Upon hearing this, Chu Ge felt a surge of indescribable heartache. He sighed softly, "Try to contact your President Mu and tell her to stay put in the company and not go anywhere. There’s already a solution to this crisis."
Xiao Shan was a bit puzzled, "What solution?"
Chu Ge didn’t know how to explain to Xiao Shan, but he knew this crisis was no longer just a matter for one group; it was affecting all of Shanghai. Only by uniting could they withstand it.
"I’m not entirely clear on the specifics either, but rest assured, soone is already dealing with it. Have President Mu co back and stop running around."
Xiao Shan responded with an ’oh’ and then hung up the phone.
But after hanging up, doubts crept back into her mind. Why didn’t Manager Chu tell about President Mu himself?
While pondering this, Xiao Shan saw Mu Bingtong walk in from outside, looking utterly exhausted, his expression revealing the failure of his recent efforts for help.
"President Mu, are you alright?" Xiao Shan worriedly stepped forward to ask.
Mu Bingtong shook his head, sitting dejectedly on the sofa, "Xiao Shan, the entire Shanghai is now paralyzed, and there may be no turning back."
"..."
Mu Bingtong took a deep breath and instructed Xiao Shan, "Go to the finance departnt and see how much money we have left. Distribute it, and after clearing the wages, let everyone..."
Xiao Shan knew Mu Bingtong was giving up. She rembered the call from Chu Ge earlier and quickly said, "President Mu, Manager Chu just called and said there’s a turnaround now."
Mu Bingtong was taken aback and looked up at Xiao Shan, "Who did you just say?"
"Manager Chu."
Xiao Shan scratched her head in confusion, "By the way, President Mu, where’s your cell phone? Why did Manager Chu call the office and not your phone? Did you two have a fight?"
Mu Bingtong shook his head; he didn’t have the ti or energy to quarrel with him now. He took out his phone, glanced at it, and waved it in front of Xiao Shan, "The battery is dead."
Xiao Shan sighed in relief, "I thought you two had a fight."
"What did he say on the phone?"
Mu Bingtong asked curiously.
Xiao Shan tilted her head and thought, "He just told to find you and keep you at the company. Soone will co and help handle it."
Soone would co to help handle it?
Mu Bingtong furrowed his brows. He had just visited several major groups, and their situation was almost the sa as that of the Jinxiu Group, even the Four Great Families were affected. Who would co and handle the situation?
Mu Bingtong sighed slightly. Chu Ge is far away in the Capital City, unaware of what’s happening in Shanghai. He’s likely just trying to comfort her.
Mu Bingtong thought to himself, not taking Xiao Shan’s words to heart.
Xiao Shan noticed Mu Bingtong had lost all hope and cautiously said, "President Mu, since it’s like this anyway, why not trust Manager Chu for once? Maybe he really did find soone to resolve it?"
Mu Bingtong looked up at Xiao Shan and saw the determined look in her eyes, pausing slightly. Yes, why wasn’t she believing in Chu Ge now? Maybe he did find a way to resolve this crisis.
Mu Bingtong sighed mildly, the corners of his lips curling into a bitter smile, "I got it, thank you Xiao Shan, you go ahead and get busy."
Xiao Shan breathed a long sigh of relief; it seed President Mu was starting to believe in Manager Chu.
anwhile, in that private villa, several electronic devices were simultaneously in operation in the hall.
A trader, looking smug, sat in front of a computer, "Boss, just hold on for three more minutes, and even the stocks of the Four Great Families will hit their limits."
Once they hit their limits, there would be no turning back and only bankruptcy awaited.
This ti, they had expended nearly trillions of funds, almost bringing Shanghai’s economy to a standstill.
This was a colossal project, one that he could boast of for years.
The trader’s hands controlling the keyboard began to tremble slightly; he could hardly contain his excitent and couldn’t wait to see the stocks of the Four Great Families halt.
"Don’t get complacent until the crucial mont."
A low voice ca from behind the trader, yet he still couldn’t make out the face of the person.
Several tis, the trader wanted to turn around and see who it was but was deterred by the intimidating presence of the black-clothed man nearby, daring not to glance around more.
As ti passed, the huge villa beca silent, with only the faint hum of electronic devices in operation.
"One minute left."
The trader’s voice was tinged with tremors as he watched the stock market plumt bit by bit towards bottoming out, leaving no room for a coback once it did.
The trader’s eyes glead with gold; he could hardly wait to celebrate their success.
But then, in the last half-minute, the stock market suddenly began to rise.
The trader was taken aback, thinking he was seeing things. He couldn’t help but rub his eyes, yet this ti the rise was even steeper.
The trader said in disbelief, "How is this possible? How could they still have funds to turn things around?"
The extent of the market’s rise was completely beyond his expectation, and the trader suddenly began to panic.
He nervously tapped the keyboard a few tis, but the stock curve was no longer under his control, rising in a straight upward trend.
anwhile, the major entrepreneurs who had been watching the stock market also noticed this phenonon, one single move revived the entire market.
Hope rekindled in everyone’s hearts.
"Boss, this... this... this is impossible."
The trader felt a sharp pressure from behind him, and his heart couldn’t help but shiver; what to do? Now he lost, lost utterly. What should he do?
"Useless waste!"
The mysterious man firmly pressed his thin lips; if his face could be seen, it would surely be with rage.
The mysterious man lightly waved his hand, "Do it cleanly."
The trader’s face turned ashen, his body slumping uncontrollably with no strength to resist.
"Boss, what should we do now?" asked a worried black-clothed man beside him.
This ti, they had staked everything; one wrong move, and they lost everything.
The mysterious man snorted contemptuously, his gaze tightly locked on the computer screen, as if he wanted to pierce through it.
"What can we do? We were just a bit away, just a bit away from succeeding!"
Just another half-minute, just half a minute, and they would have succeeded.
But it turned out to be only a joyful illusion?
He was unwilling! He was indignant!
"Those old bastards couldn’t possibly have had that much capital to shift, find out what exactly happened!"
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