freenovelworld Chapter 217 The Trap of Capital
Chapter 217 The Trap of Capital
The Lin Group headquarters: a strategic layout in the financial arena.
The morning sunlight streamed into the office through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow. Lin Chuyue stood before the enormous glass window, overlooking the business empire below, her expression calm, as if awaiting the perfect moment for a predator.
She held a freshly brewed cup of black coffee in her hand, its rich aroma filling the air. She took a small sip, a slight smile playing on her lips, her eyes deep and thoughtful.
Li Zhanchuan stood not far away, his black suit making him appear even taller and more aloof. He looked down at the report in his hand, his long fingers turning the pages, his voice low and slightly nonchalant: "Shen Fang's funds are nearing their limit."
Lin Chuyue tapped the documents on the table lightly, her voice calm: "The only thing she can do now is to continue to increase the pressure from short sellers, create market panic, and force retail investors to sell."
"Unfortunately, she underestimated the rules of the capital market." She raised her eyes, her gaze sharp as a knife. "The biggest fear for anyone trying to short sell is losing liquidity."
She slowly sat down, tapping her slender, fair fingers on the table, and said calmly, "Notify our venture capital firms to increase their investment to completely lock up liquidity."
The assistant nodded and quickly dialed the number.
A moment later, a message came from the other party: "We have contacted several European funds, and they will officially enter the market this morning to absorb Shen Fang's short positions."
Li Zhanchuan scoffed lightly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips: "This time, she doesn't even have a chance to retreat."
Lin Chuyue turned her head to meet his gaze, her eyes flickering slightly: "It will be quite interesting when she realizes she's fallen into a capitalist trap."
London, the dead end of capital
As the afternoon passed in London, Shen Fang stood in front of the large screen in the financial trading hall, her face terribly gloomy.
The stock price of Lin's on the screen remained stable, and even showed a slight upward trend, while her short contracts were on the verge of being liquidated.
Her trader was sweating profusely, his voice tense: "Mr. Shen, our margin is almost depleted. If the market continues to rebound, we will face forced liquidation!"
Shen Fang clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms. She gritted her teeth and said, "Impossible! The market should be panicking; it should continue to fall!"
"But the reality is that market confidence in the Lin family is recovering." The trader's face turned pale. "If we don't add more margin, we'll lose this game completely."
Shen Fang took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
She still has a way.
She quickly picked up her phone and dialed a number for a European financial tycoon, her voice low: "I need urgent funding."
The other party was silent for a moment, then said coldly, "Ms. Shen, your plate is too big; there's nothing we can do for you."
Shen Fang's pupils contracted slightly, and a chill of despair suddenly rose in her heart.
She slowly put down her phone, staring at the data on the screen, her fingers trembling slightly.
——She lost.
They were completely defeated by Lin Chuyue's capital trap.
Lin Chuyue's ultimate counterattack
Lin Chuyue sat in her office and saw a notification from the trading system; her red lips curled up slightly.
— Shen Fang's short contracts have been forcibly liquidated.
She gently put down her coffee cup, stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the city below with a deep gaze.
She no longer needs to do anything herself; the market forces will complete the final harvest.
She won this battle decisively.
(To be continued)