God-level Trader of Rebirth

Chapter 89

Until after three o'clock in the afternoon, there was no active entry of foreign exchange funds into the market.

Just when everyone thought it was calm, the eight major foreign capitals quietly joined forces in Weishi and launched an overwhelming attack.

Yellow River Group, Heung Kong Electric, HSBC Bank. There was a sudden huge sell-off in the market of many blue-chip stocks.

Infinity Private Equity, in the trading room.

Dozens of traders stared at the constant beating of the Hang Seng Index on the screen, and every flicker represented at least hundreds of millions of funds evaporated.

Behind this is that thousands of stockholders have been locked up, and a large number of corporate assets have shrunk.

A long negative line fell down, and everyone was terrified to see it.

Without the Hong Kong government's intervention, the market is so fragile?
"Just take a look. The Hong Kong government has not taken action, and there is no need for us to come out and take the lead."

Standing in front of the screen, Chen Weidong felt extremely calm.

It was just a sneak attack at the end of the day, and later generations have seen too many of them.

As of [-]:[-] p.m., the stock market was closed.

The futures index lost hundreds of points in the late market.

The Hang Seng Index also softened that day, closing at 7560, down 362 points.

Bad news followed.

On the same day, Asian stock markets plummeted, and Latin American stock markets fell across the board. The trend was like diving from a high platform, which was jaw-dropping.

As soon as international hot money is released, the economic systems of half the world will be shaken.

This has also given many people a deeper understanding of the strength of Wall Street.

Chen Weidong pushed open the door of the office, a gust of cold air hit him, and his body shivered uncontrollably.

The huge temperature difference made it impossible for the blood in his whole body to flow smoothly.

The strong sense of exhaustion made his eyes go dark.

Passed out on the spot.

"Awei?"

"What's wrong with you, Wei?!"

The third uncle's call and Li Xi'er's cry could be faintly heard.

There was a rush of footsteps on the floor, and many people ran over yelling, but they couldn't hear anything clearly because of the noise.

When Chen Weidong woke up again, his whole body was groggy, and it was extremely difficult to open his mouth.

With the faint light in the room, he found himself lying in a small room.

A drip was hung on the iron frame next to him, and a tube was inserted into his nostril, which should be a ventilator.

There are also some medical instruments working next to them, making a soft whirring sound.

I'm in the hospital?
Chen Weidong struggled a bit, trying to sit up with support, but found that he couldn't lift any strength at all.

The rapid inhalation of oxygen in the ventilator made him even more uncomfortable, and he coughed involuntarily.

The door was pushed open at once.

Several doctors in white coats, third uncle, Li Xi'er, Song Yunjiang and other company executives all rushed in.

The doctor hurriedly pressed him on the hospital bed: "Mr. Chen, what's wrong with you? Don't move around, we are discussing the first aid plan!"

Chen Weidong was taken aback for a moment, and said weakly: "I just feel a little tired, nothing happened, I don't need first aid, everyone is too nervous."

"Awei, the doctor said that you were seriously dehydrated just now and almost died. You can just lie down and have a good rest. Just leave the company affairs to me." Chen Jie stepped forward and said with a look of fear.

Fortunately, he was in the office at that time, found Awei who was lying on the ground in time, and drove him to the hospital in a hurry, otherwise it would be dangerous.

Chen Weidong looked at the company executives in the room, tried to maintain a calm tone and said: "Everyone go back to the company, I'm fine, don't make a fuss."

"Mr. Chen, take care of yourself."

"Yup."

Chen Weidong nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.

"Everyone go back first, I'll take care of you here, you don't have to worry, the company still needs you to maintain its operations." Chen Jie turned around and comforted everyone again.

Chen Weidong fainted suddenly, and everyone in the company was terrified. Many executives rushed over as soon as they received the news.

Song Yunjiang, in particular, was extremely nervous. Chen Weidong had always provided the direction, as long as they continued to expand, many people were already used to this.

That's why they can be leaders so easily, and they can do a job with ease in an increasingly competitive market.

If something happens to Chen Weidong, they don't know how the company will develop in the future.

The people in the ward dispersed reluctantly.

The doctor explained again, asking him to rest well and not think too much about work.

Normally, he will recover soon. The fainting this time is due to the long-term high tension and the stimulation of the severe temperature difference.
After the doctor leaves.

Only Chen Jie and Li Xi'er were left in the ward.

When Chen Weidong saw her red eyes, he should have just cried.

He sighed and said, "Go back too, it's boring here."

"I do not want!"

Li Xi'er threw herself on him, crying like pear blossoms with rain.

When she saw Chen Weidong fainted, she was so anxious that she couldn't help her, her heart was about to break, the ghost knows how many times she cried.

"I'm not dead, what about you?" Chen Weidong muttered with embarrassment on his face.

Chen Jie looked here and there in the ward, with a look of gossip on his face and tsk-tsk sounds from time to time.

"Cough cough."

Chen Weidong was thin-skinned and couldn't stand this kind of situation. He coughed twice and said, "Uncle San, you should go back to the company first. I'll be fine after a few days of rest. The company's affairs are entrusted to you. I believe you can handle them well."

"Okay, then I won't bother you, just have a good rest."

After Chen Jie confirmed that he was really okay, he left the room with a smirk on his face.

What he said before leaving made the two of them very embarrassed.

After a long time, Li Xi'er wiped away her tears and blamed herself with red eyes: "I'm sorry"

"I should say this. It must be very tiring for you to be my driver, assistant and accountant." Chen Weidong looked at her face and said quietly.

"No, I'm not tired." Li Xi'er said subconsciously.

She suddenly panicked.

I saw Chen Weidong continued: "So I decided, you will be in charge of finance in the future, and I will be the assistant and driver."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Xi'er's tears fell down again.

Chen Weidong opened his mouth, but was still too embarrassed to continue.

The night of the 27th, the eve of the war, also became Xiangjiang's sleepless night.

Countless stockholders tossed and turned, or turned on the TV, listening to the news all night.

They had a hunch that they were about to witness history, and everyone was secretly guessing.

Who will win this battle of the century?

How much will the turnover of the stock market reach?
1500 million?
Or 2000 billion?
In the early morning, the Xiangjiang Observatory issued a thunderstorm warning.

What does this herald?
Tomorrow is the final settlement deadline for HSI futures.

Whether the large number of short-term futures that "Soros" bought before can make money as they wished all depends on the last fight on this day.

Whether the hundreds of billions of Hong Kong dollars invested by the Hong Kong government have disappeared, or international speculators have lost hundreds of millions or even billions of dollars, depends on whether the stock market and foreign exchange market can stabilize at a high level that day.

(End of this chapter)