Hong Kong variety show: I can boost loyalty, the most generous boss.

Chapter 191, 190. The stock market is a place where you can manipulate the market and there's no end to the fleecing of retail investors!
Kusakari Kazuo thought that Yang Jun had no motive to kill Kusakari Ryo. He did not know that Kusakari Ryo liked his daughter, so he could not guess that Yang Jun killed his adopted son Kusakari Ryo.

"Mr. Yang, please forgive my rudeness just now."

"Thank you for going to so much trouble with this."

In Hong Kong, the Yamada Group is really not very effective; they can only rely on Yang Jun's influence to find out the truth about Kusakari Ryo's death.

If Kusakari Kazuo knew that Yang Jun slept with his daughter and killed his adopted son, he wouldn't have said that.

Yang Jun wasn't angry; he simply said calmly:
"Mr. Kusakari, please rest assured, I will definitely gather people to investigate thoroughly and give you an explanation!"

Kazuo Kusakari nodded, then, not daring to linger in Hong Kong, he hung up the phone and planned to buy a plane ticket back to Kobe.

"Where is Miss?"

It was only then that Kazuo Kusakari realized his daughter was missing. This damn father was so oblivious; his daughter hadn't returned all night, and he had no idea.

"Mr. Kusakari, the young lady said she met a good friend in Hong Kong and will be sleeping at his house tonight."

The bodyguard told Kazuo Kusakari, repeating the contents of Nanako Kusakari's phone call from the previous night.

Kazuo Kusakari didn't think much of it, assuming that his daughter Nanako had met a female friend and stayed at her house for the night. After all, his daughter was always very well-behaved and obedient.

"Call her and tell her that I have returned to Kobe and that she should come back as soon as possible."

"Yes, Mr. Kusakari!"

Hong Kong Giant Empire Group.

Yang Jun sat in his boss's chair, playing a Minesweeper game on his computer. How boring!

In those days, there weren't many computer games, and computers were a luxury that most families couldn't afford. This Minesweeper game was created by the company's programmers for their own entertainment when they were bored.

"Boss, Kusakari Ryo is definitely dead!"

Ahua walked up to Yang Jun and said to him.

In fact, Yang Jun already knew; Kusakari Kazuo had already told him during their phone call.

"Well done!"

"Whoever did this must be richly rewarded!"

Yang Jun didn't even look up, continuing to play Minesweeper on the computer, and said to Ahua.

“His name is Sai-zai Wai, and he is Luo Tianhong’s subordinate.”

“Sai-zai-wai has been arrested by the cops. He is seriously ill and doesn’t have much time left. This opportunity is one he has worked very hard to get.”

“He took the blame for everything and was sentenced to 20 years in prison.”

Ah-Hua had already gone to the police station to find out what happened. He was shocked to hear that Siu-Tsai-Wai had taken the blame for killing Kusa-Kari-Lang, and he immediately came back to report to Yang-Chun.

Yang Jun then raised his head, his eyes showing astonishment. "Is this even possible?"

"The company will give him an extra 200 million yuan so that his family can live a life of comfort!"

Ah Wah nodded. Originally, the settlement allowance for this matter was 300 million, and with this additional 200 million, the family of the younger son, Wei, would receive a total of 500 million Hong Kong dollars.

Yang Jun stood up, as if remembering something else.

"By the way, shouldn't someone with a terminal illness be eligible for medical parole? Let the company's lawyer bail him out so he can spend his final days abroad."

Yang Jun was still very humane. When Sai-zai Wai worked for the triad, Yang Jun would think of him and get him released on medical parole, and even provide him with free medical care.

Ah-hua then realized that serious offenders in Hong Kong could be granted medical parole, but it required a lot of money.

In other words, it's very likely that Sai-yee Wai won't have to go to jail and can be released directly?
However, Yang Jun didn't care how much the company would spend on his son, Sai-yee; it was just a drop in the ocean for him!
"Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

Just as Ahua was about to walk out of the office door, Yang Jun called him back and said:
"By the way, when is Sai-chai Wai coming out? I'd like to go see him."

Ahua was stunned, then nodded. Brother Jun is really loyal. Following such a big shot, it would be worth dying early in this life!

Jun-ge is ruthless when dealing with enemies, and he takes revenge without delay!
Jun has never treated his brothers unfairly, always showing them the utmost respect.

Ahua had been following Yang Jun for three or four years and had grown to admire the big boss more and more, and his future looked increasingly promising.

In the afternoon, Wang Xue from the fund company walked in together with Liu Xiong.

"Brother Jun, Wanwei International has risen to 3 yuan per share, we've made a fortune!"

Liu Xiong walked in excitedly, a cigar dangling from his lips, and laughed loudly at Yang Jun.

Yang Jun frowned and scolded Liu Xiong:

"What are you yelling about, kid? Trying to get the police to arrest you because you're manipulating the stock market?!"

