Pretending to be bankrupt, I was kicked out of the family chat group

"Li Bonan, you go and check in first. I have a few calls to make."

"Of course, Miss Ye."

Ye Yumo walked into the hotel's VIP lounge, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

"It's me. I transferred the money to the designated account and started shorting Penguin Group." She spoke firmly without any hesitation.

At the same time, Hong Kong Island's financial circle began to commotion.

On the big screen, Penguin Group's stock began to fall sharply.

Many investors are pale and in a hurry.

In an intimate restaurant, Ye Yumo held a red wine glass and smiled while watching the news scrolling on the TV wall.

"Looks like our plan is going well," she whispered.

"Very smooth, Miss Ye.

The funds are fully in place and the short-selling operation has begun. Li Bonan responded, his eyes full of respect.

"very good.

So, what's next...? "

Ye Yumo hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Continue to increase our holdings of stocks that we are optimistic about, especially in energy and technology.

In the meantime, I would like you to start preparing for meetings with several large investment funds, especially those with large holdings in Penguin Group. "

"A very wise choice, Miss Ye." Li Bonan was full of confidence in Ye Yumo's decision.

After the meal, Ye and Mo returned to the hotel's penthouse suite.

She stood in front of the window, overlooking the night view of the entire Hong Kong Island, with thousands of lights and bustling buildings.

The phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw that it was a text message from a well-known financial magazine in Hong Kong.

"Ms. Ye, you have been named one of the most influential financial figures in Hong Kong this year. Are you willing to accept our exclusive interview?"

Ye Yumo smiled slightly and typed one word: "Okay".

She knew that this short-selling operation against Penguin Group was just the prelude to a big drama.

In this city full of opportunities and challenges, her story has just begun.

In a bustling office building in Yanjing, Ye and Mo were sitting in a gorgeous office, with various real-time trend charts and data displayed on the computer screen in front of them.

Her eyes were like lightning, like a cheetah watching its prey, sharp and yet calm.

If outsiders saw this scene, they would definitely think that she is an out-and-out workaholic.

But in fact, this kind of concentration is the secret to her continuous success in the stock market and futures market.

"The trend chart of Penguin Group is fluctuating again. It seems it is time to take action." Ye Yumo said to his secretary assistant Jin Ling'er.

Jin Ling'er took out her iPad, quickly browsed a few pages of information and responded: "Indeed, from all aspects of analysis, now is the best time to short Penguin Group."

Ye Yumo nodded slightly, then clicked a few times with the mouse, and a huge transaction was completed.

She shorted Penguin Group.

The news spread like wildfire.

Every decision made by Ye Yumo seems to have some kind of magic, which can lead a large number of investors to follow.

Soon, more and more people were shorting Penguin Group in the market.

In a chic cafe, several young people gathered together and discussed the incident in low voices.

"Have you heard? Female stock goddess Ye Yumo shorted Penguin Group!"

"Really? Then I have to do it quickly."

On the TV in the cafe, financial news was being broadcast: "Female stock gods Ye Yumo shorted Penguin Group today, and Penguin Group's stock price fell by 10%."

In a luxurious office at the Penguin Group headquarters, Ma Huateng sat on a big chair, his face ashen.

He slapped the table hard, "What does this mean?! Ten percent!"

His assistant came in, holding a report in his hand, "Boss, this decline may expand further.

A large number of investors have followed Ye Yumo in shorting Penguin Group. "

Ma Huateng dropped the pen in his hand angrily, "Find out her background. I want to know how she did it?"

As far away as Hong Kong Island.

At this moment, Ye Yumo's cell phone rang. She picked up the phone and saw a message from Jin Ling'er: "On the third day of the crash, Penguin Group's stock price fell further to 20%."

The corners of Ye Yumo's mouth raised slightly, but there was no proud expression at all.

She knew that this was just the beginning of a game.

At the same time, major financial websites and social platforms are full of discussions about this incident.

The comment area was even more lively.

"Ye Yumo is so awesome, 20%!"

"The female stock goddess doesn't deserve her reputation for nothing."

"What happened to Penguin Group? Such a big company has been suppressed like this."

The stock department of Penguin Group seemed to have entered a whirlpool, and everything seemed to be in chaos and out of control.

In the room, stock traders stared at the screen expressionlessly, their fingers tapping on the keyboard as fast as flying, and everyone was nervous.

This tension filled the room like an indescribable mist.

"Look, it's down again!" a trader shouted.

"Don't panic, hold the position!" shouted the department manager, Mr. Wu, his brows furrowed like a bridge about to collapse.

The phones are ringing one after another, and all kinds of data and information are pouring into this already messy space like a torrent.

A trader named Zhang Yao covered her ears and tried not to be overwhelmed by the pressure: "Damn it, have you entered the stock market version of a 'black hole'?"

At this time, the atmosphere in the Penguin Group's high-level conference room was on the verge of breaking out.

Senior managers from various departments sat on luxurious leather chairs, facing a huge conference table filled with various exquisite crystal jewelry and high-end tea sets.

Ma Huateng sat in the chairman's seat with a gloomy expression.

He tapped the table gently, as if every tap was releasing the anger in his heart.

"Explain to me why it's like this?" His voice was low and oppressive.

"Mr. Ma, we are already doing our best to deal with it, but there are too many variables in the market and it is difficult to predict -" a senior vice president mumbled.

"Don't listen to this nonsense again!" Ma Huateng stood up suddenly, like a volcano about to erupt, "I ask the stock department to fight back with all its strength! I will allocate 30 billion Hong Kong dollars to you. This is your war fund!"

The senior executives looked at each other in confusion. Ma Huateng's decision was undoubtedly high-risk.

But who dares to refute? They could only nod, "Yes, Mr. Ma."

Returning to the stock department, Mr. Wu received instructions from the top management. He stood in the middle of the office area and announced: "Everyone, the boss has allocated 30 billion Hong Kong dollars to us. We must fight back with all our strength!"

For a time, the atmosphere in the department seemed to be given a shot in the arm.

Traders seem to have seen a glimmer of light, but everyone knows in their hearts that this war has just begun.

Moreover, this is a shocking battlefield.