Becoming the King of Bottom Fishing After Going All-In on A-Shares

Chapter 104: A Battle of 20 Billion Yuan

The middle-aged man in the gray jacket took out his phone and dialed: "Boss, that student from Zhizhou Capital bought 1.8 million in building materials and 5 million in China Construction Bank, but the stock price isn't moving an inch. Foreign capital can't hold it down anymore. Should we follow suit?"

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"1000."

Retail investors also went completely into a frenzy, placing orders with bloodshot eyes, using full margin, half margin, and adding leverage, the sound of keyboards and shouts drowning out the entire hall.

In the Goldman Sachs trading room, Cheng Jiajun's voice was strained: "Boss, he took all 1.8 million from building materials and 5 million from China Construction Bank, totaling 6.8 million. The stock price is still at 1.58 and 2.67. We can't push it down."

Wei Zhexuan tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, staring at the betting odds data on the screen.

Those dense sell orders are being eaten up layer by layer.

It wasn't just Lu Chenzhou who ate it; it was a bandwagon effect that followed.

Wei Zhexuan said, "He still has money, and the market is starting to respond to him."

At Morgan Stanley, Richard Gray stared at the order book, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper: "This isn't a test; it's a buying spree. He's building a position, and others are following suit."

Tiger Asia Fund's BilIHwang turned off the screen and sighed softly, "6.8 million, they took it all. This young man is no ordinary person. But his greatest achievement isn't the 6.8 million; it's that he made the entire market see it."

Inside the trading hall, Chen Ke was numb.

He's just a keyboard user.

The decision wasn't his, and neither were the consequences.

He turned to look at Lu Chenzhou, who remained expressionless, as if what he had thrown away wasn't hundreds of millions, but just the cost of a few meals.

Wen Zhiyu stood behind him, her tense body gradually relaxing, with only one crystal-clear thought remaining: he hadn't said enough, and would continue to buy.

As expected, Lu Chenzhou spoke again: "Industrial and Commercial Bank of China, 1 million."

Chen Ke gasped, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

ICBC's stock price surged to 2.90 in an instant.

Foreign investors immediately began selling pressure in layers within the 2.81-2.90 range, forcefully driving the stock price back down to 2.81.

"Another ICBC deal, 100 million, and foreign capital is putting pressure on us again."

"They've gone mad, completely mad. They've already spent 7.8 million."

Lu Chenzhou didn't even glance at the boiling crowd, his tone unchanged: "4 million."

A massive order of 400 million was placed.

This is not a test, it's an crushing defeat.

A market order of 4 million yuan swept through the trading board like a flood, causing ICBC's stock price to rise sharply from 2.81 to 3.10, breaking through layers of foreign capital selling pressure.

Foreign investors dumped similarly large sell orders, but this time it was different.

The bandwagon effect has begun.

Those institutions, speculative funds, and retail investors who had been watching from the sidelines finally couldn't hold back after seeing Lu Chenzhou continuously buying up shares and the stock price never breaking through the key level.

Buy orders flooded in like a tidal wave, clashing with sell orders from foreign investors.

ICBC's stock price did not plummet back to its original level as it had before; it stabilized above 3.00.

"It's reached 11.8 billion; there are other buyers following suit, it's not just him buying alone."

"A head-to-head clash of billions of dollars—this is the ultimate showdown!"

"He dares to bet billions, but I don't dare to bet tens of thousands? I'll bet!"

The hall descended into utter madness.

Some people liquidated their entire positions and went all in, some transferred money on the spot to go all in, and some called to borrow money to increase leverage.

Everyone blushed and looked on with fervor, as if they would achieve financial freedom in the next second.

Wen Zhiyu's eyes welled up slightly as she watched this scene.

She glanced down at the notepad in her hand, which was densely covered with the numbers of every transaction.

She suddenly realized that this was not a record, but a testimony.

Lu Chenzhou's tone remained unchanged: "Bank of China, 5 million."

A massive buy order of 500 million surged to the top of the order book.

This time, foreign investors didn't sell off their shares as quickly.

It wasn't that they didn't want to sell; it was because, besides Lu Chenzhou's buy orders, there were tens of thousands of other buy orders following suit, densely packed and layered.

The stock price soared.

Foreign investors are still dumping shares, but the sell orders that are placed are instantly swallowed up by a flood of buy orders.

"Lu Chenzhou's leverage is almost maxed out, already at 16.8 billion, and speculative buying is going crazy!"

"The Hong Kong stock market is about to change! He said the A-share market was about to change, and the A-share market hit its daily limit. Today, the Hong Kong stock market is going to take off!"

"Go for it! Buying it is a steal!"

