Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 414 - 202: Snatching Food from the Tiger’s Mouth_5

Chapter 414: Chapter 202: Snatching Food from the Tiger’s Mouth_5

So, some unlucky soul stuck in Ling Electronics could neither pull up nor get out, watching helplessly as the market value kept dropping, dragging their ranking to the very bottom...

TSK TSK, what a tragedy...

In any case, it’s beyond doubt that the old-style stock manipulators have vanished.

Some people think that the recent trend of publicly offered funds sticking together is also manipulation. However, the problem is, these funds generally aim for long-term holdings and are not allowed to trade frequently or violently shake up the market. Instead, they are more prone to stampeding over each other during a market crash.

If a few publicly offered funds clustering to buy a stock is considered manipulation, then what’s the point of such manipulators?

All individual stocks have publicly offered funds involved. But due to regulatory policies, the funds can’t do much. After establishing their positions, they can only wait passively, lying flat if the market is bad.

And they call that manipulation?!

When the Lhasa group hit the nuclear button, those kinds of manipulators cried harder than anyone else.

The methods of harvesting leeks in the new era have long been unrelated to manipulators. Aren’t the massive scythes of quantitative trading much more efficient than any of those dog manipulators?

From divergence to consensus, market synergy—that’s the mainstream.

And when the market forms synergy, it never excludes individual investors from participating. However, the stampede caused by emotional collapse buries people even faster.

In that era, with Han Lie’s Level 4 stock trading skills, his win rate certainly wouldn’t be as high as it was now; eating losses would definitely be the norm.

The current market, however, was still in a transitional phase between old and new. The old ways were still rampant, and the new had not yet been widely adopted.

In Han Lie’s eyes, the market was full of opportunities.

Hmm, opportunities were perhaps secondary. More importantly, the confidence brought about by that vision, which transcended his era, fostered an energy field in Han Lie that seemed powerful enough to swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.

Though Jiao Fangyan didn’t entirely agree with Han Lie’s thoughts, watching him—a mere newcomer—critique the strongest players in today’s market filled her with admiration. Han Lie’s tone lacked the impassioned eagerness of youth. It was calm and collected, as if he were merely stating a fact—full of confidence, yet not arrogant.

It’s common for young people to boast, but to do so in such a manner isn’t easy, she mused. Only four words can properly describe Han Lie: detached and aloof. ’Detached’ refers to his elevation, and ’aloof’ to his perspective. It’s as if, at this moment, he’s standing on a higher dimension, looking down on everything in this world, including the currently formidable Xu Xiang.

What will the final result be? I’ll just wait and see...

With that thought, she couldn’t help but ask proactively, "So if they really approach us, should we cooperate?"

"Cooperate on what?"

Han Lie blinked, his smile brimming.

"We’re just buying stocks normally, interested in Wei Hua’s potential, and planning to make a weekly-level medium-short term trade. Who do we need to cooperate with? Teacher Jiao, your thinking is off..."

Jiao Fangyan’s ears flushed red from the teasing. This young man is utterly mischievous! He clearly sees through everything, snatches meat from others’ mouths, and then presents himself as squeaky clean—sly as a fox, cunning as a wolf. What a demon! Still, it’s precisely because of his cunning that I feel so confident about this new job. The market is a battlefield; there’s no place for the slightest hint of misplaced mercy. Only by following such a leader will success become a highly probable event.

"Okay, okay, I will have a complete operation plan ready before the market opens on Monday and report to you."

But Han Lie waved his hand, unimpressed.

"You’re in full charge of the trading. I hope you earn your salary, but I won’t put any pressure on you. Alright, see you on Monday!"

With those words, Han Lie made a nonchalant exit.

Jiao Fangyan watched Han Lie’s retreating figure for a long time without moving, lost in thought.

Of course, Brother Lie didn’t care.

When he stepped outside, Liang Wu was waiting across from him.

"Call up the finance manager. Let’s get going."

The finance manager, Liu Xiaofang, had been waiting at the company since early morning. It wasn’t just her—all the other employees were in today.

Being overly eager at work often suggests a problem with one’s thinking.

But when faced with someone like Han Lie—a shareholder and director with boundless prospects who could influence their future careers—not being eager to work would be what’s truly problematic.

Zhao Zhongshi led the way, with others lining up to see them off.

General Manager (×)

Lackey (√)

Despite theoretically being Han Lie’s future uncle-in-law, Zhao Zhongshi’s attitude was so deferential that Han Lie felt disinclined to order him around.

Forget it. I’ll just have Lizzy handle everything... Han Lie thought.

Before leaving, Han Lie casually asked Zhao Zhongshi, "President Zhao, how is your official car arranged?"

"I have my own car, and the company’s fuel allowance is sufficient!"

It was unclear what Zhao Zhongshi had understood from that, but he immediately waved over Cheng Shi, the security guard cum driver cum administrative assistant.

"Cheng, you go with President Han. After he buys the car, you’ll be his personal driver. Old Li can handle internal affairs!"

Li Dahai, the office director and HR supervisor, hurriedly nodded. "Exactly, exactly! I’m here for internal affairs! Rest assured, President Han!"

Han Lie looked speechlessly at these yes-men in the company. It feels like I’ve stumbled into a den of sycophants. However, these details precisely illustrate a man’s true worth. Mmm, this is quite enjoyable...

"Alright then, let’s set off. President Zhao, you all can leave too. See you on Monday."

After going downstairs, Cheng Shi drove Liang Wu’s small car. Liu Xiaofang proactively took the passenger seat, and Liang Wu joined Han Lie in the backseat. The four of them headed straight for the Mercedes-Benz 4S store.