23: Chapter 23 Dormitory Warehouse Construction, Hunter Enters the Game

"Whoosh—"

The order was just executed and cashed out.

The next second, the skyrocketing curve that had been shooting straight to the clouds transformed into a decapitating waterfall, crashing down violently.

It instantly pierced through the initial starting point of the rise.

If the position had been closed one second later.

Shen Du's floating profit of over ten million and his principal of two hundred and thirty thousand would have been instantly liquidated in the crash, leaving nothing behind.

In front of the trading desk, there was dead silence.

The boss was soaked in cold sweat, sliding into his chair as if exhausted.

He stared blankly at the settlement figure on the backend, which finally settled at "13,420,000" after deducting transaction fees.

His lips trembled: "Five minutes... made fourteen million... How did you calculate that?"

Shen Du shoved his phone back into his pocket.

He pulled out a few hundred-yuan bills and slapped them onto the ashtray-covered table with a "snap".

"Just good luck."

"This is a tip, hope to see you again."

Leaving these words behind, Shen Du lifted the door curtain.

Before the other gamblers noticed, he vanished into the cold, biting night of early winter in Shanghai.

This was indeed luck.

At this point in time, the only market for quick money left was the 'zhengzhou cotton futures demon stock'.

Shen Du had learned about it in his previous life while browsing forums, from someone who had made money.

If he had lost everything this time, he would have had to take his thirty percent equity certificate of Meituan to apply for a mortgage loan.

He didn't do that at the beginning because he didn't want people to know he was short on money.

This would only expose his weaknesses.

Two in the morning.

With a soft "bang", the boys' dormitory door was pushed open.

Shen Du, wrapped in cold wind, strode into the room.

He didn't take off his jacket.

He walked straight to the other three beds and kicked the iron frames at the foot of each one.

Amidst the "clanging" sound of metal colliding, Shen Du's voice suddenly exploded: "Xu Hao, Chen Fei, Lin Zimo!"

"Stop sleeping, get up and open accounts to make money."

Startled awake by the commotion, the three roommates who had been sleeping soundly sprang up.

Xu Hao, with his bedhead, wiped his face groggily, completely unaware of what was happening.

Chen Fei, sleeping on the opposite bed, shivered from the cold wind.

He wrapped himself tightly in his quilt and poked half his head out: "Brother Du... it's the middle of the night, what are you going crazy for? Are we going to rob a bank..."

Lin Zimo rubbed his sleepy eyes, looking at Shen Du standing under the bed, his brain in a state of shutdown.

Facing the three of them, Shen Du didn't waste any words.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, turning on the desk lamp.

"Snap."

The harsh light illuminated Shen Du's face, which showed no signs of fatigue.

He raised his eyes, scanned the three on the upper bunks, and issued the order: "Get down. Dig out all your ID cards and bank cards. Now."

Intimidated by Shen Du's sense of oppression, the three looked at each other, not daring to complain.

They shivered as they climbed down from their beds, rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find their documents and cards, and piled them on Shen Du's desk.

Shen Du pulled open two laptops.

His fingers tapped on the keyboards.

Using their personal information, he registered over a dozen hidden sub-accounts in one go.

He knew the cruelty of the capital market better than anyone.

The upcoming capital was too large; if the tens of millions in principal were all dumped into a single account with no background, it would be treated as a fat sheep by the market makers watching the board the next day.

To enter the game safely, the funds had to be dispersed.

Looking at the registered accounts on the screen, a sharp glint flashed in Shen Du's eyes.

This high-stakes gamble on "zhengzhou cotton futures" was shockingly huge.

Although he had forced Red Phoenix to use over ten million as a suicide squad.

But he, Shen Du, could not just watch the show.

This piece of fat meat, Red Phoenix would eat the big portion, but he himself had to enter the field as well.

Shen Du switched to the online banking transfer interface.

He cleanly transferred ten million out of the thirteen million he had just fished out of the foreign exchange platform.

This ten million was cut up by him and quickly injected into the various sub-accounts under his roommates' names.

After doing all this, Shen Du leaned his body slightly forward, staring intently at the K-line of the main zhengzhou cotton futures contract on the computer screen.

"Build positions."

The sound of the final Enter key press echoed in the dormitory.

Ten million in principal, ten times leverage, long position with full margin.

There was still more than a month until the final harvest.

The remaining three million-plus was enough for him to dominate the Shanghai circle of second-generation elites for a while.

In mid-October, the weather in Shanghai turned a bit chilly.

Inside a suite at the Peninsula Hotel by the Huangpu River, the atmosphere was oppressive.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

A busy signal came from the receiver.

Young Master Han placed the landline receiver back in its place, took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and rubbed his swollen brow.

Gao Yang, sitting on the sofa opposite, held half a glass of Black Label whiskey and frowned: "Still not meeting?"

Young Master Han picked up the glasses cloth on the table and wiped the lenses: "Young Master Jie went to Europe to see an exhibition. Zhou Wennan made an excuse about preparing family financial reports. Zhu Shuyan didn't answer the phone, only had his assistant reply with 'indisposed'."

