Chapter 350 The world focuses on you
At five o'clock in the morning, a faint white glow appeared on the horizon.

The dispute in the office of Grapefruit Capital became increasingly heated. The people from the China Securities Regulatory Commission arrived first, and the Shanghai Financial Committee joined in half an hour after the meeting started. The central bank showed up last.

It was a chaotic mess with no order. Each party had its own stance and repeatedly stressed its own responsibilities and risks.

The fact that Yu Nian, as the coordinator, was struggling to cope from the beginning and now at dawn he was completely unable to get a word in should indicate that the meeting was going well. After all, only substantive progress could affect the core interests of all parties.

I hope everything goes well, she thought silently in her heart, walked out of the meeting room silently and asked, "Have you seen Mr. Xie?"

"On the rooftop terrace, Mr. Xie said he wanted to be alone for a while." The secretary guarding the door replied.

Yu Nian nodded slightly: "I'm going to the bathroom. Send me a message if there is any situation."

"Okay...By the way, I saw Mr. Xie brought a bottle of wine upstairs."

"Ok?"

"Uh, well, I can't persuade Mr. Xie." The secretary explained hesitantly and awkwardly.

The terrace on top of the high-rise building is unobstructed, and the breeze brings a refreshing coolness. The back of a person sitting alone in the viewing seat faces the skyline.

The hem of her dress fluttered and clung to her body. Yu Nian smoothed the messed-up hair around her ears and walked forward with her arms folded: "If it's too much of a stretch, I can consider it again."

"No, I came out to get some fresh air. It's too stuffy." Xie Jingxing raised his hand and pointed at the chair beside him, indicating that he should sit down.

Yu Nian looked at the half-empty bottle of Blue Label whiskey on the coffee table, then glanced at the half-eaten Snickers in his hand, relaxed a little and took out a cigarette.

There was wind, and the weak flame of the lighter went out in an instant. Xie Jingxing opened his arms and held up his coat to block the wind. She lowered her head and moved closer to light a cigarette.

The two of them worked in perfect harmony, just like the choice before them.

Yu Nian secured the best conditions for Xie Jingxing, lending the money to the Securities Investment Fund for short-term financing. He only needed to use his most influential personal reputation in the financial industry to support the stock market, which would be considered a sufficient contribution.

No one is qualified to watch him accurately escape the stock market and make a profit of 1500 billion, let alone bear the risk of losses in rescuing the market.

At this point in time, no other financial capital institution or individual with such huge cash flow and the title of industry leader would be able to get such a script.

But Yu Tong guessed that Xie Jingxing might not want to take this path, so he created a second option - to enter the market with 3000 billion yuan of funds.

As expected, the focus of the dispute in the meeting downstairs was on the plan to hold currency to rescue the market. Should the double leverage provided by the central bank be handled with special care to lower the risk control line?
Whether it is reduced to 70% or 80%, or unlimited support, it will be until Xiyou Capital loses all of its 1000 billion yuan of own capital, and then the central bank can forcefully close its positions and withdraw 2000 billion yuan of leveraged funds.

People from the China Securities Regulatory Commission are arguing about whether a white list should be created for the regulatory provisions on the secondary market's announcement of buying up 5% of the outstanding shares of individual stocks, i.e., the announcement of a takeover bid, so that Grapefruit Capital can exit freely after the rescue operation is completed without having to comply with the regulations on major shareholders reducing their holdings.

The Shanghai Financial Committee is saying that Grapefruit Capital is the first private financial enterprise that we are proud of. When rescuing the market, should we focus on our local listed companies that are in danger, and those blue-chip stocks should be distributed to other friendly forces?

Beneath the grand narrative of 3000 billion yuan lies an endless struggle.

The head of the financial stability maintenance team, who led a population of tens of millions, waited for hours at the airport, and with just a few words he had the chance to find tens of billions of "water diversion"; thirteen top public and private equity leaders banded together to invite each other to speak, but were rejected by the top private equity firm with a mere 20 billion in size.

21 securities companies jointly invested 1200 billion, which is 15% of their total net assets at the end of June...

"3000."

