Chapter 67

"Dad, Hong Kong is almost late at night, right? Haven't rested yet?" Yang Sen, awaiting the US stock market opening, received a call from Liu Muqian overseas.

"Um... It's almost 10:30, I can't sleep, have you started there?" Liu Muqian's intentionally vague response aimed at avoiding potential eavesdropping.

"Yes, Dad, I was let out half an hour ago." Yang Sen responded truthfully, maintaining a respectful posture through the phone.

"Okay, do you want to sell short next?" Liu Muqian, who had mobilized nearly $3 billion for this operation, was eager to understand Yang Sen's next move.

"No, Dad, we can't sell short, or we can't be the first one." Yang Sen, confident, stood by the window, Wall Street beneath him. The crowd resembled ants, and the air carried the aura of the financial elite.

"Scare me." Yang Sen, startled, turned back as Elena patted his chest. Unaware, he continued talking on the phone, "Dad, the market is open, I'll hang up first."

"Okay, you are busy. The funds on my side are already in place, and your side is not enough; I will make up for it here. Even if you let it go, this time Lehman will not escape unscathed. Don't call me dad in the future." Liu Muqian's strong declaration hinted at his determination.

Liu Muqian had already hung up, leaving Yang Sen with no chance to make any military orders. Shaking his head and placing the phone on the desk, Yang Sen spoke to Elena sternly, "Don't worry, let's release the stocks in our hands a little bit first, causing retail investors to be unable to bear the illusion of selling off the rumors."

"Uh... Don't open a short position?" Elena asked uncertainly, her wide-open eyes blinking, as if to say again, "What is this operation?"

"You heard that right, Elena. Go and make arrangements." Yang Sen, still keeping his cards close to his chest, hadn't fully disclosed the plan, even to Liu Muqian and his old husband, for fear of phone taps.

"Oh, oh okay, boss, I'll go now." Running out of the office with her head down, Elena was still pondering Yang Sen's true intentions.

Outside, the Wall Street traders, ready for action, were also baffled. It seemed like they had prepared for a grand showdown between two giants, but Yang Sen was throwing them a curveball.

Meanwhile, at the top CEO office of Morgan Tower, Jamie Dimon inquired, "Yuan Shan started to act?"

The little secretary nodded and hesitated before saying, "The market is indeed full of a large number of empty orders, but none of them are from Yuanshan. Not only that, Yuanshan has sold a small amount of Budweiser InBev stocks that were not in his hands."

Jamie Dimon, bewildered, stood up, touched his chin, paced the office, and looked towards Yuanshan Capital, muttering to himself, "Yang...what are you thinking about?"

This sentiment resonated with many, as Wall Street, prepared for an exciting showdown, found itself witnessing an unexpected turn of events. Could Yang Sen have persuaded Lehman?

However, amid the confusion, online rumors about Anheuser-Busch InBev intensified. The fervor of netizens seemed enough to frame the Lehman family. Yang Sen's strategic release of information was effectively influencing the market.

Yang Sen, in his office, retrieved an old-fashioned Samsung flip phone from the drawer. After dialing a series of numbers, he made a call, and after a brief conversation, he hung up, removed the sim card, and turned the phone off. All of this happened within 30 seconds, making it challenging for even the top hackers to trace.

A few text messages later, Alanna reported, "Boss, half an hour after the opening, the stock price of AB InBev fell to US$115.2, a 0.6% drop from the opening price of US$116. Many institutions have already entered and built an empty warehouse."

Yang Sen, somewhat dissatisfied with this decline, pressed forward, "Lehman has entered?" The stockholders were following the trend, and Yang Sen needed to gauge the situation. Stabilizing the stock price required major shareholders to buy back or Dazhuang's intervention.

"At present, the main force in the market is still retail investors and small institutions. No large funds have entered the market to rescue it." Alanna's report shed light on the ongoing dynamics.

Yang Sen nodded, tapping his fingers on the table. "It seems that the heat is not enough. Don't worry about them; we continue to toss, the action can be increased, the order must be scattered."

"Okay, and Mrs. Yang called and said that your father's flight landed safely. He has picked up the car on his way to the hospital. Please rest assured."

"Oh? Okay, I see. You can go down first, and let me know if you have any news."

"Yes, boss."