In Hong Kong City, Xu Heng looked at the data displayed on the computer with a gloomy expression, very unwilling to do so.
Sure enough, he still underestimated Li Jin.
It was because of this method that Li Jin could be disconnected for at least 3 hours, but the actual effect was less than 30 minutes.
"Xu Shao, it's different."
Suddenly one of his subordinates raised his head and said.
"Although Li Jin's attack was fierce and his determination was great, we can clearly feel that the pressure is much less. This group of traders has very little experience, and there are mistakes everywhere made by themselves."
"Looking at this situation, we have a chance."
After a few days, Xu Heng finally heard some good news.
"Very good, it seems that Li Jin is also rushing to the shelves. Okay, then let's have a decisive battle!"
Xu Heng's eyes flashed with crazy light.
"Spend all the reserve funds on it and start spreading the news, saying that the Federal Reserve and the Central Bank intend to directly provide funds to rescue the market, causing the market to be completely chaotic. This time, I want Li Jin to vomit blood!"
The capital market is turbulent.
Several days have passed since the attack, but the impact is far from over.
At least in the U.S. capital market, instead of calming down, it has become even more chaotic.
The battle between the short-sellers and the bulls-sellers vaguely formed two major groups headed by Li Jin and Xu Heng.
The total investment of these two groups exceeds 10 billion US dollars, and they are driving their own follow-up funds to start frantically strangulating each other.
The trading volume directly broke the record.
Everyone is paying attention to the trend of the Dow Jones market index. They know that these two major groups are so crazy that they are going to have a winner.
In this stalemate, huge amounts of money are evaporating and being consumed every minute and every second.
Just when countless people were watching the situation with their hearts twisted, a Gulfstream plane landed at the Hong Kong City Airport. Hong Kong City International Airport.
Huo Huanyu, who got off the plane wearing a windbreaker and sunglasses, yawned and stretched.
Under the tarmac, there were already two groups of people waiting.
Looking at the two groups of people below, Huo Huanyu remembered Li Jin's instructions before setting off, and the corner of his mouth raised an arrogant and wanton arc.
Coming down from the escalator, several young men who were dressed in either rich or noble clothes and exuded the arrogant and dandy atmosphere of the second generation of villains in the novel came up to them with smiles.
"Brother Yu, the brothers are all here. Let's talk about it first. This time you said you would give the brothers some fun. It's so late at night, but I didn't even leave the young model on the bed.
Never mind her, if this fun isn’t great and exciting, I won’t listen to your lies next time.”
Huo Huanyu glanced at the young man and said, "If the fun isn't big enough and exciting enough, can I call you losers who can't do anything except cause trouble?"
"Everyone, please wait here for me. I'll go to Uncle Zhao to have a chat."
With that said, Huo Huanyu left the group of laughing young people behind and walked to the other side.
There were only two bodyguards in black and an old man with gray hair standing beside the car.
And that car was surprisingly a Rolls-Royce owned exclusively by Huo Zhenzhou, the head of the Huo family.
It can be said that everyone in Hong Kong City knows it.
"Uncle Zhao, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have a lot of white hair." Huo Huanyu greeted the old man with a smile, his hands folded in front of his lower abdomen.