Hong Kong variety show: I can boost loyalty, the most generous boss.

Chapter 43. Making 43 million in the stock market, Dongxing causing trouble?

At Yang Jun's command, Wang Xue received the order and immediately went to the office area to deploy the more than 20 traders. They typed away at their keyboards and went on a buying spree in the secondary market, purchasing all of Aimego's products.

"We've acquired 100 million shares of Aimeigo!"

"I've acquired 50 shares of Amigo."

As soon as someone puts out a stock of Amlogic, it's snapped up immediately, and it's not just one company scrambling for it, but three or more companies fighting over it.

In a building in Central, Liu Xiong frowned as he stared at his computer screen, and said angrily:

"What's going on? Are there other bookmakers trying to steal the game?"

Liu Xiong was previously a major shareholder of Aimeigao. His relationship with Liang Ying, one of the founding members, deteriorated, so he devised a scheme to cash out 200 million yuan and leave Aimeigao.

Liu Xiong's real purpose was to buy back shares at rock-bottom prices and regain control of Amigo, because the Hong Kong dollar had appreciated and Amigo's share price had reached its lowest point.

Aimeigao's highest share price last year was 4.5 yuan, but it has now fallen to 1.5 yuan per share, and its market value has dropped several times.

When the stock price of Aimeigao was driven down to 1.3 yuan per share, Liu Xiong decisively took action and acquired more than 100 million shares, giving him a stake of over 20%.

Just as Liu Xiong was about to make a full-scale acquisition, he discovered that all the stocks on the market had been snatched up.

"Mr. Liu, there are two major players involved. One of them is Liang Ying from Aimeigao Industry. He can step in to support the price."

"As for the other bookmaker, I haven't found out yet, but they are also very powerful and should not be underestimated!"

Liu Xiong was frustrated. If he sold the stock now, he could make a small profit, but that was not his goal.

Liu Xiong's real goal was to seize control of Amlogic and regain his position as chairman of the board.

"No matter the cost, we must take down Emego and continue our all-in attack!"

"Buy it all! Buy every single stock that appears on the market!"

Liang Ying, the controller of Amigo, did not give up easily and tried desperately to buy back Amigo's shares, but Liang Ying's financial resources were not as good as Liu Xiong's.

Amid the three-way bidding war, Amlogic's stock price soared to the 2 yuan mark like a rocket, and continued its upward trajectory.

Many Hong Kong stock investors also noticed this speculative stock, which rose by 100% in one day and reached the three-dollar mark by the close of trading the next day.

"Wow! Are we going to repeat the Wharf miracle again?"

"Should we go for it? Let's take a gamble and see if we can turn a bicycle into a motorcycle."

Buying high and selling low is a specialty of retail investors. With the addition of this new force, Amego's stock price rose even faster.

The Hong Kong stock market has no price limits, and it's possible for prices to rise several times in a single day. Amex Technology continued its upward trend, breaking through the HK$4 mark on the third day.

Yang Jun also received a system warning that Amego's stock price was too high, so he immediately called Zhanmi and Wang Xue over.

"Wang Xue, sell all the stocks you have!"

Ah! Wang Xue was surprised. Right now, everyone outside is hyping up this stock. The market is booming. It's worth holding for at least a few days.

"Boss, are you sure you want to sell now? The price will probably rise further in the next two days."

Yang Jun smiled faintly and said to Wang Xue:
"Don't try to earn the last penny; being too greedy might lead to losing more than you gain."

"Throw it all away!"

Wang Xue nodded and quickly sold her shares. Due to the strong buying interest, the average selling price was around 4 yuan.

The purchase price was HK$1.5 per share, and the selling price was HK$4 per share. The investment was HK$2 million, and the profit was around HK$5 million.

Wang Xue was stunned! This is insane!
In just three days, they made a profit of 500 million yuan. The boss is amazing!

Even the stock market guru couldn't do that, right? No, even the stock market guru might not be able to do it.

The day after Yang Jun made his move, Aimeigao's stock price plummeted from 4 yuan, a 20% drop in a single day, leaving countless retail investors stranded halfway down the mountain.