Yu Nian suddenly spoke softly, his eyes filled with melancholy as the ashes fell and fluttered in the wind, turning into dust. Now Xie Jingxing held the fate of countless dust in his hands.

Otherwise, just forget it. It’s not too late to regret now.

The words stopped at her lips, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her tone rose as if with fascination: "You are the richest person in the country now."

"Look, it looks like raindrops are falling."

Xie Jingxing ate the remaining half of the Snickers bar, patted his palms to shake off the sticky residue, and spread out his five fingers to feel the moist raindrops: "It is said that there is no snow in the Magic City in winter, but in fact, ordinary people can't see it."

"Last winter, there was a little snow in the Magic City, but it melted before it hit the ground."

He relaxed his body, leaned back, took a sip of wine, and exhaled comfortably: "You can only enjoy it in the Ritz-Carlton's observation terrace restaurant and on this tall office building terrace."

"The scenery that day was more beautiful than today, with fine snowflakes mixed with frost falling heavily."

Ordinary people couldn't appreciate the snow scene that day, so naturally they didn't need to feel the wind and rain today, Xie Jingxing added in his heart.

Saving the market requires money and fame, but vice versa is also giving him fame and fortune, and he believes in himself more.

3000 billion, I want to buy at the bottom. Xie Jingxing raised his glass and looked at the silent city at the turn of dawn and dusk.

He was looking at the scenery and Yu Nian was looking at him.

I couldn't help but yawn. I feel a little tired recently and I should have a good sleep.

They sat like this until daybreak downstairs and the dispute ended and a plan was formed. Xie Jingxing signed his name on countless documents, and the 3000 billion began to move.

Then he and Yu Nian, who was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes and kept nodding her head and leaning on his shoulder, flew to the capital.

Today is Sunday. According to the oath issued by the China Securities Regulatory Commission, the rescue plan will definitely pass today's highest-level rescue coordination meeting.

During the meeting, the rescue plan was successfully approved. Xie Jingxing, a member of the Private Securities Fund Committee, attended the meeting and delivered a speech on behalf of the private equity industry and the social financial community.

"You, change your clothes before leaving."

After the meeting, Yu Nian walked out of the auditorium and awkwardly took the urgently purchased men's suit jacket from his secretary. His red face was still stained with half-smudged makeup.

Being able to doze off and drool in a meeting like this must mean he is really tired. Xie Jingxing glanced at the wetness on his shoulder from the corner of his eye: "No need, the flight time is tight."

It's not a simple matter to move 3000 billion yuan of funds. Fortunately, he transferred Song Anli to Singapore in advance to sort out the financial capital pool of Taihe Family Office, but the various procedures and approvals in China alone would take at least two days.

Grapefruit Capital will definitely not be able to catch up with the first wave of rescue efforts two days before the trading day this week. He has to return to Shanghai immediately to sign, and it would be good if he could enter the market an hour earlier.

"Okay, then be safe on the road and keep in touch at any time."

Yu Nian also knew that this was not the time to be sentimental, so he added seriously, "By the way, your wedding is over, so it's time to go back to your parents' house for a meal."

"...Okay, after this period of busy work." Xie Jingxing was stunned.

Yu Nian once again showed a gentle smile with ambiguous meanings: "Enjoy it, the world is focusing on you."

"I've been enjoying it." Xie Jingxing left calmly.

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[Damn it, it’s already Sunday and there’s still no good news, He Yu, fuck your mother! ]

[I curse Xie Jingxing's mother! Either suspend trading or increase holdings to stabilize the stock price. You young master has money to burn on Didi and New DAE but no money to manage your own company. Xie Jingxing is not a human being and has no professional ethics! ]

[I bought your stocks because of Xie Jingxing. It’s fine that he didn’t attend the end-of-year investor appreciation dinner, but now that the stock price has plummeted, he has ignored it. Let him come and apologize to me in person! ]

The discussion area for Wogu Agricultural Machinery stocks on the Dongcai website has completely entered the stage of desperate hysteria compared to the logical questioning and abuse a few days ago.

