Reinventing the Millennium

Beijing time, April 18, 4:40 pm, Shanghai Pudong International Airport.

The mainland's richest man, who made a low-key return, encountered the most high-profile media specifications.

Fang Zhuo's every word, every smile, every gesture was surrounded by flashing lights.

Click! Kaka!

When the richest man in the Mainland faced an unconventional comment from a foreign media reporter, and when he personally said what he meant to make money, the frequency of flashes became even faster!

Click, click, click!

This is undoubtedly Mr. Fang's disguised admission of his knowledge and even design of Yike stock, or in other words, premeditation!

Just like this reporter helping others, everything is so unconventional!

Isn’t it that Yike is being shorted?

Why did it suddenly turn into...become...as if Yike was shorting the opponent with a backhand?

The reporters who were crowded at the scene came from various media, but tall people like CCTV were also squeezed into the crowd. Their minds were full of similar thoughts, all of which were bombarded by Internet information in the past eleven hours. question.

This thing is obviously like this, why is it suddenly like this?

During the 11 hours that the Qingzi was in the air, overseas information had landed in China in advance.

Yike's temporary press conference is at 10:30 in the evening in New York, but this time is exactly 11:30 in the morning in China.

Therefore, the Chinese Internet quickly received signals from across the ocean.

Before 11:30, the information on the Chinese Internet about Yike and Mr. Fang was still "encountering challenges", "Mr. Fang flew away sadly", "Mr. Fang abandoned Yike", "Yike's stock price fell this week"...

Suddenly, the direction of the wind completely changed!

Are you the only one challenging Yike?

Mr. Fang flies in front, while the organization chases after him!

Yike's stock price fell, fell, fell... Dad?

The Chinese Internet is collectively confused. Let me take a closer look. What's going on?

Option lock half a year ago? Ninety percent of the disposable equity? Is the short position higher than the outstanding shares on the market?

6.

Although he is still confused, he seems to feel powerful.

Once the key information on the external network was confirmed, relevant popular science on China Internet quickly emerged.

What is a short position? What is a stock short squeeze? What is a margin call?

As well as, the situation facing Yike stock, Mr. Fang’s net worth, and the consequences for the organization...

The information is very strong and mixed, but it conveys a very important concept. The institutions that are shorting Yike will be in bad luck this time! Bad luck!

After a simple popularization, netizens roughly understood what happened, and quickly began to spontaneously collect information from the past period of time, including but not limited to the "President Fang's Quotes" ridiculed on the Internet.

At the same time, they noticed that many websites were silently removing Yike-related topics from their shelves.

At 11:30, Penguin Portal had just published a report on the severe challenges faced by Yi Ke. It was full of regrets and regrets, and it was very clear-cut and mixed with a little subjective evaluation of the other party.

But ten minutes later, such reports disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

However, this did not escape the eyes of netizens, who quickly prepared a bound volume to welcome Mr. Fang's return.

Compared with the turbulent wave gradually set off by the Chinese Internet, the media's actions are faster and more enthusiastic.

Such news, such parties, such a reversal of public opinion, they love this the most!

What's more, the extraneous website even posted Mr. Fang's voyage information!

If this didn’t block Mr. Fang immediately, how could he be worthy of his status as a journalist?

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, what do you mean by what you just said?"

"Mr. Fang, what will happen to Yike's stock price in the future?"

"Mr. Fang, I heard that an organization plans to sue Yike. What do you think of this?"

"Mr. Fang, why are you returning to China at this time?"

Reporters gathered around and asked excited questions.

Fang Zhuo briefly answered two questions, but he didn't want to respond too much at this time. He still wanted to wait until things were further implemented before talking about his experience.

Interviews were so crowded that the airport began to dispatch staff to maintain order.

The security assistants around Fang Zhuo also struggled to make space.

Seeing that Mr. Fang might really want to leave resolutely, seeing that the valuable first information was only squeezed out so much, someone finally stepped forward generously.

A reporter in the crowd shouted angrily: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, I'm from Sina!"

Fang Zhuo stopped and looked over at the voice full of enthusiasm: "Well."

How much has Sina's stock price fallen? 15%? 20%?

Quite a few.

After all, they are family members.

Fang Zhuo raised his hand and said kindly: "Come on, give this friend some space and come to the front. I have a lot to do today and the time is indeed limited. Don't crowd me. It's not a big deal."

