Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 397 Damn it! What the hell is this bastard trying to do?

Chen Lichuan stood there, stunned for a full three seconds, his face filled with astonishment, as if to say, "That's... over?"

He anticipated all sorts of instructions, questions, and even doubts from his boss, but he never expected that Ye Fan would just "get a feel for the work progress." After listening to his concise report, Ye Fan left with a word of encouragement and then departed!

He walked back to his desk and sat down, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the surface. Looking at the cup of tea that Ye Fan had only drunk half of, still steaming, he shook his head and chuckled, "This Mr. Ye... really is... so casual."

However, the words "I am very relieved" acted like a reassurance, instantly dispelling the unease he felt due to his boss's sudden visit, and replacing it with a sense of security and motivation from being fully trusted.

He turned his attention back to the screen, and seemed more motivated for his afternoon work.

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Ye Fan didn't go back to his office. Instead, he found an empty chair in the corner of the trading room and sat down, as if he were just an ordinary member of the team.

There's still some time before the market opens this afternoon.

He took out his phone, the screen lit up, and the familiar Fruit Ninja interface appeared again.

His fingertips swiped across the screen, producing a "swish" sound effect. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting dappled light and shadow on his focused face.

This leisurely atmosphere on the edge of the capital battlefield contrasts subtly with the tension inside.

Shen Jun and Yang Bin clearly had no intention of taking a lunch break.

After finishing their meal, the two immediately returned to the trading desk. The screen was filled with a dense array of financial websites, forum pages, and internal data terminals. Their fingers flew across the keyboard, refreshing the page rapidly, and their sharp eyes caught any movement that might affect the afternoon's trading outcome.

The air was filled with a silent, focused tension, a quality unique to the period before a major battle.

Ye Fan didn't disturb them, immersing himself in the simple joy of cutting fruit.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the screen's glow and the clicks of keyboards.

As the clock on the wall approached 1 p.m., a faint scent of lemon wafted into the trading room.

Tea and pastry chef Lin Wei walked in with light steps, carrying a tray.

She gently placed a cup of hand-whipped lemon tea, still damp with water droplets and with a straw, on the table next to Ye Fan.

"Mr. Ye, here's your tea." Lin Wei's voice was gentle, with a hint of barely perceptible gratitude.

This job is of great significance to her as a single mother—not only is the environment relaxed and the colleagues friendly, but more importantly, it provides a decent salary that can support her and her child.

She cherishes everyone here, especially Ye Fan, who gave her this opportunity.

"Oh, okay, thank you, Sister Lin." Ye Fan paused the game, took the cold cup, and sincerely thanked her.

"You're welcome!" Lin Wei smiled warmly and placed the other two specially made drinks (perhaps Shen Jun's iced Americano and Yang Bin's energy drink) in the hands of the two traders.

The trading room has the most unique atmosphere in the entire company. There is no strict hierarchy, only a sense of camaraderie among colleagues. Even the cleaning lady can chat with everyone about everyday life.

Lin Wei put down her drink and quietly slipped out, not wanting to disturb the battle that was about to begin.

At 1 p.m. sharp, the opening bell of the stock market seemed to ring in everyone's heart!

Shen Jun and Yang Bin instantly got into the zone, their eyes like hawks locking onto their prey, their fingers striking the keyboard with a rapid, rhythmic thud! The keyboard's rhythm was the drumbeat of the battlefield!

The battle escalated to a fever pitch right from the start!

Thanks to Ye Fan's bold counterattack and shattering of rumors in the morning, coupled with the massive discussion and fermentation on platforms such as stock forums and Weibo super topic during the lunch break, a large number of encouraged retail investors and trend-following institutions flocked into the market as soon as the market opened in the afternoon!

Driven by buying, Shenmu Coal's stock price not only did not continue to decline as Cao Yunji had hoped, but instead defied the trend and rose stubbornly upward!

The bulls' momentum is unparalleled!

Ye Fan put down his phone, his gaze calmly sweeping over the wildly fluctuating betting odds.

He suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly penetrating the keyboard sounds: "Shen Jun, Yang Bin, stop the shopping spree."

The two paused, quickly removed the large buy order from the order book, and looked at Ye Fan with a puzzled expression.

Ye Fan's lips curled into a knowing smile: "Let the bullets fly for a while. Let these bandwagon followers wear down the enemy's firepower first."

This is a precise psychological tactic—allowing market sentiment to spontaneously attack the short-selling defenses, depleting the opponent's precious financial resources.

"Yes, boss!" The two immediately understood and switched to monitoring mode, no longer taking the initiative.

Without Ye Fan's "main force" launching a cost-no-holds-barred offensive, the battlefield has become a head-on struggle between retail investors and small and medium-sized institutions and short sellers.

Initially, the surge of follow-up buying did indeed withstand the selling pressure.

However, individual investors ultimately have limited funds and their resolve is easily swayed.

After an hour of struggling to hold on, the bulls' defenses began to crumble under the relentless and fierce selling pressure from Cao Yunji's camp!

Panic spread again like ripples, some speculative investors began to waver and retreat, and the buying power visibly weakened, pushing the stock price down below the surface once more!

The short sellers seem to see a glimmer of hope for a counterattack!

Just as this defensive line was about to collapse—

"Now!" Ye Fan's voice was like a sword being drawn from its sheath, "Catch all the panic selling! Take as much as there is!"

"Roger!" Shen Jun and Yang Bin responded like soldiers hearing a bugle call, their fingers flying across the keyboard with an even more frenzied rhythm than before!

The massive number of buy orders instantly reappeared, like a sturdy dam, firmly holding back the collapsing tide!

A tug-of-war!

A more brutal tug-of-war, a contest of financial strength and willpower, is unfolding on the wildly fluctuating candlestick chart!

Meanwhile, inside a villa in Jiangning District.

Cao Yunji stared intently at the stock price on the screen, which fluctuated like a rollercoaster but could never break through completely. His face was no longer ashen, but faintly glowing green!

He felt as if every punch he threw was hitting cotton, or that his opponent had cleverly guided him to waste his irrelevant strength.

This feeling of being led by the nose and having no way to use his strength almost made him suffer internal injuries from suffocation!

"Damn it! What the hell is this bastard trying to do?!" He gritted his teeth, slamming his fist heavily on the control panel, yet he had no choice but to continue directing this endless war of attrition.

The additional 100 million yuan that Zhou Chongzheng invested is burning at an alarming rate...

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