What do you mean by quitting the business? I'm not a big shot.

Chapter 580 Dare to Go?
As soon as the market opened, sell orders flooded in, prompting major companies to step in and buy back their shares. Hundreds of trading firms worked together to stem the tide and actively rescue the market.

Within half an hour, the trading volume exceeded HK$1 billion, with frequent changes between red and green. The Hang Seng Index did not fall, but investors were unusually restless.

Li Fuzhao, dressed in a silver-gray suit, sat in his office, staring at the screen, and sneered coldly, "Can you hold on? Can you hold on for even a day?"

"Can you support the Hong Kong stock market, and support the entire world?"

The Hang Seng Index wasn't the only one showing unusual activity; all stock markets, including Sydney, London, New York, Toronto, Tokyo, and Seoul, were affected by the Dow Jones Industrial Average.

Governments around the world are attempting to rescue their markets, but signs of a herd mentality and panic selling are already emerging. Even if the entire Chinese business community mobilizes to prop up the market and temporarily stabilizes Hong Kong stocks, the mere collapse of a foreign stock market will trigger panic among investors.

History has repeatedly proven that stock market investors are lambs, lacking reason and judgment.

Wang Qiming suddenly pushed open the door and rushed into the office, exclaiming in alarm, "Brother Zhao, someone's dumping shares! 0002 is going to fall!"

When Li Fuzhao saw the number 0002 on the screen turn from green to red, he suddenly stood up, his eyes revealing a fierce look, and slammed his fist on the table, saying, "You bastard, you dare to smash our plate?"

"Go on a shopping spree, hold them off for now!"

Although British stocks are destined to fall, retail investors need to be siphoned off before the fall. Chinese stocks will then be driven even lower. There's no need to escape Wall Street; as long as British stocks can outrun Chinese stocks, they will win.

The fact that he dared to launch a proactive attack in the market and disrupt British-owned assets was indeed beyond Li Fuzhao's expectations. Only that person could make such an aggressive decision.

But because it was unexpected, the British consortium was unprepared, had no buyback plan, and did not mobilize funds, and was suddenly knocked unconscious.

In the trading hall, investors were alarmed to see one British-owned blue-chip stock after another plummeting in price, and hurriedly placed sell orders.

"sell!"

"Sell HSBC entirely."

When British stocks plummeted, everyone understood—the stock market crash arrived as expected, right on time!
The Hang Seng Index, which had been holding firm for a long time, began to decline steadily, like a waterfall cascading down without any rebound. Investors panicked and, regardless of whether the stocks were British or Chinese-owned, began selling off their shares.

On the 8th floor, in the owners' floor, Shi Zhanpeng took the cigar out of his mouth and said excitedly, "Big boss, foreign stocks have fallen much more sharply than Chinese stocks."

Yin Zhaotang, one hand in his pocket, stared at the stock market, a sneer playing on his lips: "Which stock are you picking? Dare to mess with me? I'll flip the table. You want it to fall? Let it fall as much as it wants!"

A complete panic sell-off would cause the stock market to plummet, resulting in losses for both China and the UK.

But a single loss is worse than a double loss. Since we can't win, let's change our strategy: let's not win. Let's bet everything, just to make you lose too.

Business owners who build large businesses often possess a certain ruthlessness and understand that only by taking drastic measures can they survive. When Yin Zhaotang shared his new plan with everyone, it immediately received widespread support. Therefore, the second step became the first: Chinese businessmen dumped their shares to save themselves, and in less than an hour, the Hang Seng Index dropped by 200 points.

Countless office workers, suddenly bursting into profanities and losing their temper, are in countless situations. Countless restaurant kitchen staff, owners, chefs, and dishwashers are all cursing at Youde.

People walking on the street visibly became restless and uneasy. Radio stations broadcasted updates on the stock market, and the entire city was filled with anxiety.

Li Fuzhao stood frozen in front of the electronic screen, staring at the sea of ​​red. He calmed himself, narrowed his eyes, and said seriously, "The younger generation is truly formidable, incredibly brave." "However, treating a financial war like a street brawl? These are thugs, their heads filled with mud. Have they forgotten who owns the stock market?"

Li Fuqing and Hu Baixi followed Li Fuzhao as he left the office. Wang Qiming remained at the exchange, overseeing the trading process.

Li Fuzhao then boarded his Mercedes-Benz and ordered his driver to head to the Hong Kong government headquarters on Tim Mei Avenue in Central. He then revealed his identity and entered the Financial Secretary's office.

At this point, the morning market closed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Chen Jinfen even had time to take the elevator down and have lunch with Yin Zhaotang at the Zhongyi Foundation.

Shi Zhanpeng also needed to keep an eye on foreign markets. Holding the documents, he seized the opportunity to report: "Boss, after the Hong Kong stock market opened lower this morning, the stock markets in Toronto, London, Sydney, and Tokyo all plummeted. The Dow Jones hasn't opened yet, but several investment banks have issued risk warnings, and the situation is not optimistic."

While eating his pork chop rice, Yin Zhaotang laughed and said, "Mr. Chen, there's another tough battle this afternoon."

Chen Jinfen nodded: "In the morning, the British capital was caught off guard. In the afternoon, they will prepare their bargaining chips and will definitely come to the rescue."

"Although we may not win, we will definitely not lose."

When both sides lose, there are no winners, nor are there any losers. Moreover, the game will return to a balance point, at least stabilizing Chinese investment and preventing foreign capital from being exploited.

In just one morning, the Hang Seng Index trading volume exceeded 10 billion, setting a new historical record, demonstrating the immense power that Yin Zhaotang could leverage.

When Chinese businesspeople unite as one, the punches they throw are incredibly fierce.

History has been changed.

The traders sat at their desks, eating boxed lunches and drinking coffee, taking advantage of the lunch break to quickly satisfy their physiological needs.

On television, on TVB's midday news channel, the host suddenly received a script and read aloud: "We are broadcasting an emergency government announcement. Mr. Li Fuzhao, Chairman of the Stock Exchange of Hong Kong, has announced the Financial Secretary's latest decision. In response to the stock market crash, the Hong Kong government has decided to suspend trading for four days to ensure the safety of the stock market."

Financial Secretary Sir John Chow stated that the government will actively support the market.

The traders, engrossed in their meal, stopped eating, silently looked up, their faces filled with astonishment. Chen Jinfen stared blankly at the news, lost in thought. Yin Zhaotang dropped his chopsticks, utterly incredulous.

Is halting trading to save the market?

Investors were already in a state of panic. The only way for the government to rescue the market was to inject money to stabilize investor confidence. Freezing stock trading would only exacerbate the panic; once it started four days later, the Hong Kong stock market would inevitably collapse. After a long pause, Chen Jinfen finally managed to stammer, "They've gone mad! Zhai Kecheng and Li Fuzhao have both gone mad!"

However, this is the decision the Stock Exchange has historically made. Even with Yin Zhaotang uniting Chinese capital, he couldn't stop the foreigners from ruthlessly cutting into the company. They were willing to be splattered with blood, but they were determined to stuff the meat into their mouths.

Yin Zhaotang sneered: "Ha, the stock market crash has only just begun."

Even Chen Jinfen, a seasoned veteran of the financial world, couldn't help but swallow hard, and said somewhat bewilderedly, "Mr. Yin, we can't sell, we can't buy, what should we do now?"

Yin Zhaotang took a deep breath and said, "If you have the guts, the market will still be open this afternoon. The trading hall isn't locked, do you think the foreigners can just close it whenever they want? If administrative regulations were effective, what would we need guns and cannons for? Let's see if you dare to step in."

(End of this chapter)