Wen Zhiyu looked at the screen and saw that the betting odds, which were originally only occupied by Lu Chenzhou, were now crowded with bets from all directions.

Her nose stung with tears, but she held them back.

She turned her head and glanced at Lu Chenzhou's profile.

He remained calm, as if all of this was within his expectations.

"The remaining 3.2 million yuan will be allocated to China Shenhua and Conch Cement, each contributing 1.6 million yuan."

Although Chen Ke had doubts about coal and cement stocks, he placed the order without hesitation.

In the trading rooms of Goldman Sachs, Morgan Stanley, Tiger Asia, and other foreign firms, everyone looked at each other, their scalps tingling with unease.

After a brief exchange of opinions through internal channels, Wei Zhexuan, Richard Gray, and BilIHwang unanimously issued the same order: "Smash the market with all your might. You must smash it down. We can't let it spread like wildfire."

The crowd outside the arena was horrified.

With 20 billion yuan in funding and double leverage, they are going head-to-head with top global foreign investors.

Even more terrifying, he did it.

It wasn't because he was rich, but because he made everyone believe that he had bought it.

Just as these foreign investors were about to make their move, the "rumor" that had been circulating for a long time became news.

On the television screen, the financial channel's scrolling text prominently displayed:

[Breaking News] A spokesperson for the Hong Kong Securities and Futures Commission (SFC) stated that they have investigated the short-selling activities of several major foreign banks and will crack down on market manipulation through short selling.

Meanwhile, news of Japan's Nikkei index surging 12% also spread throughout the hall.

"Great news! Hugely great news!"

"The China Securities Regulatory Commission has intervened; foreign capital is finished!"

"It's not a rumor, it's true! It's been circulating for a while, and now it's finally happening!"

"Foreign capital is finished. This time, Lu Chenzhou is going to humiliate them."

Wen Zhiyu suddenly looked up at the television in the corner.

She recalled the intermittent financial news she had heard when she first entered the lobby that morning.

"Market rumors suggest that regulators have begun to take notice of recent excessive short selling..."

She turned to look at Lu Chenzhou.

He remained calm.

But Wen Zhiyu suddenly realized that when he heard that news that morning, he might have been waiting for this moment.

Institutional investors and retail investors went completely crazy, with massive amounts of capital surging into the market.

The Hang Seng Index, which has no daily price limits, has surged dramatically.

3%、4%、5%、6%、7%、8%、9%、10%...

The hall was filled with cheers, screams, and hugs. Some people cried with excitement, while others laughed heartily. The gloom of the bear market that had lasted for days was swept away.

Looking at the market, which was now all in the green, Wen Zhiyu finally relaxed after a long day of tension.

A mix of fear, relief, and pride welled up inside me, and my nose tingled slightly.

She glanced down at the note covered in numbers, then gently folded it and placed it inside her briefcase.

Lu Chenzhou won.

She witnessed it.

The market closed at 4 PM.

The Hang Seng Index closed at 12596.20 points, a surge of 14.35% in a single day, marking its highest point of the day.

Chen Ke stared at the final holdings, frozen in his seat, speechless for a long time.

Holding stock: China National Building Material (HK3323)

持股数量：11250万股成交均价：1.60港元收盘价：1.85港元持仓市值：520812.50万港元当日盈亏：2812.50万港元（15.63%）

Holding stock: China Construction Bank (HK0939)

持股数量：18867.92万股成交均价：2.65港元收盘价：3.23港元持仓市值：60943.40万港元当日盈亏：10943.40万港元（21.89%）

Holding stock: Industrial and Commercial Bank of China (HK1398)

持股数量：17793.59万股成交均价：2.81港元收盘价：3.26港元持仓市值：58007.12万港元当日盈亏：8007.12万港元（16.01%）

Holding stock: Bank of China (HK3988)

持股数量：28409.09万股成交均价：1.76港元收盘价：2.09港元持仓市值：59375万港元当日盈亏：9375万港元（18.75%）

Holding stock: China Shenhua (HK0285)

持股数量：1902.50万股成交均价：8.41港元收盘价：10.00港元持仓市值：19024.97万港元当日盈亏：3024.97万港元（18.91%）

Holding stock: Conch Cement (HK0914)

持股数量：1052.63万股成交均价：15.20港元收盘价：16.32港元持仓市值：17178.95万港元当日盈亏：+1178.95万港元（+7.37%）

Total market value of holdings: HK$235342.00; Floating profit: HK$35341.94 (17.67%)

They made 3.53 million yuan in one day, that's insane.

Total profit for the day: HK$3.53 million, yielding a return of 17.67%.

In the trading hall, everyone was talking about that name like crazy.