However, for other stocks, the board secretary was the one who was scolded the most, and Mr. Xie, the boss of the company, took the majority of the criticism. He Yu sat in front of the computer and laughed at himself numbly. He looked at the time. It was already 21: pm on Sunday. Except for the good news that securities companies followed the example of the Spartan Warriors yesterday, all official media were silent.

There was no news about the outcome of the top-level coordination meeting on market rescue held in Beijing today. He dragged his stiff body out of the study, sat down in the living room, and turned on the TV to CCTV channel 1.

The virtuous wife coaxed her young son into the bedroom and brought him food instead: "Would you like a beer?"

"I'm not going to drink anymore. I'm going to watch the news."

As He Yu was speaking, his cell phone rang. Seeing the familiar caller ID number, his head ached.

"Hello, hello..."

"My bad. Did you see the post on the forum? I told you that you'd better let Xie Jingxing come and apologize to me immediately. Otherwise, others are afraid of you being the secretary of the board, but I am not. I will let Xie Jingxing replace you!"

"Ms. Wang, I understand your feelings, but Mr. Xie Jingxing has nothing to do with our company. We have no right to ask him to do anything."

The shrill girl on the other end of the phone yelled angrily, and He Yu explained humbly with his teeth clenched.

Ms. Wang, who is about 40 years old, moved to Canada with her daughter after her husband died. She has left all investment and financial management to family offices in Europe and the United States and has shown disdain for the domestic stock market.

Only for Wogu Agricultural Machinery, the elder sister went back to China to open a stock market account and bought 3000 million at one time, and then bought another 4000 million later.

She wished for nothing more than Xie Jingxing to be her son-in-law. At the end of last year, she and her daughter returned to China to attend the investor appreciation dinner. Her daughter, who was the same age as Mr. Xie, was even crazier than her mother.

He Yu was extremely puzzled as to how someone with “this kind of brain” could be so rich that he could buy 7000 million shares without blinking an eye, but the reality was illogical.

Ms. Wang can now drive the share price of Wogu Agricultural Machinery down to the limit at any time. He must serve "this kind of brain" well and be careful.

"People like this are called dream girls on the Internet. Mr. Xie is too famous."

Ms. Wang cursed for more than ten minutes, and gave the final ultimatum for the umpteenth time that she would liquidate all her positions and hit the limit down if she didn't see Xie Jingxing. Finally, she snorted and hung up the phone.

His wife comforted him gently, and He Yu sighed: "Get me a bottle of beer."

He has few hobbies in life, except drinking a little wine to relieve work pressure. When he first started working, he drank Tsingtao Beer, and before he got married, his staple wine was Moutai.

Nowadays, a bottle of Tsingtao craft beer from time to time is enough. Not only has consumption been downgraded, but the body has also been downgraded.

He Yu was quickly drunk and his thoughts started to wander. It was absurd to describe a financial tycoon as "dream girl".

But if you think about it carefully, Mr. Xie's life trajectory itself is absurd. He is a son of a wealthy man who became famous at a young age, and has created many shining projects that cannot be replicated in this era, such as WhatsApp, Didi, and a trillion-dollar chip industry fund.

He is a legend, not just a financial tycoon. It is no surprise that retail investors who know nothing about it think he is responsible for the decline in stock prices.

The steady melody of music came from the TV day after day. The news began. He Yu collected his thoughts and listened patiently.

Twenty minutes later, as the meeting was coming to an end, he finally felt hopeless and picked up his phone to check several group chats in the financial circle.

[21 securities firms can be named martyrs even before they set out on the expedition. ]

Several group chats were dead silent, with the chat history stopping at the discussion of the good news at noon today. He Yu wanted to post something to liven up the atmosphere and find out more news.

No one could think of what to post. The authorities took the lead in keeping the entire market silent. The extremely depressing atmosphere made it impossible for the joke tellers who were trying to find fun in misery to come up with a witty remark like "I turned off the lights and ate noodles again today."

【The proposal was passed at the market rescue coordination meeting held in Beijing today. 】

Suddenly a report came from the TV. He Yu sat up straight with his eyes gradually widening, his mouth opened wide, and his Adam's apple moved several times but he couldn't make a sound.

