Chapter 572: A Battle with Backs to the River

"Madam, you seem very certain..." Zhang Cheng was somewhat confused. In his view, this stock... needed to be liquidated as soon as possible; the longer it dragged on, the less profit would be gained, and there was even a possibility of being liquidated later on.

An Yinan looked at him; if she had relied solely on her memory, she might not have had such great confidence.

But...

After seven days of market trends, over half a month of calculations and deductions, and the newspapers from these recent days, she knew clearly that the trend of this stock might even surpass her past life...

"Yun Mo, pull out the slips; I want to see these capital flows tomorrow." An Yinan took out the slips. The capital flow was what she had remitted into the overseas stock market before she gave birth.

Now, just for this one stock—a stock others did not look favorably upon—she was going to mobilize the capital flow.

"Yes!" Yun Mo did not have any playful expression at this moment; instead, he carried a sense of seriousness, and he responded quite decisively.

They had only one mission.

To obey An Yinan's orders.

No matter what others said, and no matter how others tried to persuade them, they had only one goal for their capital mobilization in Hong Kong City.

Yun Mo went out with the slips and found a member of the Xia Group who was specifically responsible for directing these capital flows overseas.

"Transfer them back?" That person's eyes widened in disbelief when he saw the slips.

This...

It wasn't so easy to transfer them out; to avoid being discovered by the capital over there, he had been cautious every time he transferred funds, and whether it was the country or Comrade An, they had prepared many Trading Cards, which allowed him to enter the stock market silently.

Now, just like that, they wanted them transferred back?

How could it be such a simple matter?

"Comrade An's order?" the comrade from the Xia Group asked.

Yun Mo just looked at him and then nodded silently.

"Alright, order received." That colleague from the Xia Group gritted his teeth and accepted the mission.

Missions issued by the person in charge had to be completed, even if it meant death; at least it hadn't reached that point yet.

"Has it been sent?" An Yinan's fingers tapped the tabletop unconsciously. No one knew how frantic her heart was right now, nor did anyone know the frequency at which her heart was pounding.

At this moment...

Chen Xun quietly grasped her hand, loosened her tightly clenched fingers, and then placed his own hand into her palm.

Every time she was nervous, she had this habit: she would clench her own hands tightly.

"I'm here!" His deep voice, carrying an unquestionable tone, was like a musical note that struck into her heart, one beat at a time.

It played a melody in harmony with her heart.

Many years later, she was still willing to call this melody the most beautiful sound.

"Madam, can the money invested previously be liquidated?" Li Zai asked, puzzled.

He had checked his own notebook; he had clearly recorded all the amounts Madam had invested, as well as the stock codes. Flipping through the pages, it seemed that only the stock Madam told everyone not to invest in was the one that could be withdrawn.

But it had been several days, and yet Madam seemed to have forgotten its existence.

If you said it was making money, it seemed to have earned some.

But if you said it was profitable, compared to Madam's eye for stocks, this stock was merely a drop in the bucket.

"That one... let's leave it for a while longer." At this moment, the nervous and excited emotions had slowly calmed down.

She quietly let go of Chen Xun's hand, picked up her pen, performed calculations for a while longer, and finally made up her mind in her heart.

"Yun Mo, send them to the designated locations." An Yinan looked at her notebook and then liquidated all the stocks that were due for liquidation.

Even for many stocks that were currently favored and just beginning to rise, she still resolutely chose to liquidate them.

"Yes." Yun Mo did not understand.

But Zhang Cheng understood.

Watching her orders one by one, seeing the codes on the slips of paper, and the amounts being liquidated.

"Are you trying to..."

"Fight a battle with our backs to the river."

Now, except for the stock supporting Huaxia, all other stocks had basically been liquidated.

All of it had been poured into this stock, which he personally did not look favorably upon.

And in the Main Hall outside, some people were starting to become restless. Since they played the stock market, they naturally understood it to some extent.

Their insight was not as good as Zhang Cheng's, but they also saw the downward trend of the stock.

Yet, Madam still made no move.

"Duyanlong, if it doesn't work, go ask what exactly is going on."

"Yeah, Madam told everyone to go all in; I've staked all my life savings. If..."

"Count me in for jumping off a building."

"Sigh, Madam isn't a god either; maybe there are times when she misjudges. I won't worry about you guys; I still have a wife and children to support, so I'm backing out first."

"Brother, take me with you. This is all the money I have; if I lose it all, I won't be able to live."

In the Main Hall outside, no one was cursing, but more and more people did not look favorably upon this stock, and the number of people withdrawing their shares began to slowly increase.

"Duyanlong, what should we do?" Lao Zhang held the transaction slip tightly in his hand; this was their proof for withdrawing and liquidating shares.

Like many others, out of trust in Madam, his life savings were staked on it.

Now, he was caught in a dilemma.

Duyanlong had been keeping his eyes closed, leaning against a pillar, taking a nap.

And that young man, following by someone's side, watched the attitudes of the two and slowly pondered whether he should withdraw or not.

"Hey, Duyanlong, say something." Lao Zhang was not a hot-tempered person, but since Duyanlong wouldn't say a word, his heart was pounding with anxiety.

"Say what?" Duyanlong opened his eyes, and his white prosthetic eye glanced at Lao Zhang.

"Whoever wants to withdraw can withdraw. My life was given by Madam, so naturally, I will listen to Madam. I will only withdraw when Madam tells me to; if Madam doesn't speak, I won't withdraw."

Duyanlong spoke at length, a rare occurrence; halfway through, he closed his eyes and leaned lazily against the pillar.

"Everyone in this Main Hall, every single one of them, which of them didn't earn the little bit of spare money in their hands now with the Madam's help?"

"They have forgotten, but I, Duyanlong, cannot forget."

That cold voice, that appearance filled with baleful energy, suddenly made that young man realize that all the people in this Main Hall combined might not be as loyal as Duyanlong.

"Kid, what do you think?" After hearing this, Brother Zhang was silent for a long while, then looked toward that young man.

The young man smiled, "Brother, I have little money and invested little, so I want to wait."

That Brother Zhang paused, looking at this one, then at that one.

One cold and icy, one smiling and squinting.

One, two, crazy, they are all lunatics.