A 20-year-old from mainland China, with 20 billion yuan in leveraged funds, single-handedly ignited market sentiment and triggered a major rebound in Hong Kong stocks.

He made a staggering 350 million in a single day.

On this day, Central, Hong Kong, belonged only to Lu Chenzhou.

Chen Ke leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

He turned his head and watched Lu Chenzhou pack his backpack, his movements as casual as if he had just finished a class.

Wen Zhiyu stood behind him, her briefcase held to her chest, her fingers no longer trembling.

Chen Ke suddenly asked, "Mr. Lu, how did you know they would follow?"

Lu Chenzhou zipped up his backpack, glanced at him, and didn't answer the question.

"Thank you so much. I'll give you a big red envelope after I sell it."

After a moment of surprise, Chen Ke said gratefully, "Thank you, President Lu. I wish you great wealth every day."

He turned and walked out, and Wen Zhiyu followed.

Chen Ke sat there, watching the two figures disappear through the doorway, and muttered to himself, "Madmen."

Then he smiled.

In the lobby of Exchange Square in Central, Hong Kong, someone was on the phone, speaking in a low voice, but the excitement in their tone was impossible to hide.

Someone was staring at the bullish candlestick on the screen, which finally settled at 14.35%, as if to confirm that it wasn't an illusion.

Someone was squatting in a corner, clutching transaction documents in their hand, their hands still trembling.

It's not because I lost money, it's because I made so much money today, it's unreal.

An elderly man with gray hair stood in front of the electronic screen, looking up at the closing figures of the Hang Seng Index, motionless.

Standing next to him was a young man, a staff member in the trading hall, holding a rag, unsure whether he should go up and wipe the screen.

The old man stood there for a long time, then slowly turned around, looked at the crowd still reveling in the hall, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

He lowered his head, folded the crumpled transaction slip in his hand, put it in his pocket, and turned to walk towards the door.

When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back.

On the electronic screen, the Hang Seng Index stood at 12596.20 points, up 14.35%.

His eyes reddened.

"I've lived for sixty-eight years," he said softly, as if speaking to himself, "and this is the first time I've seen the stock market rise by fourteen points."

No one nearby heard it.

He turned around, pushed open the door, and went out.

On the other side of the trading hall, Chen Ke was still sitting in front of the trading table.

He didn't move, not because he didn't want to, but because his legs were a little weak.

He worked as a trader in Central for eight years, handling deals worth tens of billions of dollars. He'd seen it all.

But today, his hands are trembling.

It wasn't because he was nervous; it was because he had just pressed the key for two billion.

Two billion.

This isn't a demo account, it's not a paper simulation, it's real money.

Every single transaction is a real-money trade, and every single one involves a head-to-head battle with the world's top foreign investment banks.

He looked down at his hands, which were still trembling.

He clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and put his hands in his pockets.

"Brother Chen."

A young trader leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Who exactly is this Lu Chenzhou?"

Chen Ke glanced at him.

"have no idea."

"Don't know? You placed a two billion order for him, and you don't know who he is?"

Chen Ke was silent for two seconds, then said, "I know he has two billion, that's enough."

The young trader opened his mouth, but didn't ask any more questions.

Chen Ke stood up and began tidying up the things on the table.

He straightened the keyboard, placed the mouse, printed out the transaction records, folded them, and put them in his pocket.

He's been doing this routine for eight years and never needs to think about it.

But today, every movement was slow, as if they were confirming something.

He packed his things away, stood up, and glanced at the seat where Lu Chenzhou had just been sitting.

The chair was empty; the person had already left.

After watching for a while, he turned around and walked out of the trading hall.

In the corridor, the setting sun shone through the windows, turning the entire corridor orange-red.

He walked in the light, his shadow stretched long.

After walking a few steps, he stopped, took out his phone, found a number, and dialed it.

"Mom, it's me."

An elderly woman's voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's wrong? Your voice sounds strange."

Chen Ke remained silent for two seconds.

"It's nothing, I just missed you."

"Missing me? Aren't you working in Hong Kong?"

"Yes, still in Hong Kong."

"When are you coming back?"

"Soon," he said. "Mom, I closed a big deal today."

How big?

"Very big."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the old lady laughed: "No matter how much it is, it's all someone else's money, what are you happy about?"

Chen Ke was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"Too."

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"not yet."

"Then go eat quickly, don't go hungry."

"it is good."

The phone hangs up.

Chen Ke put his phone in his pocket, stood in the corridor, and looked at the sunset outside the window.

In October in Hong Kong, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the setting sun turns the surface of Victoria Harbour into a golden hue.

He stood there for a moment, then turned and walked toward the elevator.