I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 463, Section 462: "They're the ones who ruined us!"

This is a big shot in the futures industry, and also the main short seller in this soybean meal futures speculation.

He actually committed suicide after his account was wiped out?!

"From what I've heard, the domestic demand for soybean meal isn't as strong as rumored," Mr. Zhang suddenly changed the subject.

Wang Decai was somewhat surprised to hear this, "Then why are spot prices also soaring?"

"Because someone is buying up large quantities of soybean meal spot, hoarding it, and deliberately driving up spot prices, causing futures prices to rise as well!" Mr. Zhang said in a low voice.

"Who is so despicable?!"

"Think about it, it must be the same group of people, engaging in cross-market operations," Mr. Zhang said.

"No wonder, I thought soybean meal prices were going to fall months ago, but they've been rising like crazy all the way up!" Wang Decai muttered.

"Their boss is Tian Hao from Yong'an Futures!" Manager Zhang said in a low voice, "A ruthless man who eats people alive!"

"I felt it too. Yong'an Futures has been dominating the top-performing stocks on the Dragon and Tiger List," Wang Decai chimed in. "They're the ones who ruined us!"

"Damn it!" Mr. Zhang picked up his wine glass and downed it in one gulp, then slammed the glass heavily on the table.

"They're the ones who made me lose everything and leave me with a mountain of debt. I may have no way out, but I'm not as cowardly as Boss Liao! Even if I'm going to die, I'll take a few of them down with me!"

"Mr. Zhang, what are you going to do?" Wang Decai asked in fear.

"To tell you the truth, I have a homemade bomb at home, which I made myself." Mr. Zhang lowered his voice: "I thought that if I couldn't survive one day, I would have someone force me to die with the person who forced me to this death!" A sinister look appeared on Mr. Zhang's fair face.

"I'm going to blow those bastards to bits!"

"what?!"

"Mr. Wang, are you in or not?!" Mr. Zhang suddenly asked.

"I?"

"Mr. Wang, you and I are both penniless now. Are you just going to watch those who drink our blood and eat our flesh live carefree lives? Why should they be happy while we suffer?!"
Mr. Zhang's words were like the devil's voice, full of temptation.

Yes, I'm bankrupt now, drowning in debt and being pressured by creditors to pay it back. My future fate is either jail or jumping off a building—either way, I'll die, so why not just die quickly?

Thinking of this, Mr. Wang said in a low voice, "Okay, I agree, let's do it together!"

“Okay, my plan is to go to the Yong’an Futures Trading Hall tomorrow morning when the futures market opens,” the two whispered as they plotted.

At this moment, Fang Qingye was traveling by car to Shanghai.

Unlike his usual cheerful demeanor on the road, today he had his brows furrowed and his expression solemn.

Yue Kai, who was driving, also noticed his unusual behavior, but he didn't ask. Instead, he tried to drive as smoothly as possible.

Something big was about to happen to him, and he became more vigilant.

The car arrived in Shanghai in the afternoon. Fang Qingye did not go to the villa or her company, but went straight to the Futures Building.

Shi Guangrong told him Wang Decai's address over the phone, and Fang Qingye immediately took a car to Shanghai, specifically to find him!

After taking the elevator to the 12th floor, Fang Qingye hurried out of the elevator and walked towards the west corridor, looking at the door number.

This time, Yue Kai didn't wait downstairs, but followed closely behind.

I found room number 1217, but the door was locked; it turned out the market had closed.

"Go downstairs and find the property management!"

Fang Qingye said something and returned to the elevator. She found the property management company in the annex building and asked them for Wang Decai's phone number as a friend.

When I called the number they provided, the phone was switched off!
What the hell!

Fang Qingye was at a loss; she couldn't very well call the police now, could she?

It's impossible to explain.

"Yes, I'll come first thing tomorrow morning."

The next morning, Fang Qingye arrived at the Futures Building a little after eight o'clock. The door to room 1217 was open, and when he went in, he found a girl cleaning the room.

"Who are you looking for?" the girl asked, looking at the two uninvited guests.

"Is this Wang Decai's studio?" Fang Qingye asked.

"Yes, and who are you?" "I'm his friend. What's your surname, young lady?"

"Wang Ru, Mr. Wang's assistant."

"Ms. Wang, is Mr. Wang coming to work today? I tried calling him, but his phone is off," Fang Qingye asked again.

"Ah, it's off?" Wang Ru quickly took out her phone and dialed again, but it was still off!
Seeing this, Fang Qingye's heart tightened and she asked again, "Do you have any other way to contact him? I need to talk to him urgently."

Wang Ru shook her head.

“But Mr. Wang said yesterday that he would be coming today, and that he needed to pack up his things, so our studio will probably have to close down.” Wang Ru said, her expression turning somber.

She had worked there for over a year, and Wang Decai had treated her quite well.

He never delayed paying wages, and unlike some wealthy bosses who like to harass female subordinates, he treated her like his junior.

After listening, Fang Qingye said "oh" and tentatively asked, "Did you lose money trading futures?"

Wang Ru nodded and quickly added, "Don't ask me. Ask our General Manager Wang when he comes to work."

Fang Qingye didn't ask any more questions. He found a chair and sat down, with Yue Kai standing next to him.

Wang Ru kindly poured a cup of tea for each of them.

At nine o'clock, the studio door was pushed open, and Wang Decai walked in, his eyes bloodshot and his beard unshaven, looking like he hadn't slept well the night before.

He came here intending to make Wang Ru leave, burn his personal belongings, and then meet up with Boss Zhang to fight him to the death!
Unexpectedly, there were two strange men in the studio.

"Ms. Wang, they are your friends, they are looking for you," Wang Ru quickly explained.

friend?

Wang Decai looked at it carefully and confirmed that he did not recognize it.

"You are?"

"My name is Fang Qingye, CEO of Topway Technology," Fang Qingye introduced himself.

"Fang Qingye?! It's you."

Wang Decai had heard of this name before. He was one of the most prominent figures in the futures industry in recent years, yet he was also remarkably low-key. Many people had only heard of him but had never met him in person.

Normally, he would definitely treat him well and even flatter him, but none of that matters today.

"Mr. Fang, what brings you here?"

"I heard you lost money trading futures and your studio is going to close down?" Fang Qingye asked.

After listening, Wang Decai glanced at Wang Ru subconsciously, but didn't say anything.

"Yes, we lost money."

"How much did you lose? Were you forced to liquidate your position?" Fang Qingye asked.

Wang Decai was displeased upon hearing this: "Why are you asking this? Are you here to laugh at me?!"

"I don't have the time for that." Fang Qingye smiled and then asked, "Tell me, were you forced to liquidate your position?"

"Not yet, but it'll be today or tomorrow," Wang Decai said honestly.

I'll lend you the money.

"What?!" Wang Decai thought he had misheard: "You're lending it to me?"

"Yes, I'll lend you the funds to make up the margin. How much do you need?" Fang Qingye said calmly.

"Ten million!" Wang Decai said hurriedly.

"Tell me your account number, and I'll transfer the money to you. The interest rate will be the same as a current account," Fang Qingye said, taking out her phone.

Wang Decai was stunned.

This happiness came so suddenly that it felt unreal.

"We've only just met, why are you lending me your money?" Wang Decai asked.

“Because your judgment on soybean meal futures is correct, if you continue, you will definitely make a lot of money. Also,” Fang Qingye paused, “I don’t want you to die, and I don’t want to see more innocent people die because of you.”

(End of this chapter)