The War of Resistance Against Japan: Special Operations Battalion Traverses Shanghai and Slaughters

The next day, Long Fei received a telegram from Zhou Weiguo.

It is said that he led 20,000 mechanized troops, traveling day and night, straight to Maolin area in Jing County, southern Anhui.

They decisively defeated the Nationalist troops that were surrounding the New Fourth Army from the north, and successfully rescued the New Fourth Army from the encirclement.

He is now rapidly retreating into Shandong Province, and has ordered that support troops be dispatched within Shandong to resolutely eliminate any Kuomintang blocking forces found along the retreat route.

Meanwhile, He Dong received a call saying that he had met with the US consul, Weidman.

They requested to buy the island, citing the need to escape potential war.

Ho Tung's reasoning was reasonable, and besides, he was the richest man in Hong Kong, so Wedman had no doubts.

However, Weidman said he couldn't make the decision, but promised to report to the president immediately.

Wedman also told Ho Tung that even if the president agreed, it would still need to be approved by a vote in Congress.

Long Fei thanked He Dong and told him to wait patiently for a reply.

With all the necessary matters settled, Long Fei decided to go to Shandong first.

He wanted to learn about the situation after Zhou Weiguo liberated Shandong, and he also wanted to meet with the leaders of the New Fourth Army.

Song Xiaoan and the other two were definitely worried about Long Fei going to Shandong alone. Despite Long Fei's objections, they insisted that Gong Shu lead a team of Jiaolong Action Team to escort him.

Upon arriving in Hong Kong, Shen Tunan and Wei Ruolai immediately visited Ho Tung and successfully obtained a check for five hundred million US dollars.

Immediately afterwards, the two bought tickets to New York, USA, striving to complete the important task entrusted to them by Long Fei as soon as possible.

More than twenty days later, the cruise ship arrived safely in the Port of New York, USA.

After disembarking, Shen Tunan and Wei Ruo first went to a bookstore to buy a copy of "The Stock Operator" and then found a hotel to stay in.

That night, Shen Tunan stayed up all night and read the book from beginning to end.

Shen Tunan benefited greatly from the investment techniques and philosophies that Livermore discussed in this book.

Shen Tunan even believes that this book can be called the holy grail of stock trading.

Despite having stayed up all night, Shen Tunan showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, he was full of energy.

After having breakfast with Wei Ruolai, the two of them excitedly went to 730 Fifth Avenue.

Wei Ruolai knocked on the door for quite a while before a scruffy old man, reeking of alcohol, slowly opened it.

Shen Tunan hurriedly and politely inquired, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Livermore?"

The old man squinted at Shen Tunan for a moment, then slowly nodded.

“I am you, sir, but I don’t know you.”

“Mr. Livermore, my name is Shen Tunan, and I have come all the way from the distant land of China to pay you a visit.”

Livermore grunted in response: "Mr. Shen, what brings you all this way to see me?"

After Livermore finished speaking, he yawned, and a strong, nauseating smell of alcohol hit Shen Tunan's nostrils.

Shen Tunan frowned, forcing himself to suppress his discomfort, and continued speaking.

“Mr. Livermore, may we go inside and sit down so we can talk properly?”

Livermore shrugged. "Well, if you don't mind that my house is dirty and smelly, then come in."

Shen Tunan nodded slightly to Wei Ruolai and followed Livermore inside first.

The room was indeed messy and dirty, with crooked wine bottles scattered all over the table, coffee table, and floor.

In addition, the entire room was filled with a strong stench.

Seeing Livermore slumped on the sofa, Shen Tunan walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and opened the window to let in sunlight and fresh air.

"No...don't open the window, I don't like such bright light..."

Shen Tunan ignored him, turned around and plopped down opposite Livermore.

“Mr. Livermore, I never imagined you would turn into a cowardly rat, spending your days locked in this cell drinking.”

"Your former high spirits and unstoppable momentum have vanished."

Shen Tunan's words sent a jolt through Livermore, as if he had been electrocuted, and his body convulsed violently.

Then, he picked up the bottle and took a big gulp.

"Mr. Shen, have you ever experienced the feeling of going from heaven to hell, and then from hell back to heaven?"

Shen Tunan nodded: "Of course I've experienced it."

Livermore laughed wildly, "You've only experienced it once, while I've experienced it four times in my life."

"Although I got up every time I fell, the pain was like being reborn from the ashes. You can't understand it unless you experience it yourself."

Shen Tunan had already planned how to persuade the other party before he arrived, so he directly mocked him.

"Unfortunately, you didn't have the courage to be reborn this time, and instead chose to give up."

"If that's the case, why were you so persistent before, causing yourself so much pain? You might as well have given up sooner to avoid suffering repeated agony."

Livermore seemed stung by Shen Tunan's words, and asked in bewilderment.

"You traveled all this way to find me, just to mock me?"

Shen Tunan smiled and shook his head, then took out the book "The Stock Operator" and slammed it on the coffee table.

"I have read your monumental work. I think it is simply a trading bible. It's a pity that there are too few people in the United States who know its value."

When Livermore met Shen Tunan and heard his high praise for the book, his eyes immediately lit up with a long-lost gleam.

Seeing that his words had an effect, Shen Tunan continued to provoke him.

“Mr. Livermore, bankruptcy is not terrible, and a failed marriage is even less of a problem. I can help you stand up again and make everyone look up to you again.”

Shen Tunan's words were very persuasive, and Livermore's mind was filled with images of past successes and glories.

Unfortunately, Livermore's excitement only lasted for a dozen seconds before he quickly became dejected.

“Mr. Shen, you can’t help me. Even if you had money, it wouldn’t be of any use now, let alone if I didn’t have any.”

"The US stock market has been stagnant for the past few years with little volatility. Even if I am confident, I cannot recreate its former glory."

Shen Tunan knew, of course, that Livermore was right. Now that his confidence had been boosted, things would be much simpler from here on out.

Shen Tunan immediately pulled out a check for five hundred million US dollars and placed it in front of him.

“Mr. Livermore, there is a saying in China: ‘The times create heroes, and heroes create the times.’”

"What does that mean? It means that when the stock market is performing well, we can take advantage of it to achieve success, but when the stock market is not fluctuating, we can create fluctuations. When the stock market is not performing well, we can also create market conditions."

"I have five hundred million dollars here. I plan to use it to short the Wall Street stock market and make it hit a new low. What do you think?"

"What? Shorting Wall Street stocks and pushing them to new lows?"

Livermore stared at Shen Tunan in horror, raising serious questions.

Shen Tunan smiled confidently and said, "Mr. Livermore, aren't you the best at short selling? So I'd like to invite you to join us. You don't need to spend a penny; I just need to borrow your past reputation."

"Of course, I will also give you a generous reward; ten percent of the profits will be yours."

The terms offered by Shen Tunan were extremely tempting, and for Livermore, which was already bankrupt, they were definitely substantial.

Most importantly, Shen Tunan's crazy plan to short the Wall Street stock market and make it hit a new low further fueled Livermore's fighting spirit and ambition.

"Okay, I promise you."

Shen Tunan laughed and took out a hundred dollars from his wallet, handing it over.

“Mr. Livermore, here’s the money. Get yourself ready. We’ll meet at the Wall Street Stock Exchange at eight o’clock tomorrow morning.”

"I believe that we, the three wolves of Wall Street, will make history this time and bring you back to the top of 1929."