Chapter 127: He Jiansheng’s Bloodshot Eyes

The afternoon hours were ticking away. He Jiansheng had been in the trading room for nearly an entire day, and the results were quite impressive. The stock price had been successfully driven up to forty-three yuan, more than doubling its original value. With the market close approaching, He Jiansheng stretched, filled with anticipation for what tomorrow would bring. Just by thinking about the look on He Tian’s face once tomorrow passed, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

"Someone is dumping stock!" a trader suddenly exclaimed.

He Jiansheng jolted, his gaze snapping to the giant screen. Five million shares had appeared. While this represented only five percent of the Qiyuan Hotel’s one hundred million total shares, in the current climate, it was a massive amount.

"Hmph... it seems He Tian is scared! He wants to drive the price down," He Jiansheng waved his hand and commanded, "Buy it up!"

"Young Master... if we buy at this price, we’ll suffer heavy losses!" Meng Yang warned hurriedly. The current price was forty-three yuan, more than double the market average of twenty. Buying five million shares would require over two hundred million in capital.

"Ah Yang, what are you afraid of? Can’t you see He Tian is terrified? We have the upper hand! We must take a stand. As long as he dares to dump, I dare to buy. Fifty-one percent is the baseline. With He Tian holding sixty-three percent, he can at most dump twelve percent, and we will swallow every last bit of it!" He Jiansheng said confidently. "Buy! Buy it all!"

Following his orders, they quickly purchased all five million shares at forty-three yuan. The transaction was completed in an instant.

"More dumping!"

Qiyuan Hotel stock appeared on the market again.

"No matter how much appears, buy it all!" He Jiansheng remained confident. The traders followed his wishes faithfully. With little time left until the market closed, they worked with lightning speed, snapping up every share of Qiyuan Hotel that hit the market.

"How much have we absorbed?" He Jiansheng asked.

"Twelve million shares! That’s twelve percent of the equity. The average price is forty-four yuan, costing five hundred and forty million!" a trader reported.

"Hahaha, Ah Yang, do you see? Our commitment is what matters! These twelve million shares entered the market without driving the price down; instead, it rose. Look, it’s already at forty-four point five!" He Jiansheng chuckled.

"Young Master, it seems everything is going as you predicted! He Tian doesn't dare dump any more stock. Once tomorrow passes, the shares he sold today will be the final straw that breaks him," Meng Yang said with a smile. This "great victory" had caused Meng Yang to lose his usual sense of caution.

"Hahaha, let's see what tomorrow brings!" He Jiansheng said. But would tomorrow really go as he hoped?

He Tian had arrived at the control room himself. The deadline for the mandatory acquisition notice was this afternoon. There was only one afternoon left.

He Tian had left He Jiansheng no time to react. To destroy a person, you must first make them mad. He Jiansheng was now in the throes of his final madness. The stock price had reached an unprecedented forty-seven yuan.

"He Jiansheng has less than two billion in funds left. At this price, he can't even buy up all the shares we hold," He Tian smiled at Ouyang Bingbing. "Let’s wake him up to the reality of the situation."

"Ten million shares! Place the order!" Ouyang Bingbing nodded, her voice steady.

In He Jiansheng’s trading room, he was already celebrating with Meng Yang over red wine. At forty-seven yuan per share, his current forty-nine percent stake would surely make He Tian bleed. He didn't even care about Qiyuan Hotel anymore; if He Tian wanted it, he could have it. But he was truly looking forward to seeing He Tian’s expression.

"Stock! Ten million shares! There's stock on the market!"

A trader’s shout drew their attention. Both men dropped their wine glasses and rushed to the console.

"Young Master!" Meng Yang frowned. "This shouldn't be happening. He Tian shouldn't keep dumping stock. If he reduces his holdings any further, the mandatory acquisition won't be valid! Unless... he’s trying to make money off this opportunity!"

"Ah Yang, the chance to gain the advantage is here! Buy it, buy it all!" He Jiansheng’s eyes were bloodshot with excitement. He wasn't thinking about anything else; he only cared that his stake was about to exceed fifty percent. He was going to seize control!

The order was already on the market. As soon as He Jiansheng gave the command, the traders bought the ten million shares. That was another ten percent of the company, and at forty-seven yuan per share, it cost four hundred and seventy million. He Jiansheng’s remaining funds were now under one point five billion.

"Young Master, this is bad!" Meng Yang’s expression suddenly crumbled.

"What’s bad?" He Jiansheng, still riding the high of victory, snapped back in annoyance.

"Young Master, the price is artificially high—we propped it up ourselves! If He Tian keeps dumping and we show even a moment of hesitation, the price will plummet!" Meng Yang said helplessly. "With our current funds, we cannot buy all of He Tian’s shares. Once our money runs out, we’ll only be able to watch as he crashes the stock price!"

"What’s the fear? A lower price benefits us! We hold the controlling interest now! We can buy his remaining shares at a low price and humiliate him just the same," He Jiansheng laughed.

"But Young Master, the mandatory acquisition notice expires today! We were supposed to force the acquisition of He Tian’s shares, but we have to terminate that notice now! We can't handle the paperwork while the market is still unstable! I see it now—He Tian has been waiting for this final moment to strike!" Meng Yang, not being a fool, finally saw He Tian’s intent.

He Jiansheng was stunned. Even if he didn't understand the complexities, he grasped Meng Yang’s point: without changing the notice, even if he held more shares than He Tian, he would still be forced to proceed with the acquisition. Meanwhile, He Tian would continue to dump shares, the price would collapse, and He Tian would effectively be using the money He Jiansheng just spent to buy back his own shares.

He Jiansheng shivered. What was to be done?

The stock price! If he could keep the price from falling, he wouldn't let He Tian get his way.

At that moment, a massive volume of stock hit the market again. He Jiansheng’s expression shifted rapidly. When he saw the price dip to forty-five yuan, he finally made up his mind. If he had lost the initiative, he would go down fighting.

"Buy! Buy it all!" He Jiansheng roared with bloodshot eyes.

Meng Yang wanted to stop him, but he didn't dare. While he felt this was unwise, he couldn't think of any other way.

Five million shares! Ten million shares! Five million shares!

Under He Jiansheng’s frantic buying, the price stabilized at forty-five yuan. But this was only achieved by absorbing twenty million shares. At forty-five yuan, that cost him nine hundred million. He Jiansheng now had less than six hundred million in cash, yet He Tian still held twenty-one percent of the company—twenty-one million shares.

As more massive batches of stock appeared on the screen, the traders looked toward He Jiansheng. He watched the price drop to forty yuan.

"Buy ten million shares first!" He Jiansheng ordered, checking the time—only an hour and a half until the market closed. He had never felt time move so slowly.

Buying those ten million shares stabilized the price at forty, but it drained another four hundred million. He Jiansheng now had less than two hundred million left.

"These are all my bank cards. There’s about fifty million in them. Ah Yang... I need your help!" He Jiansheng looked at Meng Yang.

"Young Master, it's useless. It can't be stabilized anymore," Meng Yang said, offering a bitter smile.

"Ah Yang!" He Jiansheng said in a low voice. "I need your help!"

Looking at He Jiansheng’s bloodshot, desperate eyes, Meng Yang felt a wave of fear. But would he be willing to give up his own money? Could he bear to part with it? Did he... even dare to?