887: Chapter 882 Let the profits rise a little longer

An Ran put down her wine glass, her red lips parting slightly.

"Shen Yan, I know the difficulties Shenlan Group is facing, but three billion is no small sum. What will you use to repay it? Relying on that old man of yours who is still playing with mud in the lab?"

"Relying on the nickel ore contract in the Donghai futures market."

Shen Yan took out a document from his bag and pushed it in front of An Ran.

"Tomorrow morning, I will go all-in short on nickel ore."

An Ran's pupils contracted sharply.

She looked at Shen Yan as if he were a madman.

"Short nickel ore? The current market is entirely bullish. Indonesia's export ban hasn't even been implemented yet, and the whole world is buying on the rise. Are you going to commit suicide?"

"This is why I need to borrow money."

Shen Yan leaned back against the leather sofa, his posture relaxed.

"When everyone is greedy, that is the best time to hunt."

"I have an exact source of information: tomorrow, the policy in Indonesia will reverse, and a major mining company will expose a scandal about falsifying inventory."

Shen Yan told a lie.

He couldn't expose the system, so he had to fabricate an insider tip that sounded plausible.

In financial circles, insider information is more precious than gold, and more fatal than poison.

An Ran stared into Shen Yan's eyes, trying to see through the man's soul.

She had seen countless gamblers lose everything in this arena of fame and fortune—people jumping off buildings, going insane, it was commonplace.

But Shen Yan was different.

He was too calm.

That kind of calmness wasn't the frenzy of a gambler; it was the bated breath of a hunter before pulling the trigger.

"If you lose, Shenlan Group belongs to me."

An Ran set the condition.

"If I lose, my genius son and I will work for you for the rest of our lives."

Shen Yan raised the stakes.

An Ran laughed, a charming and alluring sound.

"Deal."

"The money will be in your private account by nine tomorrow morning."

The next morning, in the secret trading room on the top floor of Shenlan Group.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and over a dozen multi-screen computers emitted a faint blue light.

Chen Guangke sat in front of a computer with several traders. The backs of all their shirts were soaked with cold sweat.

They were confidantes Shen Yan had temporarily pulled over, having signed the highest level of confidentiality agreements.

When they heard Shen Yan's order was to 'go all-in short on nickel ore,' two of the traders immediately wanted to resign.

It was practically throwing money into a pit of fire.

Shen Yan sat on the sofa at the back, holding an iced Americano. The large screen in front of him displayed fluctuating red and green K-line charts.

Nine-thirty, the market opened.

The nickel ore price surged as if injected with adrenaline, opening two points higher immediately.

"Brother Yan! It's rising! Still rising!"

Chen Guangke's voice was trembling. He watched the margin in the account rapidly shrink, wincing in pain.

"Add to the position."

Shen Yan's voice was steady.

"But..."

"I told you to add to the position."

Shen Yan's tone hardened slightly, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Chen Guangke gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and roared, "Short orders enter! Push all of CEO An's funds in!"

The billions in short orders were like a deep-sea bomb thrown into the boiling market.

The market flickered slightly, then was swallowed by an even more surging army of bulls.

The price continued to climb.

Ten o'clock.

Ten-thirty.

Eleven o'clock.

Every second, the funds evaporating from the account amounted to a Ferrari.

The conference room door was pushed open.

Li Guofu barged in with several shareholders, waving contracts in his hands.

"Shen Yan! Stop hiding here playing mysterious! Less than an hour left, where is the money?"

Li Guofu immediately saw the shocking loss figures on the big screen.

He was stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter.

"Hahaha! Short nickel ore? Shen Yan, has your brain been flooded?"

"I thought you were just badly managed, but I didn't expect you to be a complete wastrel!"

"It's over, Shenlan Group is finished. Now you not only have to forfeit the company to us, but you'll also go to jail!"

The other shareholders looked on with schadenfreude, as if they could already see Shen Yan kneeling and begging for mercy.

Wu Ya blocked the doorway but was roughly shoved aside by Li Guofu.

"Get lost! You have no right to speak here!"

Shen Yan remained seated on the sofa, not even lifting an eyelid.

He glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

Eleven twenty-eight.

Two minutes left until the crash time predicted by the system.

"Director Li, why the rush?"

Shen Yan took a sip of coffee, the bitter taste spreading in his mouth.

"The good show has just begun."

"Stubborn to the end!"

Li Guofu pulled out his phone, preparing to call legal counsel.

"I don't have time to waste words with you. Right now..."

Before he finished speaking, a trader in the room suddenly exclaimed.

"It moved! It moved!"

Li Guofu subconsciously looked towards the big screen.

The originally soaring red K-line suddenly plummeted like a kite whose string had snapped.

A long green bearish candle instantly pierced through all previous support levels.

"What... What is happening?"

Li Guofu rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

"News! Major news!"

Another trader jumped up excitedly, pointing at a news pop-up and shouting.

"Reuters breaking news! A magnitude 7.8 earthquake struck Indonesia's largest nickel ore production area, triggering a tsunami warning! Simultaneously, Donghai Port seized one hundred thousand tons of smuggled nickel ore, causing a sudden surge in market supply!"

Although the reason was different from what Shen Yan fabricated, the result was the same.

In reality, it was a double black swan event involving geopolitics and natural disaster.

But none of that mattered.

What mattered was that nickel had crashed.

The K-line chart on the big screen looked like a flooding waterfall, plunging thousands of feet.

The arrogant army of bulls from moments ago instantly stampeded in panic.

Everyone wanted to run, but no one wanted to take the other side.

The price plummeted straight down.

Five percent.

Ten percent.

Fifteen percent.

This was a nuclear-level fluctuation in the futures market.

The numbers in Shen Yan's account instantly flipped from shocking green losses to red, and then began to jump wildly.

Single digits.

Double digits.

Triple digits.

This was geometric growth.

In the trading room, besides the sound of keyboards clicking, there was only the sound of Li Guofu and the shareholders' chattering teeth.

"This... this is impossible..."

Li Guofu's face turned ashen, and the contract in his hand dropped to the floor with a thud.

He wasn't an idiot; he understood what that line meant.

It meant Shen Yan hadn't lost; on the contrary, he had made a fortune.

The original three billion principal, combined with dozens of times the leverage, meant the current profit was already an astronomical figure.

Chen Guangke was now flushed with excitement, like a madman waving a baton.

"Brother Yan! It's doubled! Double! Triple!"

"Should we close the position? If we close now, we'll be set for life!"

Shen Yan set down his coffee cup and stood up, walking over to the trembling Li Guofu.

He was a head taller than Li Guofu, looking down upon the previously arrogant fat man.

"No rush."

Shen Yan's voice was soft, yet it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Let the profit rise a little longer."