: "Brother Lu Qingshan, you are the pride of us Chinese! With you leading, what are we afraid of? At worst it's a high‑stakes gamble; if we win we become the new rulers of Hong Kong Island's financial world, if we lose we will still make those British guys see the strength of Chinese!"

Huo Jianhua's voice was full of war intent: "Splendid China Group fully supports! Lu Qingshan, this is not just a Financial War, it is a defense of Chinese dignity. We must not let Wilson and those British guys continue to dominate Hong Kong Island!"

The chairmen of several other companies also voiced their support, none hesitated. This united scene deeply moved Lu Qingshan. Tens of billions of profit made these veteran business foxes have absolute confidence in Lu Qingshan's judgment, and more importantly, they saw hope for Chinese to turn the tide in Hong Kong Island's financial market.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Qingshan took a deep breath. The feeling of being trusted and relied upon weighed heavily on him, yet also sparked his fighting spirit. In his previous life he was just a small retail investor; in this life he intends to lead the Chinese Chamber of Commerce to create history in Hong Kong Island's financial market.

He turned to Ye Ning, his voice bearing unquestionable authority: "Deploy personnel, settle in batches. Move quickly, but not too conspicuously. Aim to complete 70% today and the remaining 30% tomorrow. Every transaction must be flawless, so Wilson cannot discover our true intent."

Ye Ning immediately stood upright, excitement flashing in her eyes: "Understood! Boss, our trading team is ready, we guarantee the mission! This time we will let Wilson see what Chinese wisdom is!"

She turned and began arranging; the Trading Room instantly buzzed with activity. Dozens of traders took their positions, each with multiple monitors displaying a sea of numbers. The tense yet orderly atmosphere evoked a wartime command center.

At 9:30 a. m., the opening bell rang.

The Hang Seng Index continued yesterday's strong momentum, jumping 80 points at the open. On the massive electronic screen, green numbers kept leaping, each leap representing millions of Hong Kong dollars in trades. Investors across Hong Kong Island erupted in euphoria; the trading floor swarmed with people, every face radiating dreams of wealth.

In Wilson's war room, cheers rang out as buy orders poured into the market. The luxurious room was filled with state-of-the-art trading gear, and a dozen sharply dressed traders busily operated. Every face wore a victorious grin, as if they had already witnessed the Chinese Chamber of Commerce's total defeat.

Wilson himself was in high spirits, holding a HK$3,000 whiskey, glancing now and then at the massive real‑time market display on the wall. The ever‑rising numbers looked to him like medals of victory, intoxicating him.

"Keep increasing the investment!" Wilson shouted into the microphone, his voice brimming with excitement and murderous intent, "I want to see the Hang Seng break today! Let those Chinese kids know what absolute power crushing looks like! What superiority of lineage looks like!"

But in Taigu Group's Trading Room, trading director Yuehan Xun frowned. As a veteran with twenty years of experience, he keenly sensed something abnormal in the market.

"Why is the volume of these small Long Buying orders so huge?" Yuehan Xun stared at the data on the screen, his gaze growing increasingly grave. His fingers hammered the keyboard, pulling up more detailed trade data.

Normally large trades are obvious, with single amounts easily reaching tens of millions or even over a hundred million Hong Kong dollars, making them easy to spot. Today, however, a flood of small Long Buying orders were being settled. Each order was modest—only a few million to ten million Hong Kong dollars—but the sheer number was massive, like ants moving houses, and the total sum was staggering.

More crucially, these settlement orders were all taken up by Yingzi Group's buy side. In other words, someone was massively offloading Long contracts while Yingzi Group was unknowingly absorbing them. This tactic is extremely covert; without his sharp intuition it would likely have been missed.

Yuehan Xun's complexion grew increasingly grim, cold sweat beading on his forehead. As a seasoned trader, he smelled danger. Such large‑scale covert offloading usually signals that big capital is withdrawing, which often precedes a sharp price plunge.

He immediately grabbed the red emergency phone and called Wilson, his voice laced with obvious panic: "Mr. Wilson, something's wrong; you must come here at once! There's a major anomaly that could affect the success or failure of our entire plan!"

Ten minutes later, Wilson rushed to Taigu Group. He had just been celebrating the upcoming victory in HSBC's office, and the sudden call left him bewildered.

When he saw the screen filled with countless tiny settlement orders, his face turned an instant iron‑blue. The previously smug expressions vanished without a trace, replaced by profound shock and fear.

"Damned it! Where did these orders come from?" Wilson gritted his teeth, his voice full of anger and disbelief. He pointed a trembling finger at the screen, "So many sell orders, how could they appear out of nowhere? Could there be big capital in the market we don't know about?"

Yuehan Xun quickly pulled up data analysis, his fingers flying over the keyboard as charts and figures flashed on the screen: "According to our tracking, these orders originate from a dozen different accounts, yet the tactics are strikingly similar. Trade times, sizes, even the splitting methods show clear patterns. It's likely the same team is behind them."

His voice grew more tense: "Moreover, judging by the volume, this isn't typical retail behavior. Only a well‑funded institutional investor could coordinate such large‑scale operations, and it would have to be a powerhouse institution."

Wilson's complexion grew ever more grim; he finally grasped the seriousness of the issue. If a major institution is indeed offloading, it means they are extremely bearish on the market, and institutional judgments are usually far more accurate than retail ones.