Chapter 852: Bottom-Fishing Stocks

Several people were chatting heatedly when the door curtain was lifted and He Zheng walked in.

He Yuzhu raised his eyes and saw that his expression was wrong, his brows immediately furrowing: "He Zheng, what's wrong with you?"

He Zheng didn't say a word, but winked at He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu understood, stood up, and led him into the study inside.

Once the door was closed, He Zheng fished a cigarette out of his pocket, handed it to He Yuzhu, and lit it for him.

Both of them took a deep drag, the smoke slowly dissipating before their eyes.

Only then did He Zheng speak, his voice very low: "Dad, didn't I partner with Aunt Lou Xiaoe to develop that project over at Dabeiyao? We're currently building a forty-story office tower, and a major problem has occurred—the steel supply can't keep up."

He Yuzhu knitted his brows: "Such a big project, didn't you stock up beforehand?"

He Zheng sighed, looking helpless: "We did, but we couldn't handle the fact that Aunt Lou has started too many projects recently. Plus, the whole country is engaged in major infrastructure construction, so steel is already incredibly tight. The key is that the grandson Cheng Shao is causing trouble; he diverted all the off-plan steel from the Beijing Steel Factory to other regions. At this critical juncture, who would dare offend him?"

He Yuzhu didn't speak and took another drag of his cigarette.

After a long while, he asked slowly: "How much longer can you hold out? How big is the shortfall?"

"Aunt Lou said the office building can hold out for two months at most, and most other projects will have to stop. The steel shortfall... is about one hundred thousand tons." As He Zheng spoke, his brows furrowed into a "chuan" shape, almost knitting together.

He Yuzhu flicked the ash from his cigarette and suddenly smiled.

"I'll handle this matter. No projects need to be stopped."

He Zheng was stunned, then nodded, the stone in his heart finally dropping.

Once he felt at ease, his tone shifted: "Dad, who is that girl with Ma Rui? Isn't his girlfriend Yang Jing? Why did he bring someone else back? Aren't you going to discipline him?"

He Yuzhu glanced at him: "Why are you meddling in other people's business? That's his classmate."

He Zheng's mouth twitched, his voice dropping even lower: "Dad, that kid Ma Rui is too much of a playboy. You have to manage him, otherwise, it'll have a bad influence on the siblings."

He Yuzhu glared at him, his tone neither light nor heavy: "Do your own work well and don't be jealous of others."

He Zheng opened his mouth and pretended to slap himself in the face.

In the evening, He Yuzhu kept Ma Rui and Liu Wei at home for a meal; it was lively, and the whole house was filled with laughter.

Once everyone had dispersed and the courtyard quieted down, he sat alone in the study and finally truly calmed his mind.

He lit a cigarette and smoked slowly, calculating rapidly in his mind.

Secretary Liu was about to retire, and soon no one would be able to help him cover up those cross-border "deals." From now on, doing such things must be done flawlessly, without leaving any handle. Moreover, he had to pick his opponents—targeting those countries that were hated but could do nothing about him.

After thinking it over, He Yuzhu set his sights on the little notebook 【Japan】.

After that bunch signed the Plaza Accord, their economy had been half-dead, the real estate market had shattered, and they must have a pile of unused steel stockpiled. Bringing some back wouldn't affect their daily lives.

Compared to the Americans, even if the little notebook 【Japan】 discovered the steel was missing, they wouldn't have the temper to do anything.

He Yuzhu didn't want to drive people to a dead end either. This time he didn't plan to blow up equipment; he wanted a long-term flow—every time he went over, he would take a portion of finished steel from a factory without causing them major damage.

Thinking of this, He Yuzhu stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

No sooner said than done.

Early the next morning, he grabbed his bag and boarded a plane.

The first stop, Hong Kong.

Because he had called ahead, Zhao Ying was already waiting in the office.

Outside the window, Victoria Harbour was sparkling, but He Yuzhu had no heart for the scenery.

"Sister Ying, our financial team should get to work; we can't remain in a short position anymore."

