Reborn with Consumption System

Therefore, I can guarantee that the chips Han Lie gets are all from outsiders.

Once Han Lie has almost enough chips, the floating chips on the market will be nearly swept away, and the stock price will naturally start to rebound.

When it rebounds to a certain level, resistance will begin to appear at the top.

Under normal circumstances, Han Lie should use his own funds to eat up the selling orders above.

But Han Lie didn’t want to do it himself, so he lent the money to Liu Hanhe.

Go ahead, it’s your turn!

Actually, Liu Hanhe didn’t want to work for nothing either, but he was still trapped himself, with a strong need to break even, so he had no choice but to use the borrowed money to raise the stock price.

And what did Han Lie do?

He stayed below, continuing to pick up chips.

When it’s time for the offensive, you go, and when the stock price is beaten down and there are cheap chips, I’ll come.

Until Yingkou Port is pushed back to a certain height, bye-bye!

Sitting back the whole time, eating the fattest meat.

As for how to make Liu Hanhe and others obediently follow the plan... it’s all about controlling the timing when the money is credited.

Easy, right?

Too easy.

So think whatever you want in your hearts, I don’t care.

Anyway, in action, you’ll definitely comply, right?

Heh heh heh heh...

This strategy is the most typical open conspiracy, not afraid of being guessed, and not even afraid of them resisting.

Once they take God’s Lie money, all their wealth and properties bear the surname Han, and they must make enough profit in Yingkou Port, or else they lose everything.

Because it’s so incredibly risky and uncomfortable, Hu Lei tried his last effort.

Uh, wanted to awaken Brother Lie’s warm and handsome conscience...

"Professor Han, do we have to hit near $5? At our cost, we might be forced to close out if we can’t hold on until then..."

Han Lie didn’t even lift his head, leisurely picking out fish bones, his attitude was extremely relaxed.

Not caring at all.

"If the brokerage forcibly closes out, that day would definitely be another limit down, saving me trouble. As long as the price of chips is low enough, I don’t care where they come from."

The risk of forced liquidation comes from leverage.

Put simply, whether it’s brokerage financing or off-exchange lending, they have the ability to forcibly sell your stocks. The cash obtained goes first to repay the money owed, and only the remaining is yours.

Oh, stocks that reach forced liquidation must be plummeting, with little residual value, at most a pittance.

The risk of leverage lies in this.

If there isn’t a forced liquidation, the stocks are still there, they might hold out, and after a while, the price will bounce back, not only avoiding losses but gaining instead.

But in case of forced liquidation, it’s a real loss—no matter how high the stock price rises.

The strong effects of next year’s stock disaster brought about a trampling effect; if not for large-scale forced liquidations damaging the vitality, the market trends in coming years wouldn’t have been so tough.

Hu Lei sighed, his voice growing weaker: "But if we’re forcibly liquidated, who would help you raise the stock price?"

Upon hearing this, Han Lie laughed.

"Forced liquidation is your risk, not mine. As long as the price and volume of chips are sufficient, what’s there to fear about bringing them back up myself?"

Han Lie raised an eyebrow, his eyes deep with meaning: "Gentlemen, I don’t particularly need you..."

Oh, right, right, you’re the boss!

The three of them quietly exchanged glances, finally realizing correctly that they no longer had any room to struggle.

So they fully gave up.

"Alright!"

Liu Hanhe gritted his teeth, raised his wine glass with both hands, and drank it all in one go.

"Professor Han, to the victor goes the spoils. I, Liu Hanhe, am willing to be the monkey hanging from the city gate tower in your honor! Just hope... you can fulfill your promise on time!"

"Don’t worry."

Han Lie lazily smiled, possessing the aura of a scoundrel, irresponsible after toying with someone thoroughly.

...Damn it!

How can we be assured?!

Then Han Lie spoke slowly, expressing a principle: "Oral agreements have indeed lost meaning. However, you would trust promises from me now.

But if you know me, you’d understand that I have always firmly believed in an incoming bull market in the second half of this year.

With Yingkou Port’s current price and potential, you won’t be trapped for too long, just hold on and you’ll make it through, maybe with some bruises.

