Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 912 Who exactly summoned whom?
"Your remarks have directly impacted the capital market, currently causing abnormal fluctuations in real estate stocks, banking stocks, and even the entire A-share market..."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow and grinned, "My few words have that much power? Really? I don't believe it!"

"...That's not all. International investors' confidence in the stability of China's financial system may be shaken, triggering capital outflows and increasing systemic risks—"

"Hey~ wait a minute." Chen Mo quickly raised his hand to interrupt the other party's spellcasting. "Goodness, if you keep talking, I'm afraid the destruction of the universe will be blamed on me. Don't try to pin everything on me."

A young man sitting opposite him slammed his hand on the table: "Chen Mo, we are having a formal conversation with you. Please be more respectful!"

Chen Mo slowly picked at his ear, and finally glanced at the other person—not high-ranking, but with quite a temper.

He knew perfectly well that this "conversation" was nothing more than a small action taken by the other party in response to stress.

The reason I came today is less to answer questions and more to give the other party a way out, to leave each other some leeway, and to avoid a complete falling out.

He went to various provinces and cities to investigate markets and negotiate business, and the level of hospitality he received was basically the highest. The locals were afraid that he would leave, so they didn't really take this meeting seriously.

After all, everyone has their own expertise; how could a person in charge of housing possibly manage someone who works in the internet industry?

He didn't rush to refute, but just wanted to see what kind of show the other party was trying to put on.

"...Given the seriousness of the situation, you must immediately cease making such irresponsible and pessimistic remarks about the macroeconomy in any public setting."

"From now on, any public statements made by you and all your companies must be subject to strict internal review and exercise extreme caution."

All voices should consider the overall situation and align with the direction of development, rather than acting recklessly and disregarding the consequences…

Chen Mo lowered his head, his expression unreadable, only a deep response came from within:

"Yes, I admit I didn't think things through and underestimated the seriousness of the matter..."

This made the people sitting opposite him relax. Although they had heard that Chen Mo had a somewhat unconventional way of doing things in the past, they believed that he would most likely act very "cooperatively" in this situation.

After all, so many real estate tycoons used to sit here; even the toughest dragon had to coil up and the fiercest tiger had to lie down.

You should know that among the four classes of people—scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants—merchants are considered the lowest class!
But Chen Mo's next words made them change color instantly:
"I didn't expect your stress response to be even stronger than I anticipated."

You talk about the big picture, but let me tell you what the real big picture is!

The real big picture is that the vitality of the entire society is being stimulated by the financial attributes of real estate through short-term financing.

"You talk about risks, but the real risks are never in the words, but in the disease itself."

Do you think I can make my words law and create risk with just a few words?
You overestimate me, Chen Mo. What exactly is the root of the risk? Are you genuinely ignorant or just pretending?

"Finally, it comes down to responsibility. Who is disregarding responsibility?"
By implementing the "Housing Security Plan" and ESOP, the company is striving to ensure its employees are not burdened by housing issues. This is a concrete action to combat the economic pressure brought about by high housing prices. This is about "guiding" and "relaxing" the situation. Where did I go wrong?
So who exactly is blocking the way? Don't you guys have any idea?

Chen Mo's sharp retorts, like a barrage of questions, left the other party speechless and utterly silent.

He slowly stood up: "It's nothing but saying some trivial things, yet you act like a woman, making a mountain out of a molehill, harping on it endlessly. Is this really necessary?" "Don't forget, I work in the internet industry. My specialty is data—collecting data, analyzing data, and publishing data."

"If you really push me too far, I don't mind saying something more practical. Are you sure... you can handle this?"

He took two steps forward, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked down at the person opposite him in an almost oppressive manner:

"I'm here today to give face to your leader."

"Get your positions straight. A person in charge of housing has overstepped their bounds and is now managing the internet. Who gave you this privilege?"

You delayed me for an hour. At my current earning speed, that's a loss of about 5 million yuan. I won't let you compensate me; I doubt you can afford to lose the two coins you just received.

"I'm leaving, but please wait!"

After finishing his work, Chen Mo put his hands behind his back and walked away leisurely.

A brief silence fell over the room.

This confrontation was destined not to be reported in the newspapers, but it was like a heavy stone thrown into the lake of everyone's heart, creating ripples of repression.

The faces of the people opposite him were ashen, but no one dared to utter a sound until Chen Mo pushed the door open and left.

They couldn't easily refute Chen Mo's remarks because they knew their own family affairs well enough to withstand close scrutiny.
And Chen Mo's guess was right. He wanted to call Chen Mo over to "reprimand" him and tell him to be careful with his words and actions, but he didn't intend to really do anything.

Even if they really tried, they couldn't make a move. It's not something they can decide on their own; their superiors might even have to discuss it with them.

Ironically, it turned out that they were the ones who got wiped out and defeated by Chen Mo in one fell swoop.
The group looked at each other, wondering who the hell had invited whom to a meeting.

This Chen Mo is so arrogant that he is completely unreasonable, but his arrogance is not just empty talk - which richest man in China has no one behind him?
Sure enough, not long after, some people from Chen Mo's supervisory unit came over. They accused him of "not following procedures" and "overstepping his authority." Since they were in the wrong, they could only admit defeat and punish themselves by drinking three cups of wine.

Upon returning to the company, Chen Mo immediately convened an emergency meeting with Tianji Pavilion to review the entire process of the meeting.

More than two months have passed since the preparation for the "Can It Stop?" project began, and a lot of information has been initially gathered.

Chen Mo stared at the complex analytical charts projected on the screen, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper: "...Is the situation really that serious? One trillion already? Old Xu really has a death wish!"

One of the expert group members chimed in to explain:
"Moss, it's like this. According to our big data model, the turning point should appear around 20-21. However, if we intervene in advance and act as the trigger, we can prevent Evergrande from creating an even bigger hole."

However, the real estate market is a typical confidence-driven market, where confidence is more valuable than gold. Once market confidence is lost, a run on the market can spread.

Chen Mo smiled. "Isn't this exactly what we've been hoping for?"

"Our target is a certain real estate company, but this could trigger a chain reaction of problems, ultimately leading to a downward spiral across the entire market."
Economic models have shown that we underestimated the destructive power of this event.

After hearing the explanation, the smile on Chen Mo's face disappeared.
(End of this chapter)