Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

Amidst the whirring of the central air conditioning, he leaned back in his leather seat, his gaze fixed intently on the intraday chart.

A half-smoked cigarette burns quietly in the ashtray, its wisps of smoke twisting into eerie shapes in front of the screen.

Fifteen minutes later, a new sell order of 10,000 lots suddenly appeared in the order book, with the selling price still stuck at 3.10 yuan.

He Yuzhu's sprang up and knocked over the coffee cup beside him. The dark brown liquid smeared on the transaction record sheet, but he was completely unaware. He licked his dry lips and quickly typed commands on the keyboard with one hand.

The moment the transaction details popped up, the sell queue was almost completely cleared, and the order book finally revealed the long-lost red buy orders.

And so he sat upright in front of the trading platform, his knuckles unconsciously tapping the armrests, his eyes fixed on the flickering screen, like a seasoned hunter lurking deep in the jungle, exuding a dangerous aura that made people afraid to approach him.

He knew that the market was like a battlefield that changed in an instant, and every decision was crucial to success or failure. He had to patiently wait for the best opportunity.

His index finger hovered above the mouse button, his eyes fixed on the changes in the sell order data.

He will only make a move without hesitation when the number of sell orders gathers like a tide and exceeds the critical point of 1000 shares.

That decisive movement was like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, full of explosive power.

The entire morning's trading was like a tense and exciting hunting game.

He made a total of 4 moves, each one incredibly precise and swift, like lightning streaking across the night sky.

The sounds of keyboard typing and mouse clicking intertwined, creating a tense trading symphony.

With each decisive move he made, the immense pressure on the bears gradually melted and eased, like snow under the warm spring sun.

As the midday closing bell was about to ring, the string of numbers representing stock prices on the electronic screen in the trading hall seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, slowly climbing at a heart-pounding pace as everyone held their breath in suspense.

When the blinking cursor finally settled on 3.20 yuan, the cold air from the air conditioner vents swirled in the air, accompanied by a series of hissing sounds. Some people crumpled their transaction slips, while others slammed their coffee cups heavily onto the metal table.

He loosened his grip on the mouse; the white marks on his knuckles had not yet faded, but the thin layer of sweat seeping from his suit sleeves had already soaked the watch strap.

His gaze swept over Chen Jiapei's slightly trembling eyelashes. This opponent, who had been on edge since the start of the negotiations, was now staring intently at the K-line chart on the screen.

"Mr. Chen, if you keep staring at the numbers, your lunch will get cold."

He was the first to remove his gold-rimmed glasses, slowly and meticulously wiping the lenses with his cuff, but his gaze behind the lenses remained fixed on the other person's subtle changes in expression.

"I heard the rooftop revolving restaurant has a new French-style baked escargot dish. Would you do me the honor of joining me to digest these numbers?"

The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows slanted between the two, making the gold-embossed restaurant voucher he handed over shimmer with tiny sparkles.

Throughout the afternoon, the central air conditioning hummed softly, but his white shirt was soaked with cold sweat in the office, which was kept at a constant temperature of 25 degrees Celsius.

His fingertips unconsciously traced the cap of his fountain pen, drawing messy arcs on the meeting minutes notebook, but his eyes remained fixed on the fluctuating stock price numbers.

The candlestick chart on the screen resembled a dying snake, each tremor tugging at his taut nerves.

When the stock price failed to break through the 3.2 yuan support level for the 17th time and finally plummeted like a kite with a broken string, the trader suddenly stood up to press the order button, but was stopped by the hand raised.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the burning anxiety in his chest. He dug his nails into his palms, trying to regain his rationality amidst the stinging pain—this was nothing more than a deception set up by his opponent.

The stock price slowly sank under his bloodshot eyes. When the pointer stopped at 3.15 yuan, a series of exclamations suddenly erupted in the trading hall.

He stood like a silent statue, his sinister gaze reflected in the computer screen before him.

My fingers trembled slightly as I hovered over the keyboard, but I finally opened the encrypted folder and pulled up the competitor's fund flow charts that I had collected over the past three months.

The setting sun outside the window cast a long shadow of him. Just as the stock price fell below 3.15 yuan, he finally caught the abnormal fluctuation hidden in the folds of the data.

Finally, in the last 10 minutes before closing time, the atmosphere in the trading hall became increasingly tense.

The numbers jumping on the computer screen seemed to be having a final celebration. He Yuzhu stared intently at the screen, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

He keenly sensed that sell orders were accumulating like an undercurrent in the 3.15 yuan to 3.20 yuan range, and the order volume tripled in just three minutes, forming a bottomless cliff.

This was a fleeting opportunity! He quickly moved the mouse to bring up the trading interface and rapidly typed key combinations on the keyboard, each keystroke sounding like a drumbeat on the battlefield.

The moment the total sell volume exceeded the predetermined threshold, he decisively pressed the Enter key, and 300,000 buy orders, like a sword drawn from its sheath, instantly pierced through layers of selling pressure.

The order book numbers fluctuated wildly, and the stock price soared. The originally densely packed sell order column was completely washed away by red numbers, leaving only the final transaction price of 3.20 yuan flashing on the screen like a victory flag.

As the final electronic agreement flashed on the screen, indicating it had been signed, He Yuzhu loosened his grip on the pen. The metal body of the pen, warmed by his palm, gleamed a dark red under the conference room's overhead light.

He leaned back into the leather seat, gazing at the CBD skyline as the city lights began to twinkle outside the window, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed a mouthful of cold tea.

The phone screen lit up on the negotiating table, displaying sixteen consecutive notifications of incoming payments.

He scrolled through the densely packed transaction records, his fingertip pausing on the last line of numbers—an additional 15000 shares, raising his holding ratio from 17.3% to 25%.

This number reminded him of that stormy night three months ago, when the glaring 12% shareholding percentage at the board meeting felt like a steel needle, pricking the back of his neck until it went numb.

At that moment, he placed his phone face down on the negotiating table, the leather surface making a dull thud.

The glass curtain wall reflected the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, and the emerald on his tie clip glowed faintly in the shadows.

This is not just an increase in the number of shares, but a carefully orchestrated capital war. From acquiring equity in marginal companies to cleverly splitting up the option pool, every step is like the meshing and turning of precise gears, finally prying open the key fulcrum that is enough to change the game.

At the same time, exciting news also came from Li Yunzhen's side.

Outside the conference room's floor-to-ceiling windows, a torrential downpour was pouring down, yet she paced back and forth in her office, phone in hand, her nails almost digging into her palms.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Xinnian, the owner of the milk company, spoke with a hum of static that seemed to come from near and far as the haggling went on for a full three hours.

She first presented a market analysis report, using detailed milk source cost data to prove that the price of 3.8 yuan was inflated; then she promised to help expand the East China market over the next three years, using precise channel resources as leverage.