Though for me, it makes no sense to trap you for six months and miss such a good opportunity to make big money.

We, now, have a common interest...

Right?

When the time is right, we strive together, push for the second wave, I take the big share, you take the smaller ones, and thereafter, grievances end with no small chance for future cooperation..."

Wow!

That Dream City’s pie sure smells like cinders...

Hu Lei and others grumbled internally: Oh right, right, working together, you say we collaborate, we put in effort, damn it!

Insults aside, but their emotions were surely calmed.

Han Lie didn’t want to exert energy in raising, he wanted to be carried for a ride, so he had to find money for them.

Although this money needed repayment, it already addressed the problem a lot, considered a blessing in disguise.

Since they’ve already lost, instead of being killed instantly, he left them a path to live, really, very considerate of him.

"Phew..."

Hu Lei let out a heavy breath, stood up, bent over, holding a wine bottle with both hands, and poured a drop into Han Lie’s glass.

"Professor Han, we previously wronged you, we had eyes but failed to see. A toast to you for seeking peace, if you ever dislike me in the future, just one word, Hu Lei will retreat thrice!

Surrendered?

Good that you surrendered.

"Oh, right, right!"

Old Bao was almost tipping over with drinks but still managed to stand up: "I must join this toast, my stance is exactly the same!"

Lastly, it was Liu Hanhe.

He added another crucial sentence: "Besides, Gao Fengbo is in our hands! Some proof is always needed..."

Han Lie took a light sip of the wine.

Its nature is different!

It’s not just a simple apology, it’s an active establishment of Han Lie’s position.

Their implied message could roughly be understood as — In the future, if there’s a stock Professor Han is involved with, I’ll notify you before getting in; if you’re not pleased, I’ll promptly exit.

And Liu Hanhe’s attempt went further, almost like expressing "from now on, only follow your lead."

If Han Lie wants to use them, maybe after two or three more times, they would entirely attach as followers.

Don’t think it’s impossible, there’s plenty of cuddling up and sly maneuvers in the private equity circle, it’s always about who provides milk being the big boss, who’s capable gives command.

However, Han Lie has no interest in accepting more underlings.

Once the bull market arrives, "teamwork to make big money" won’t even be a concept anymore, as long as sector rotation is managed well, one can see gains from start to finish blindfolded.

So, what use are you?

Han Lie sipped the wine, indifferent to Liu Hanhe’s proposal.

Thus, the trio understood—God Lie didn’t fancy them.

Unexpectedly, they weren’t surprised, nor did they harbour resentment, only feeling it rightful.

Professor Han’s so awesome, shouldn’t he be hard to handle?

Uh, ICU was truly excellent...

Always surprising, pushing, pulling, dragging, suppressing, emphasizing God’s intentions that you can’t guess... a fine drama.

With official matters settled, Han Lie didn’t chat idly with them, waved casually, saying goodbye.

The three big brothers saw Han Lie downstairs, suddenly their phones all began ringing simultaneously.

Han Lie smiled without a word, got into his car.

Liu Hanhe took out his phone and immediately understood in his heart: "That room just now must have had electronic interference. You didn’t record it, did you?"

Bao Bin smiled sheepishly, muttered: "I knew it long ago..."

Hu Lei looked at Han Lie’s taillights, exhaling for the Nth time: "Unbelievable... What a demon!"

Bao Bin waved his phone: "For those probing for news, how do we respond?"

"How should we respond?"

Liu Hanhe smiled mockingly at himself: "Respond properly... From today, we three are like the monkeys hanging from the city gate tower now!"

Bao Bin and Hu Lei both understood.

So, they answered the call, uh-huh, not revealing any details, yet exuding a strong sense of heaviness, regret, and fear.

Then, in less than thirty minutes, the entire Magic Capital’s private equity circle’s upper echelons spread the word—

New god on the throne, old king defamed, Hanhe and co. completely fell!

God Lie’s reputation gradually spread farther and wider...

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Yesterday was so unfortunate, acute gastroenteritis, diarrhea and vomiting, thrashing around until past 4 a.m.

Every summer I get it two to three times, practically a recurring event.

Now my muscles are terribly sore, will see in the evening how much recovery can be made.