Liu Xiong then patted his mouth, feeling a wave of lingering fear, and whispered:
"Brother Jun, I'm so happy! I made 50 million in just one day."

Yang Jun was also in a good mood. He earned even more, making over 200 million yuan in a single day, mostly contributed by retail investors.

"Don't get too excited yet, let's ship the goods first~"

Making money in the stock market is very simple, but safely exiting your positions requires some skill. If you fail to exit at the top, you'll be stuck with losses.

If the money isn't sold, it doesn't count as profit. Yang Jun's 2 million yuan is just a paper profit or loss; it hasn't been realized yet.

Yang Jun, of course, was prepared for this, and said to Liu Xiong:

"Is Wanwei International ready with some good news? It'll be released this afternoon!"

Liu Xiong took out a document and said to Yang Jun:
"Don't worry, I've already contacted the senior executives at Wanwei International. The benefits are huge."

Aside from the earnings report, the positive news consists of the company's R&D achievements and its expected development. Basically, it's all boasting to convince shareholders that the stock can still rise!

"Let's go to the stock exchange."

For such an important transaction, Yang Jun decided to personally go to the Far East Exchange to oversee the stock trading.

Inside the Far East Stock Exchange, crowds thronged, with many people crammed into the small hall staring at the large LCD screen above.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Liu, welcome to Far East Securities."

As soon as Yang Jun's luxury motorcade arrived at the entrance, Li Zhaofu, the chairman of the Securities and Futures Commission, rushed to the door to greet them and escorted the two to the VIP room.

The VIP room is on the second floor. You can sit by the window and see the screens in the lobby directly, instead of squeezing into the lobby with small investors.

Yang Jun's Giant Fund is a major client of Far East Securities, with a fixed VIP room and priority trading privileges.

"Old Li, you go ahead and get busy, no need to entertain us~"

Yang Jun dismissed Li Zhaofu, since the upcoming transaction was not honorable and it was better to have as few people as possible know about it.

There is a large television in the lobby of the stock exchange, which is used to help investors stay informed about current events and has a significant impact on the stock market.

Suddenly, a financial news report came on TV. A senior executive of Wanwei International was interviewed by an Asia Television reporter and revealed a major positive development for the company.

Wanwei International has successfully developed a video game console and secured a large order in Europe, with its revenue expected to increase by 3-4 times.

The news caused an uproar throughout the trading hall.

"No wonder Wanwei International's stock price has soared; it turns out there's some major positive news!"

"This time I can go for it without worry, I'm going to buy 2000 shares of Wanwei International!"

"If we wait any longer, we won't get any soup."

Stock market investors went crazy. They were overwhelmed by the positive news and rushed to the counter to buy stocks.

Old Cao, a stock investor, also saw the news and felt uneasy.

"Old Cao, what should we do? Should we increase our position?" Old Cao hesitated, then gritted his teeth and said:

"Let's take a gamble and buy more!"

There are no invincible generals in the stock market; everything carries risks. Being trapped in a losing position is better than missing out on gains.

Inside the VIP room, Yang Jun looked at the frenzy of the retail investors below and felt a pang of pity.

Liu Xiong, standing to the side, smiled and said:

"These stock market investors deserve it! Who told them to be greedy? If they didn't become the韭菜 (a metaphor for retail investors who are easily exploited), who would?"

"Brother Jun, a large number of retail investors are rushing in to buy, let's take this opportunity to sell our shares."

Yang Jun nodded and said to Wang Xue:
"Sell all the stocks you have, not a single one left."

Wanwei International was a junk stock to begin with, and Yang Jun never intended to invest in it; he only wanted to trap Jack from the Eastern Telegraph Bureau.

They can just fleece a bunch of retail investors; after all, these investors are just retail investors, and if they don't fleece them themselves, other capital will fleece them anyway.

Let Brother Jun teach you a lesson about the naked cruelty of capitalism!
With countless buyers willing to take over, Yang Jun was able to sell his shares quickly, completing the sale of all his stocks within an hour.

With over 2 million in profit in hand, Yang Jun smiled and said:

"Have you notified Jack to ship the goods?"

"Already notified!"

To lure fish into the trap, you have to use tempting bait. This scheme was enough to make Jack a fortune and completely trap him.

"Let's go back and celebrate!"

"It's on me tonight, let's go to a nightclub!"

Yang Jun glanced at Wang Xue, gave an awkward smile, and said to Wang Xue:
"Manager Wang, you don't need to go. I'll give you a big red envelope!"

Shortly after Yang Jun and the others left, a wail came from the stock exchange. Wanwei International had risen to a high of 3.5 yuan before suddenly falling, dropping to 2 yuan per share within two hours.

Hong Kong has no price limits; there are no restrictions on daily price fluctuations, making it not much different from a casino.

On the other side, HSBC.

After selling his shares in Wanwei International, Jack watched the stock price plummet and excitedly slapped his thigh.