Gao Yang tapped his glass on the glass coffee table, the ice cubes clinking: "Bullshit!"

"Last night someone saw Zhu Shuyan at a club in Xintiandi, holding two escorts and drinking. We came all the way from Beijing to scout the path, and these three local snakes won't even give us this much face?"

"They aren't denying face to Beijing."

Young Master Han put his glasses back on: "They are afraid of getting involved with the character 'Shen'."

Gao Yang was stunned for a moment.

"Yesterday I used my family's connections to dig deeper into Shanghai."

Young Master Han lowered his voice: "The real Shanghai Shen Family... from top to bottom, no one touches business."

"They are all in politics, their network of connections spreads from Shanghai to all corners of the country."

The suite quieted down.

Gao Yang's Adam's apple bobbed.

As fellow family descendants, he understood the weight of such a background.

They were the rule makers; families below the second tier didn't even have the qualifications to make contact.

"Young Master Jie and the others are very shrewd."

Young Master Han walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the river water below: "They can't figure it out either. Is this 'Shen Du' who suddenly popped up just a con artist with the same surname, or someone released by the Shen Family to gain experience?"

"Before the situation is clear, whoever gets together with us two outsiders to probe is risking their family's future. That's why they would rather play dead than let us in."

Gao Yang didn't respond.

He looked down at the coffee table, at the three invitation cards that hadn't even been unsealed and had been returned unopened.

A moment later, he pulled a cigarette from his pack and bit down on it.

He pressed the lighter with a "click".

Seven in the evening.

A black Mercedes S600 turned onto Jianguo West Road, driving into the shadows of the plane tree canopy.

No neon lights, no line of luxury cars.

The Mercedes slowed down in front of the black lacquered double doors; the gate opened automatically, and the vehicle sank straight into the underground garage.

Young Master Han pushed open the car door.

There were no idlers in the underground space.

Guided by the butler, they stepped into the direct elevator.

Accompanied by a slight sense of weightlessness, the elevator door opened in the corridor of the inner courtyard on the second floor.

Passing through the soundproof door.

The two stepped into an antique, exclusive private room.

Qin Tiankuo was sitting next to the main seat; seeing them enter, he stood up to welcome them.

"The two of you have come from afar; getting the cold shoulder is something you'll get used to."

Qin Tiankuo smiled, his manner familiar: "Young Master Jie and the others have their reservations. But in Shanghai, I, Qin Tiankuo, can still invite you two for a drink at 'Yonglu'."

Young Master Han nodded.

His gaze swept across the private room, which didn't even have any waitstaff, and he silently upgraded his assessment of Qin Tiankuo's resources by several levels.

Qin Tiankuo turned to the side, pointing to the young man standing on the sofa to introduce him: "Young Master Han, Young Master Gao, let me introduce you."

"This is Wei Ziang. His family is in the coal mining business over in Shanxi."

Hearing the words "Shanxi" and "coal mining", Gao Yang, who was unbuttoning his suit jacket, paused for half a second.

Young Master Han exchanged a look with Gao Yang.

Coal boss, nouveau riche.

Young Master Han knew the score.

He knew that in a game like this where one needed to scout the path, a coal boss was the most useful stepping stone.

Young Master Han put on a polite smile.

He stepped forward half a step and extended his right hand: "Young Master Wei, nice to meet you."

The private room was very quiet, with no service staff standing around.

Only a wisp of agarwood exhaled from the Boshan incense burner in the corner.

Qin Tiankuo placed the 1980s iron-cap Moutai with a slightly faded label on the rosewood turntable.

He picked up a hot towel to wipe his hands and went straight to the point.

"The reason you two are willing to give me face today, besides the old friendship between our families, is even more because we have a common goal."

Qin Tiankuo's gaze swept over the two: "Shen Du."

Hearing this name.

Wei Ziang's chopsticks, which were picking up food, paused, his face flushing red.

Young Master Han didn't respond.

He picked up the decanter and poured himself half a cup of the slightly yellowed aged Moutai.

His gaze naturally landed on Wei Ziang.

"Young Master Qin is straightforward."

Young Master Han rotated the ceramic wine cup in his hand, his tone gentle: "Brother Ziang, I heard that you clashed with this 'Young Master Shen' right after school started?"

"Can you tell us in detail, what kind of style does he have?"

Being asked personally by people from Beijing.

Wei Ziang's vanity and the previous humiliation were ignited.

He didn't want to show weakness in front of the two.

"Young Master Han, that kid is insanely arrogant!"

Wei Ziang slapped his chopsticks onto the bone plate, putting on a brave face and embellishing the story: "The day school started, I drove my Land Rover to the dormitory building to pick someone up."

"I stepped on the gas pedal a couple of times, which disturbed this young master's leisure. The way he looked at me at that time was just like looking at a beggar."

"A few days ago, I thought I'd set up a game to test the waters, so I invited him to Lanting Mansion. And guess what happened?"