【Xie Jingxing, Chairman of Xiyou Asset Management Company, attended the meeting on behalf of the private equity industry and the social financial community. He actively spoke and said: The stable development of the stock market is in the vital interests of private equity funds... There are successful precedents for industry joint self-rescue internationally... Xiyou Asset Management Company will organize social capital from peer institutions and invest 3176 billion yuan to enter the market for unwavering value investment...】

"Hey, hey, wife!" He Yu stretched his legs and pointed at the TV as if he had a stroke.

The virtuous wife hurried over and looked in the direction of the finger at the young man who was speaking on TV. He had a straight posture, a firm face, and a calm tone.

Close-up, there is a close-up!

In the full twenty-second single-person scene, the wife stared at the young man's formal suit, which had a blue and white ID card on his chest that didn't match his age...

“3000 billion, social capital!”

He Yu jumped up from the sofa, waving his phone and yelling like crazy: "Wife, do you know what this means? This is private hot money. 3000 billion private hot money that is specifically designed to make money and is not controlled by any administrative power has entered the market to rescue the market!"

"There is no such case in the world. This is great news. This is great news!"

The waving phone was vibrating wildly and the messages in the WeChat group were refreshing like snowflakes. He Yu had no mood to read them. He picked up his confused wife and ran around in circles in the living room to vent his excitement.

"Honey, the phone is calling Ms. Wang." The virtuous wife reminded repeatedly.

He Yu panted and answered the phone with his hands on his hips: "You see, I told you that Mr. Xie was busy! He is doing something big, can you understand? Does your daughter support him, huh?!"

The shouting was deafening. After a long silence, a low voice came from the other end of the phone, saying, "Why didn't you make it clear earlier? It's not like I don't believe that your stock price can go back up."

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"3000 billion, social capital! Where does he get so much money? How can he represent the entire industry?!"

At the same time, thousands of miles away at the Morgan Stanley headquarters on Wall Street, an old white man viciously smashed a water cup.

"Violent rescue of the market, mother fxxker, this is undoubtedly a violent rescue of the market!" The analyst next to him covered his head in horror.

"Forget about it. He has put up 3000 billion yuan on behalf of social capital to rescue the market. His compatriots and colleagues have even more reason to ask securities companies, banks and insurance companies to pay for the rescue!"

The old white man glared at him and cursed: "After all, who the hell believes that a private investor who can come up with 3000 billion yuan in cash in a short period of time will mindlessly lose money to save the market? On the contrary, we should reasonably believe that this market is really profitable, so who has reason to accuse them of using administrative power to violently save the market?"

"This is unscientific. Their market is a mess. Xie is crazy. He is not content to be a venture capital genius. He lost his mind and tried to disrupt the secondary market, which will only lead to failure!"

Another analyst shook his head repeatedly in protest and shouted: "He has a reason to do this. We all know that he is a staunch nationalist. We can see that from the WhatsApp acquisition, right? He is extremely ruthless. He is blindly playing the role of an extreme individual hero to protect his shitty market!"

"Bullshit! Didn't your mother teach you how to speak? Xie is a Columbia University student, he is a member of the Silicon Valley venture capital club, he raised US dollar funds on Wall Street, and he is a shareholder of the New York Knicks, the city right under your feet!"

The old white man's face changed instantly and he spitted out a stream of spit, which stunned the two analysts.

Well, the thing their boss is most proud of in his life is getting his Columbia University diploma. Now on his desk is a commemorative photo of him and his classmates playing with grass, having fun, occupying the teaching building and marching in anti-war protest.

100% liberal diehard.

"So what should we do now? Should we continue shorting as planned?" The analyst came to his senses and shrugged in surrender.

The old white man also came back to his senses, his expression twisted and he cursed and complained: "He shouldn't do this, it's too unreasonable. I doubt whether he did this in a black box operation or received benefits. However, he took out 3000 billion in real money. We must rationally consider his investment decisions on the market and the influence he can have on the market."

"OK, let's get to work and collect information. This alumnus from Columbia University is truly the most shining superstar." The analyst immediately understood the sarcasm and responded.

What Xie Jingxing himself thinks is not important, what is important is how his 3000 billion will affect the market sentiment.

(End of this chapter)