The Sina reporter squeezed into the front row with his head held high and showed his reporter card - it was Guo Gaoran from Sina Finance.

"Mr. Fang, why did you buy Yike's call options six months ago?" Guo Gaoran asked the question that lingered in the minds of many people, and it also made the reporters on the scene shine. Sina is indeed on the right track, and it is worthy of being praised by Mr. Fang. The company that got it as a bargaining chip.

Fang Zhuo replied easily: "The market value of Yike was underestimated during the financial crisis. I have always had confidence in Yike. I am the founder. Isn't it normal to be bullish on the company's stock price?"

Guo Gaoran grinned and said bluntly: "Mr. Fang, this is not what everyone wants to hear."

Fang Zhuo glanced at the Sina reporter in front of him.

Guo Gaoran suddenly felt a little guilty. Mr. Fang was cruel and ruthless. Don't others know it? Don't the old Sina employees also know it?

After all, Fang Zhuo considered Sina's initiative this time and said calmly: "Then what do you want to hear?"

Amidst the sound of the flashing lights, Guo Gaoran asked in a different way: "Mr. Fang, why did you... arrange Yike at such an early time? Is there anything special about this?"

"It's nothing special." Fang Zhuo thought for a while and gave a slightly positive response. "In addition to being optimistic about the company, I'm also afraid that others will come to me for discussion."

There was some commotion among the reporters.

Yes, Mr. Fang is right.

If others don't come to Mr. Fang for discussion, how can Mr. Fang do it for others?

This time, passive defense really takes effect!

Fang Zhuo continued: "The current situation and the difficulties encountered by Yike are not what I want to see. What I hope most is that Yike makes products that consumers like. Regarding the short selling of Yike by institutions, I am very disappointed. I’ve told you so before.”

“Our well-informed investors will not be swayed by one-sided, positive and unsubstantiated reports with vested interests.”

"All short-selling institutions are bearish on Yike, and they know what's going on."

He shrugged: "If some institutions really deceive themselves, I can only say that they bring it upon themselves and reap the consequences."

I've said it a long time ago, I've said it a long time ago, I won't let you go short, you have to go short!

Look, it’s your own fault and the consequences!

Make money quickly!

"As for the future of Yike, I still hope that everyone will not pay too much attention to the performance of the financial market. Yike is a down-to-earth company. We just make products and sell products, that's all." Fang Zhuo was in the reporter's sight. Xia said words that fit his status, and then said euphemistically, "Yike and I just take what we deserve."

I, Fang Zhuo, have always been kind to others, and I deserve all of this.

He finally gave the reporters time to take photos and videos, and then nodded to everyone, indicating that it was over.

Airport security and assistants have cleared space.

Fang Zhuo walked quickly to the elevator.

The reporters were blocked at the back and were still asking questions loudly.

"Mr. Fang, please say a few more words."

"Mr. Fang, will you deliver the stocks?"

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Mr. Fang, I have already shorted Nokia."

Fang Zhuo was amused by this sentence, and while the elevator was closing, he smiled and waved to everyone.

An elevator leads to the underground garage.

Tao Ruohong, a reporter from "China Securities News", was still following her. She still didn't quite understand what happened, but a rough outline seemed to appear in front of her.

Flip?

Did Yike make short-selling institutions suffer?

Is this Mr. Fang's premeditated plan?

"Mr. Fang, didn't you say that on the plane? You also said that Yike needs this?" Tao Ruohong thought of his sincere draft, his own arguments, and his questions on the plane.

What was Mr. Fang's expression at that time?

Fang Zhuo nodded: "Yike needs this, needs growth and stormy waves."

"It's the others who are shocked, but it's the others who are horrified, right?" Tao Ruohong stared at Mr. Fang closely, "You also said you don't regret it..."

Fang Zhuo nodded again: "Well, I don't regret it. I hope others will regret it."

Tao Ruohong: "..."

There were several Yike cars parked in the underground garage, and one was also prepared for the two people from the Securities News.

"Thank you "China Securities Journal" for your concern for me and Yike. When I know that I have old friends with me in the United States, although I don't say it, my heart is still warm." Fang Zhuo said before getting in the car.

Tao Ruohong smiled bitterly and said meaningfully: "Mr. Fang, we still hope that next time you will say that no matter what, we hope that Yike can grow stronger."

Fang Zhuo finally shook hands with the reporter and saw another reporter coming down from the elevator.

