klisemfg Chapter 391 Could it be that the news has been leaked?
Chapter 391 Could it be that the news has been leaked?
Su Yu strode over, her cool face bearing a serious expression of work: "Boss, Shen Jun wants you to go to the trading room immediately. He says the situation has changed!"
Ye Fan's eyes sharpened, and he immediately put down his cup, tossing Miao Zi a "Wait for me" before rushing back to the fourth floor.
The tranquility of the relaxation area was instantly replaced by tension.
Pushing open the heavy, soundproof door to the trading room, one finds a somber atmosphere inside.
Shen Jun stared intently at the screen, his brow furrowed. Hearing a commotion, he immediately turned around: "Boss! There's something fishy going on with Shenmu Coal! Someone's dumping a large quantity of coal at a key price level!"
Ye Fan quickly walked to Shen Jun's screen.
Sure enough, the intraday chart of Shenmu Coal, which had been steadily climbing, was suddenly and abruptly flattened by a series of huge green sell orders, as if it had encountered an invisible wall.
No matter how many buy orders there are below, there will always be equal or even heavier sell orders precisely placed, firmly suppressing the price.
Ye Fan's lips curled into a knowing, cold smile: "Heh, a classic 'suppression and accumulation' tactic. This is a scheme orchestrated by institutions or large funds, aiming to create panic through continuous selling pressure, suppress the stock price, erode market confidence, and force retail investors and short-term traders to hand over their shares at a loss!"
He instantly understood the other party's intention.
This is very likely a case of a certain force borrowing shares to sell at a high price (short selling), attempting to drive down the price and then buy back at a low price to profit from the price difference caused by the sharp drop.
The classic script of Wall Street's "malicious short selling".
Shen Jun nodded in deep agreement: "Yes, boss, the market language is very clear; they're aiming to drive down prices! What should we do?"
Ye Fan's eyes sharpened as he quickly calculated in his mind: to disrupt the opponent's malicious suppression while taking the opportunity to accumulate shares at a low price, killing two birds with one stone!
But the time is not right!
Entering the market now would be tantamount to handing ammunition to short sellers and could also expose our intentions.
The market was clearly stunned by this sudden "short sell-off"!
The stock forum and online communities for Shenmu Coal instantly erupted on the screen:
"What's going on? Wasn't there positive news? Why the sudden sell-off?"
"A big spender sold off their holdings? Is the news fake?"
"Oh no! Is there some bad news we don't know about? Run!"
Panic spread like a virus.
The previously steadfast bulls began to waver, and buying power rapidly dwindled.
Under the sustained high-pressure selling pressure from short sellers, the stock price of Shenmu Coal gradually changed from struggling sideways to turning downwards!
In just over ten minutes, before most investors could fully react, the stock price had plummeted by a full 5 points from its high! The green drop figures were glaringly obvious on the candlestick chart, like the menacing fangs of the bears.
Inside the trading hall, the atmosphere grew even more tense. Shen Jun's fingers hovered over the keyboard, awaiting Ye Fan's final hunting command.
The real confrontation has only just begun.
......
Ye Fan's gaze was like a hawk locking onto its prey, fixed on the unusually strong selling pressure on the Shenmu coal market.
The short sellers' intentions are obvious, but this force seems even more resolute than expected.
"Shen Jun," Ye Fan's deep and decisive voice broke the tense atmosphere in the trading room, "begin building positions. The strategy is to be covert, diversified, and high-frequency. Enter with small orders, dozens or hundreds of lots at a time, with odd amounts and randomized prices. We can't let the other side detect our presence!"
"Understood!" Shen Jun's eyes sharpened, and his fingers instantly flew across the keyboard.
His operations became extremely precise, no longer the bold and sweeping style of before. Small buy orders, like trickles of water, silently flowed into the surging sell orders.
The price of coal in Shenmu is not high; a few hundred lots only amount to tens of thousands of yuan. Mixed in with the sporadic transactions of retail investors, it is like a drop of water in the ocean, making it extremely difficult for the monitoring system to detect.
This is a technical skill, but even more so, a psychological battle.
Ye Fan's entry was like a calming stone thrown into a turbulent lake.
His accurate "predictions" had already built up an almost blind trust among the core team.
Shen Jun's steady support was conveyed to the market through subtle support levels in the order book.
Soon, the effects became apparent:
The panic selling began to subside. Some astute retail investors began to recover from their fears of an impending market crash.
"Huh? It's stopped falling? Is someone buying it?" Questions began to emerge in the stock forum.
"Damn, I almost got shaken out! Are the short sellers just trying to scare us? Buy!" Some experienced retail investors sensed an opportunity and turned their guns around, starting to tentatively buy in.
With the combined efforts of Ye Fan's "invisible reinforcements" and some retail investors, the sharp decline in Shenmu coal prices was finally brought to a halt, as if it had hit a tough elastic net!
The stock price stubbornly built a defensive line around -4%, and began a difficult period of sideways consolidation.
On an unseen battlefield, the bulls and bears have begun a new round of tug-of-war.
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at the same time.
Inside a secluded detached villa in Jiangning District, Nanjing.
The room was brightly lit, the curtains were drawn, and a huge curved screen displayed complex market data and instant messaging windows. A dozen traders sat upright, the sound of their keyboards clicking rapidly.
The air was thick with caffeine, sweat, and a sense of oppressive tension.
It was less a residence and more a makeshift frontline command post.
"Report! The selling pressure is unusually strong! The planned amount of funds... may not be able to achieve the target drop! Market panic has failed to spread effectively!" A staff member who was watching the monitoring data reported urgently.
The group of people who had been chatting and smoking cigars fell silent instantly, their eyes all turning to the central area.
One of them was none other than Ye Fan's "acquaintance"—Cao Yunji!
At this moment, he was no longer the "sugar daddy" who chased after Song Yunxia at the university, but a professional manager in a suit and tie with sharp eyes, staring intently at the screen.
"Impossible!" Cao Yunji stood up abruptly, his brow furrowed. "We've poured real money into this; market confidence should have collapsed long ago! Where did this supporting force come from? It's incredibly resilient!"
A strong sense of unease rose within him.
He paced back and forth a couple of times, then suddenly stopped, his eyes turning sinister: "Damn! Could it be... the information has leaked? Have other big players got their eyes on us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the several well-dressed men beside him, who were clearly representatives of the investors, immediately erupted in an uproar:
"Bullshit! Cao Yunji, this is our family's pooled-to-pay funeral savings! Who would joke around with their own money?"
"Trading orders are all issued on short notice. This place is so densely populated, not even a fly could escape. The signal is displayed across the entire screen; how could it be leaked?"
"Could it be that someone actually saw through our short selling and still insists on going against us? What's their motive?" A fat man asked, looking puzzled.