"Holy crap! This isn't Wharf Holdings, it's a trap set by capitalists!"

"I want to get off the bus, I don't want to play anymore."

"I lost 20,000 yuan in one day, which is half a year's salary for me! Ugh!"

The stock exchange was in despair, and these retail investors were left hanging halfway up the mountain, becoming the last ones to take the fall.

Retail investors have no source of information and can only chase highs and sell lows. They are the lowest-end creatures in the stock market ecosystem, just pure韭菜 (a metaphor for being exploited).

Just as Yang Jun was celebrating his huge profits, these retail investors were lamenting their heavy losses. Liu Xiong received news that someone had taken advantage of his fight with Liang Ying over the stock to sell off their shares, causing the price to plummet. He was furious and cursed:

"Investigate! Who dares to snatch food from my, Liu Xiong's, tiger's mouth?"

Liu Xiong is hailed by the media as a stock market sniper, always achieving resounding success with his every move. So why did he fail this time when he personally took charge of the market?

The assistant was also sweating profusely. This time, Liu Xiong paid an extra HK$2 million to acquire a controlling stake in Emigo.

"Mr. Liu, we've traced these accounts back to Giant Fund, a fund company that was only recently established."

Liu Xiong frowned. A fund company? He didn't dare to act rashly, so he asked his assistant to find out the background of Giant Fund.

After taking a big bite out of Aimego Company, Yang Jun of Giant Fund set his sights on the next target.

"White Cat Daily Chemicals, bought 500 million Hong Kong dollars."

Yang Jun instructed Giant Fund to buy White Cat Daily Chemicals, and then became a hands-off manager, only remotely controlling the fund company's operations via telephone.

On the S600 Mercedes-Benz, Yang Jun listened to Jiu Wenlong's report.

"Boss, Tung Sing opened a bar next to our nightclub, and they're even stealing our parking business."

Tung Sing? Weren't they in Yuen Long, New Territories? Did they escape?

Yang Jun, with a cigar in his mouth, asked casually:

"Which of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing is it? Daring to plant their flag on our turf?"

Nine-Tattooed Dragon said indignantly:

"It's Crow and Smiling Tiger. They opened a bar called Dongman Bar, the 'Dong' in Dongxing!"

"Also, Tung Sing's underlings are selling contraband in our nightclub!"

Yang Jun narrowed his eyes and said to Nine-Tattooed Dragon:

"Let's go take a look!"

Yang Jun wasn't afraid of Tung Sing opening a bar; he was afraid that Tung Sing's people would sell drugs and attract the attention of the cops, which would prevent them from doing business.

Yang Jun entered the Linglong Nightclub, and KK immediately came up to him and said:

"Brother Jun, someone is selling drug powder in our store."

KK pointed to a corner where four short mules sat, each holding a bag of sugar in a mysterious manner.

"We chased them away yesterday, but they're back again today, like a leech!"

Yang Jun's face turned cold. These Tung Sing lads were trying to frame him, not by making the deal in his own bar, but by coming to his own nightclub instead.

"Nine-Dragon, bring those guys here."

Nine-Tattooed Dragon nodded, and led a dozen or so henchmen over to surround the four short mules. After beating them severely, he grabbed them by the hair and dragged them in front of Yang Jun.

The long-haired, bespectacled leader of the East Star gang was still not convinced and shouted insults:

"I am Dongxing Fat Corpse, and my boss is Crow!"

Yang Jun looked at the thin, fat corpse and said coldly:
"Dongxing? Then you don't need to be so polite."

"Cut off one of his hands, then throw him out!"

After Yang Jun left, he put his arm around KK and Little Stutterer and went upstairs, ignoring the thugs completely.

What? Cut off a hand?

The fat corpse and the others, their faces filled with terror, wiped the cold sweat from their eyes and asked, trembling:

"Don't do anything reckless, people will die!"

"Brother Long, you guys are joking, right?"

Nine-Striped Dragon grinned maliciously and asked in return:
"What do you say?"

Nine-Tattooed Dragon roughly grabbed the hair of the four fat corpses and dragged them into the back alley, where shrill screams rang out.

"Aaaaaah!! My hand..."

(End of this chapter)