He smiled, got in the car and closed the door.

The motorcade drove away slowly, followed by media cars.

However, when people come to Shanghai, they don’t have so many worries, and I believe things will calm down soon.

Fang Zhuo sat in the car, breathing the safe air of his hometown, and silently used his mobile phone to reply to the concerns of some old friends overseas and at home.

Up to now, there are no problems at the financial level. Locks have been locked and notices have been announced. The only thing that remains doubtful is whether there will be changes from other levels within the next two days.

Fang Zhuo made a special trip to inform Lu Peining before leaving New York. Now, the other party should also know how the legal profits came from.

It should also be known what the size of this legitimate profit is.

Therefore, protecting the development of outstanding enterprises and safeguarding everyone's legitimate profits is what American civil servants should do.

Fang Zhuo believes that even if there are some minor twists and turns in the past two days, it should not be a big problem and Yike stock can successfully open in the United States on Monday. After all, Geithner's seat is also critical.

The destination of the car is Henglong.

On Fang Zhuo Road, he was thinking about unplugging some high-end network cables. As soon as he saw the Yike billboard, he saw an acquaintance from Goldman Sachs standing under the building.

The car stopped and the group got out.

The security assistants are still vigilant in maintaining the boss's space, and there are also many reporters squatting here at the Yike headquarters.

Fang Zhuo walked forward quickly and took the initiative to extend his right hand to greet his old friend: "Mr. Xu, why are you here? Why don't you go up and sit down?"

Xu Kaiwei, the president in charge of Goldman Sachs' investment business in China, is also an old acquaintance of Mr. Fang who has had many dealings with him. This time, he was called by the United States and asked to come forward to persuade him to make peace.

"I have to come, Mr. Fang, you, you are..." Xu Kaiwei sighed, "You are really awesome!"

Fang Zhuo looked confused: "Why do you have to come? Goldman Sachs and I had a happy cooperation before. Could it be possible..."

Xu Kaiwei nodded slowly, indeed, it was what Mr. Fang had guessed.

"Is it possible that you switched jobs to other hedge funds?" Fang Zhuo guessed.

Xu Kaiwei smiled helplessly: "Mr. Fang, you know how to run."

There will be a run on people and a run on short positions.

He had to be honest: "I heard that Goldman Sachs has funds in the United States, and I also bought some put options this time."

Fang Zhuo was shocked and said: "What?"

Xu Kaiwei: "..."

Fang Zhuo said angrily: "This is Goldman Sachs! We are close partners!"

Xu Kaiwei coughed: "Mr. Fang, let's go up and talk."

Fang Zhuo sighed: "I didn't expect that the first person to rush to me was Goldman Sachs. Mr. Xu, you really let me down."

"I'm actually not the first one." Xu Kaiwei corrected, "They are already up there."

Many organizations also have branches or offices in China, and this is his request of this nature.

"Already up there? Let's go, you guys, you guys are really speechless." Fang Zhuo shook his head and led the people to go up.

Just when a group of people had just taken a few steps, a voice suddenly came from mid-air.

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang!" A foreigner's head poked out from the window on the unknown floor of Hang Lung Building. As he shouted hoarsely, half of his body began to move out.

Fang Zhuo raised his head and squinted his eyes, oh, some people are on top, and some people are on top like this.

"Mr. Fang, you can't do this!" The foreigner shouted in English, "How many people will lose their money if you do this! You will make it impossible for me to live!"

The foreign friend who was suspected of jumping off the building quickly attracted the attention of the crowd below and the surrounding media cameras who tried to get closer.

Fang Zhuo frowned slightly when faced with such a request.

The secretary next to him, Liu Zonghong, noticed the change in his boss and immediately gave orders to his assistants coldly.

"Clear the place and don't let anyone take pictures."

"Call the police and bring a life mat."

"Call cleaning and get ready to wash the floor."

The assistants dispersed, leaving only two to pay attention to the boss's safety and not to suddenly jump down and hit Mr. Fang.

Fang Zhuo said to Xu Kaiwei: "Let's go, Mr. Xu, don't hit you."

Xu Kaiwei opened his mouth, but still no words came out.

Financial longs and shorts are either your death or my death. In many cases, this is not just a duel of numbers.

Now that I'm at the poker table, I'm willing to admit defeat. There's nothing much to say.

This friend, who might be from the nearby agency, was just warming up the place for Mr. Fang's return.