"Haha! The stock price dropped as soon as I sold it. Liu Xiong is a true buddy."

Manager Wang from HSBC was dumbfounded. Did Jack really have inside information?
Yesterday, this stock was only 1 yuan per share. Jack spent several million yuan to buy it and immediately made a profit of three times.

"Manager Wang, I'm so glad I didn't listen to you, otherwise I wouldn't have made so much money."

Jack said smugly that he had reached the pinnacle of his life; he had never earned this much money on his own before.

Manager Wang was speechless and could only lower his head in shame.

"Haha, just kidding, this is a red envelope for you~"

Jack was very generous and gave Manager Wang a large red envelope. Jack knew he had to maintain a good relationship with the manager of HSBC.

Jack immediately called Liu Xiong and excitedly told him:
"Brother Xiong, I want to treat you to a meal to thank you for helping me make money!"

Jack had made up his mind: he would not only treat Liu Xiong to dinner, but also give Liu Xiong a large red envelope containing 30 yuan.

These Liu Xiongs are like gods of wealth; whether I can prosper in my next life depends on Brother Xiong.

Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

Jack repeatedly toasted Liu Xiong, displaying a very humble attitude.

"Brother Xiong, thank you for helping me make money. This is just a small token!"

Jack handed over the red envelope, and Liu Xiong chuckled. He opened it and found a check for 30 yuan.

Liu Xiong showed a satisfied expression, patted Jack on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Good brother, this is just a test; the real big moves are yet to come."

"We're planning to short a leading stock, with an expected return of ten times. Are you interested in investing?"

Jack's eyes lit up at the prospect of a tenfold return. He had already made a fortune with a threefold profit this time, and a tenfold return would be incredible!
"I'm interested, Xiong-ge! Invite me to join you!"

Liu Xiong pretended to be hesitant, and after a long while, he finally said:

"Jack, this time the funding requirement is quite large, at least three hundred million, just to qualify for a table!"

What? It costs HK$300 million to be on the table? Is it really that big of a game?
Jack only had ten million in capital, which was practically a death sentence!
"Brother Xiong, could you make an exception? I only have ten million!"

Liu Xiong shook his head, shrugged, and said:

"You only have ten million? Sorry, we can't play with you."

"I can come up with 500 million, and the big boss can even come up with 1 billion in cash. You can't even come up with 300 million, so you're not qualified to sit at the table with us!"

Jack was looked down upon, and how could a proud man like him stand it?

What's more, this is a business with ten times the profit; just 300 million will become 3 billion.

With 30 billion, who would dare to look down on me?
His elder brother and father could no longer scold him at will, but could only look up to him.

Jack felt a surge of joy at the thought.

"Brother Xiong, give me three days, and I'll definitely get three hundred million."

Jack remembered that the Eastern Telegraph Company had more than 200 million dollars in its accounts. He would use the money first and then return it later.

Embezzlement of public funds? No, it's my own money anyway, how can you say it's embezzlement of public funds?

As for the remaining money, I can only borrow it from a loan company, even if the interest rate is higher.

Thinking of this, Jack asked Liu Xiong, who was standing next to him:

"Brother Xiong, do you know any reliable finance companies? I need to borrow 5000 million to tide me over!"

Liu Xiong was secretly pleased; the kid had indeed taken the bait. So, he introduced him to a company, posing as a nice guy.

"However, loans require collateral. Do you have any collateral?"

"If you want to borrow money, go to a regular bank. The interest rates of finance companies are too high, and you may not be able to afford them."

Liu Xiong even offered some kind words of advice, which made the silly boy Jack even more convinced. It seems that the older brother is quite considerate of me.

But borrowing from a legitimate bank? Jack immediately shook his head, because a legitimate bank would notify his family, and he would likely lose this opportunity to make money.

Therefore, in order to make a fortune and gain a foothold in the family, he had to borrow money from a finance company.

"I can pledge 1% of my shares in Hong Kong Telecom, worth 1 million."

Jack's most valuable asset is his Hong Kong Telecom stock, worth at least HK$7.8 million, if not 1 million.

Currently, Hong Kong Telecom's total market capitalization is around HK$82 billion, and it has increased somewhat recently.

"Okay, having collateral makes things much easier; the loan will be approved quickly."

Liu Xiong chuckled and readily agreed; things had come to this point, and it was almost time to close the net.

After Jack returned, he wondered how he could get more than 2 million in cash from the company's finance department. However, for the general manager of the Hong Kong branch of the Eastern Telegraph Company, this matter did not seem difficult.

No one can stop me from making money.
After Jack returned, he forged a document signed by his father, Howard Sr., demanding HK$2.5 million, which he claimed he needed urgently.

Although the finance manager had his doubts, he figured that with Howard Sr.'s signature, he had no reason to offend the young master, so he transferred the money to Jack's account.

(End of this chapter)