Chapter 104: Dragon King, Hold On!

While dealing with the man in black over the phone, Angkor also had to fend off a barrage of curse-laden text messages from unknown numbers.

But as expected of someone who digs graves for a living, Angkor had nerves of steel.

One man against dozens of attackers, yet he held his ground.

He even sent them nauseating pictures of zongzi (corpse-wrapped dumplings), making them sick to their stomachs!

In the end, his phone battery died, bringing an abrupt end to the war of words.

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Through all the heated exchanges, the Dragon King, Zhao Tian, finally understood the reason behind the enemy's fury.

It turned out that Lin Beifan, instead of losing money, had actually made over one billion yuan from this wave of operations.

And the root cause?

The enemy had pressed the wrong button.

A bullish position mistakenly turned into a bearish one.

Thus, Lin Beifan made money—fair and square.

Realizing this, the Dragon King was so enraged that tears welled up in his eyes.

"I... I tmd… I just handed him another billion!"

"I threw in nearly three billion, and I got nothing, while Lin Beifan made a billion!"

"Yesterday, he made another billion!"

"From start to finish, he's pocketed over two billion, while I've lost nearly five billion!"

"All of it—just to fatten him up!"

His entire body swayed, looking utterly defeated.

The men in black grew worried and shouted in unison:

"Dragon King, hold on!"

But Zhao Tian waved a weak hand.

"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile!" he said, barely keeping his voice steady.

"I am the mighty Dragon King. I've weathered countless storms. What's a few billion? I can handle it!"

"Dragon King, you're incredible!" The men in black were filled with admiration.

"Bring me a radiator. I need to warm my chest."

Men in black: "..."

As the warmth of the radiator spread across his chest, Zhao Tian finally felt that his heart wasn't quite as cold anymore.

Then, clutching the radiator in one hand and his phone in the other, he contacted Angkor.

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Man in Black: Next time, double-check before making a move!

Angkor: Who told you to act so fast? You're never this proactive when grave-digging!

Man in Black: …

Angkor: I was about to tell you that you had driven the price down, but you didn't even give me a chance to react!

Man in Black: Are you seriously blaming me for this?!

Angkor: Who even are you? I've never seen such an idiot before!

Man in Black: Bastard! How dare you insult me?!

Angkor: Oh, I dare! And I'll say it again—idiot, idiot, idiot…

Man in Black: I swear, I—!

And so, the two continued cursing each other for the entire night.

Until their phone batteries ran out.

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On the third day, Lin Beifan once again brought Angkor into the trading room.

"Today, we're still working on soybean futures!"

With a smile, he quizzed Angkor:

"Tell me, should we go long or short today?"

Angkor hesitated. "Uh... we should go long?"

"Why?" Lin Beifan asked.

Angkor gathered his thoughts. "Over the past two days, soybean prices have already dropped by 20%! But there's no major bad news in the market right now. So logically, the price should stabilize and rebound!"

Lin Beifan chuckled. "That's a very reasonable analysis. A normal person would think that way. But today, we're going short!"

Angkor was dumbfounded. "Huh?! But why? Prices have already fallen 20%, why bet against them now?"

Lin Beifan leaned back and explained:

"Markets don't always behave rationally—they're often driven by hysteria! People follow the herd, chasing highs and selling lows. You might think we've hit rock bottom, but there's always a lower low. You might think prices can't climb higher, but they can keep soaring. There's no such thing as a permanent low or a permanent high!"

"The past two consecutive limit-downs have shattered many investors' psychological thresholds, making the market extremely fragile!"

"If we push further while the wounds are fresh, we might trigger another wave of panic selling!"

"And guess what? We have the capital to manipulate the market!"

With an air of confidence, he declared:

"Short soybeans—one million lots!"

"Yes, Mr. Lin!" The traders got to work, executing massive short orders one after another.

Under the weight of Lin Beifan's aggressive orders, soybean prices quickly plunged 2%.

Meanwhile, Angkor slipped away to the restroom and sent a message to the man in black.

"Lin Beifan just shorted one million lots of soybean futures!"

On the Dragon King's side, the news was received immediately.

Zhao Tian frowned.

"He's shorting soybeans? At this moment? That's practically suicidal—it makes no sense!"

After two days of declines, soybean prices were bound to rebound.

Even if they didn't regain all their losses, a 10% rise was reasonable.

"Any sane investor would go long on soybeans right now."

For Lin Beifan to short at this point… it was baffling.

"This information sounds suspicious. Confirm it again!"

One of the men in black promptly reported:

"Dragon King, the intelligence is accurate! Lin Beifan has indeed shorted one million lots of soybeans!"

Another subordinate chimed in:

"Dragon King, a large wave of short positions has flooded the market, driving prices down—it must be Lin Beifan's doing!"

Zhao Tian still hesitated. "Has any bad news surfaced?"

"None at all, Dragon King!"

At that, Zhao Tian relaxed slightly.

If even his network hadn't picked up any negative developments, then the market was operating normally.

With a sinister glint in his eyes, he made his move.

"Then… go long on soybeans!"

"Match every short position Lin Beifan takes! Not only will we make him bleed dry, but we'll also take this opportunity to recover our losses!"

"Yes, Dragon King!"

A flood of capital poured into the soybean futures market.

Dragon King Zhao Tian not only absorbed Lin Beifan's short positions but also drove the price back up to its opening level.

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Back in the Trading Room

Angkor returned, glancing nervously at the screen.

Seeing that the price hadn't moved against them, he sighed in relief.

Lin Beifan turned to him with a smirk. "Brother Wu, where did you run off to?"

Angkor made up an excuse. "Oh, I bumped into Sister Liu and stopped to chat for a bit."

Lin Beifan shook his head, amused. "You sneaky bastard. Running off in the middle of an important trade... you really put beauty before business!"

Angkor: "..."

Lin Beifan chuckled. "But I get it."

Then, to Angkor's surprise, he stepped aside.

"Brother, you've been learning for two days now—it's time to take the reins! You handle the next trades!"

Angkor was stunned. "I... I can?"

Lin Beifan grinned. "Of course! I'll guide you."

Angkor clenched his fists.

I'll make you lose everything with my own hands.

Just you wait, Lin Beifan.