135: Chapter 136 The Billion-Dollar Trump Card Whispered in His Ear

April 15th, Sunday.

Inside the president's office at the Jiyuan Technology headquarters in Magic City, it was so quiet that only the faint sound of the central air conditioning louvers could be heard.

"Click."

The metal doorknob made a crisp sound, and the heavy solid wood door was pushed open from the outside.

The first thing that crossed the threshold and caught Shen Du's eyes were a pair of slender legs stepping in silver diamond-encrusted peep-toe high heels.

The nude-colored stockings clinging to her skin shimmered with a delicate matte finish under the afternoon sunlight streaming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Having just rushed back from Zhejiang, Hong Yun had clearly stopped by her luxury flat in Magic City first.

She had completely shed the dark-colored suit that was full of workplace oppression she usually wore during meetings at the live-streaming base.

In its place was a wine-red dress tailored to perfectly fit her figure.

The fabric had a beautiful drape, swaying slightly at her calves with every step she took.

The style looked modest, but it was carefully tightened at the waist, abdomen, and hips.

It outlined her proud curves in full detail.

Hong Yun gripped the metal doorknob behind her and closed the door with a "click."

The heels of her shoes stepped firmly onto the edge of the thick carpet.

She lifted her chin, her gaze locking directly onto Shen Du, who was sitting behind the desk.

Looking at the body before him, wrapped in a wine-red dress and appearing even more alluring.

Shen Du's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his breathing paused for a fleeting half-second.

His gaze lingered on those stunning curves, and a dark ripple stirred in the depths of his eyes.

But immediately after.

As he lowered his head and blinked slightly, that instinctive agitation was forcefully suppressed.

When Shen Du raised his eyes again, his gaze had completely returned to the cold, clear sharpness of a trader.

He stood up from his wide boss chair and walked over to Hong Yun.

The moment they brushed past each other.

Shen Du did not reach out to embrace her, but instead reached over her shoulder and grasped the metal knob on the door lock.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, the heavy president's office door was completely locked.

There was no tenderness of a long-awaited reunion, nor any unnecessary pleasantries.

Shen Du turned around, walked straight back to the mahogany desk, and yanked open the drawer beside him.

He pulled out an A4 document filled with dense foreign acronyms and numerical codes.

Then, he turned around.

He handed the sheet, still warm from the printer's toner, directly to Hong Yun.

Hong Yun took the form with slight confusion.

Her eyes lowered, scanning the paper rapidly.

On the paper, a series of precise, hair-raising entry and exit points were clearly listed: short positions on international gold futures, buying spot Bitcoin at a price range of only ten to thirteen dollars, going long on the bottom of the Shanghai A-share index, as well as specific buying plans for the Facebook IPO and Tesla.

Her gaze slid quickly down the rows of data, finally settling on the funding allocation summary at the very bottom of the table.

Her previously steady breathing suddenly hitched when she saw that long string of zeros.

"One billion... USD?"

Hong Yun's fair fingers, painted with exquisite nail polish, tightened instantly.

A deep crease was pinched into the edge of the A4 paper.

She looked up sharply.

The allure and tenderness she had deliberately cultivated vanished instantly.

Only shock and gravity remained on her face.

As a woman who had struggled in the business world, and who had even emptied her own savings not long ago to lend Shen Du one billion RMB to fill a hole, she knew the current financial situation of Jiyuan Technology all too well.

"Shen Du, are you sure you don't want to play it safe?"

Hong Yun slammed the file shut, pressed it heavily onto the desk, and stared into Shen Du's eyes, speaking rapidly:

"The company absolutely cannot come up with this much cash right now.

You are suddenly mobilizing six or seven billion RMB equivalent to smash the overseas market.

Once this money gets trapped and liquidated while leveraging, the company's entire capital chain will break immediately. What will we use to fill this bottomless pit then?!"

Facing this woman who had completely disregarded her own interests and was wholly worried about his capital chain, Shen Du did not bother to bring out dry financial reports to explain.

He stepped forward directly.

He reached out, wrapped his arms around Hong Yun's soft waist, and with a slight flick of his wrist, pulled her toward him.

Hong Yun subconsciously tensed her back, her hands resting against Shen Du's chest.

But immediately after, the warm body heat coming through the shirt fabric caused her originally anxious mood to calm down significantly.

Shen Du lowered his head, leaned close to her fair ear, and lowered his voice, revealing his trump card in a volume only the two of them could hear:

"Don't worry about the domestic market.

This is a special fund allocated to me through overseas channels by the higher-ups to support the chip project."

"The total scale isn't one billion, it's ten billion... USD."

Feeling the body in his arms stiffen suddenly, Shen Du's palm rested on her back to soothe her gently, and he continued to whisper in her ear:

"The underlying physical product for the cold magnet engraving has actually been realized long ago.

To really build the production line in Zhangjiang, we won't even use a fraction of this money."

"As for the rest of the bulk, it's all currently sitting in an offshore account in Hong Kong, in an exempt status with no oversight.

It's equivalent to a massive amount of operating capital given to us for free by the higher-ups."

Shen Du's tone was as steady as if he were making small talk, but the weight behind his words was suffocating:

"As a trader, I can't just watch billions of dollars in liquid cash sit in an account and rot."

Upon hearing the origins of the funds, the tight string in Hong Yun's eyes finally relaxed completely.

She took a deep breath and took the heavy document back into her hands.

Her fingertips gently rubbed the edge of the A4 paper:

"I understand.

After I go back, I will directly interface with the offshore account in Hong Kong.

I will strictly build these positions according to the ratios and time nodes marked on your table."

Halfway through her sentence.

The capable, tough businesswoman persona Hong Yun had been forcing herself to maintain softened instantly, as if being unraveled.

Following the strength of Shen Du's wrist, she leaned her head gently on his shoulder.

Through his slightly thin shirt, Shen Du could clearly feel her warm breath hitting his neck.

"A one-billion-dollar market, even if you think with your toes, you know how exhausting it is to monitor cross-border trading..."

Hong Yun tilted her head up slightly, her lipstick-stained lips almost touching Shen Du's jawline.

There was a rare hint of coquettishness and complaint in her tone:

"I can't bear such huge pressure for you for nothing; you must find time to compensate me well over the next few days."

Shen Du did not speak.

He just slowly moved his palm, which was holding her waist, upward and rested it on her shoulder, stroking it gently.

He turned his head slightly, his lips close to her warm ear, and replied in a low voice:

"Alright. You arrange everything."