"Zhuzi, the US stock market has been falling sharply recently; is it time to bottom-fish?" Zhao Ying's eyes lit up.

He Yuzhu took a list out of his pocket and handed it over: "Bottom-fish these tech companies immediately. I've written down the proportions."

Zhao Ying took it and read aloud: "Amazon, Microsoft, Intel..." She looked up, her eyes filled with surprise, "You want us to buy all tech stocks this time? But the performance of these stocks isn't good!"

"Buy. Buy as much as you can with the money we have. But you must buy quietly, build positions in batches, and this money must be used under the names of different companies. You must not let them find out—otherwise, those people can think of a hundred ways to freeze your money."

Upon hearing this, the corners of Zhao Ying's mouth curled up: "Don't worry. Our team was trained by playing cat and mouse with those foreign devils. We're very familiar with making money."

He Yuzhu looked at her confident appearance and felt much more at ease.

"I brought thirty tons of gold this time; you sell it for me in Hong Kong and use it all to buy these two stocks."

"Microsoft and Oracle?" Zhao Ying was stunned for a moment, her eyes widening, "You want to buy just these two? Playing this big this time?"

He Yuzhu leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant: "This is a reserve fund left for future generations. In case someone loses money in business later, they can still make a comeback."

Zhao Ying nodded and didn't ask further.

Early the next morning, while the sky was still dim, He Yuzhu put on a disguise and, carrying a fake Passport, boarded a flight to Tokyo in a low-profile manner.

For the next half month, he stirred up trouble in the little notebook's 【Japan】 territory all by himself.

Nippon Steel, NKK, Kawasaki Steel, Sumitomo Metals, Kobe Steel, Nisshin Steel... he visited six large steel companies in one go.

Every time he arrived, he would sneak into the Warehouse unnoticed and take a portion—not too much, about one-third at most.

In this day and age, the little notebook's 【Japan】 steel production sat firmly in the world's top spot; taking a few hundred thousand tons back wouldn't even count as a drop in the bucket for them.

He Yuzhu knew that with this amount, they wouldn't even feel the pain.

What puzzled him was that after causing such a stir in Tokyo for so long, the newspapers didn't mention a single word.

He pondered for a long time and probably guessed the reason—those people were likely more afraid of a stock market crash, right? Compared to the zeros evaporating from their market value, the bit of steel lost really wasn't much money.

He Yuzhu didn't dwell on it and returned to Shencheng silently after finishing his business.

As soon as he landed, he called Xu Damao, Hu Bayi, and Wang Pangzi.

The few of them were currently so busy they were running off their feet, each leading their own Engineering Team to build towers. But as soon as they heard He Yuzhu was back, they all dropped their work and rushed over.

The meeting place was at the company office.

Xu Damao was the first to smell that something was wrong—He Yuzhu's posture didn't look like he had just come back for a simple visit.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and probed: "Zhuzi, is there another new deal?"

He Yuzhu didn't hide anything and nodded: "The US stock market is at rock bottom now. I plan to take one hundred million in funds and buy a batch of stocks."

"Only one hundred million? Why not buy more?" Wang Pangzi widened his eyes.

"Exchanging currency isn't easy," He Yuzhu smiled.

Hu Bayi nodded and went straight to the point: "Are we still buying tech stocks?"

He Yuzhu nodded, then handed a list to Hu Bayi.

"I've thought about it, Hu, you should make the trip."

Once Hu Bayi heard it was about stocks, he actually breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you can transfer the money out, just let Shirley Yang handle the rest. She has people over there and knows the ropes."

He Yuzhu cautioned: "Don't worry about the money, I can transfer it to M Country. But there's one condition—when buying stocks, you must buy them separately; don't bunch them together. Use multiple accounts and multiple company names so no one keeps an eye on us."

Hu Bayi patted his chest: "You can rest easy on that. The people on Shirley Yang's side do exactly this; they are professional at splitting orders and guarantee that no one will be able to trace it back to us."

He Yuzhu picked up his teacup, his face full of smiles: "That's perfect."