Chapter 13 — I tore up a 1.8 billion contract, my boss went crazy right at the celebration party

On screen. Countless charts and figures appear densely. The blue line represents Thinh Hoa's stock price, which is plummeting. It looks like a waterfall falling straight into the abyss. In less than three hours after opening the trading session. Stocks have fallen to the floor. Tens of billions of currencies in capitalization value evaporated in one day. Mr. Ly's voice was extremely heavy.

"This afternoon."

“Thien Vu Capital, parent company of Sang Khoa.”

“Officially launched a hostile takeover proposal for Thinh Hoa.”

“At the same time, they are sparing no expense to suppress our stock price on the secondary market.”

“Even affiliated with more than ten leading international short selling funds.”

“They announced that within three days, Thinh Hoa shares would fall to junk level.”

“Then use cheap prices to swallow us whole.”

The whole room fell into silence. A bone-chilling silence. Because everyone understands. This is a blow from a completely different level. Thien Vu Capital is one of the three largest investment corporations in the country. Holding assets worth tens of trillions of yuan. And Thinh Hoa. Although it is the leading enterprise in city S. But on a national scale. Total assets are only a few hundred billion yuan. Compared to Thien Vu Capital. Just like a child learning to walk. Absolutely not on the same level. Tran Van Ly is using the most direct method. The roughest. Want to crush me. At the same time, I crushed my new support, Thinh Hoa. A senior leader finally couldn't help but speak up. The voice trembled clearly.

“General Ly…”

“What can we... use to fight back?”

“The company's cash flow cannot withstand this kind of money pounding.”

"At most two more days there will be a risk of default."

Another person also had a face without a drop of blood.

“I have contacted all partner banks.”

“No one agreed to approve the emergency loan.”

“They all said they received pressure from above.”

“Thien Vu Capital is trying to cut off all our escape routes.”

Desperation began to spread throughout the room. Even General Ly could no longer maintain his composure. He knew Tran Van Ly would definitely take revenge. But unexpectedly. The counterattack came so quickly. Such cruelty. This is no longer commercial competition. It's about wanting a finishing blow. He looked towards me. The eyes are extremely complicated.

“Hua Tinh.”

“Just what kind of monster did you poke?”

I don't answer. Just quietly looking at the blue chart line plummeting on the screen. There were no ripples in my heart. Still want to laugh. Tran Van Ly. Is that all you have? Using money to oppress people? Too lacking in creativity. I walked in front of the screen. Take the electronic pen. Draw a horizontal line on the chart. Then turn around. Look at the entire leadership team sitting in front of you. I slowly opened my mouth. The voice was unusually calm.

“Does anyone remember?”

“Three years ago.”

“Thien Vu Capital once invested in a new energy project in the Northwest.”

Everyone looked at each other. Don't understand what I'm trying to say. I smiled. His eyes gradually became sharp.

“Tran Van Ly wants to use money to kill us.”

“We also use the money to kill him again.”

“Just...”

“I know a secret that he doesn't want on anyone know."

The entire meeting room immediately raised their heads. General Ly looked at me.

“What do you mean?”

I put the pen on the table. The corners of the lips curled slightly.

“I mean…”

“Tran Van Ly is preparing to burn money.”

“But I'm sorry.”

“His vault.”

“Maybe it's about to burn first.”

My voice is not loud. But it was enough to immediately silence the entire meeting room.

“Thien Vu Capital's attack looks really fierce.”

“But that doesn't mean weaknesses don't exist.”

“Their biggest advantage is money.”

“But sometimes…”

“Too much money is the most fatal weakness.”

A deputy general frowned. Obviously don't understand.

“Vice President Hua.”

“What do you mean?”

“Is a lot of money also a disadvantage?”

I smiled. Calmly replied:

“Because that money didn't fall from the sky.”

“It is raised from countless investment funds, projects and shareholders.”

“Every dollar of capital has a price to pay.”

“They can regardless of the cost to crush us to death in a day.”

“Two days.”

“Even three days.”

“But what if the war lasts longer?”

“Ten days?”

“One month?”

“Two months?”

“At that time, their cost of capital will increase exponentially.”

“Like a snowball rolling downhill.”

“The more you roll, the bigger it gets.”

“The bigger it gets, the harder it is to control.”

“Until then.”

“Maybe we don't even need to counterattack.”

“They themselves were pulled down by the financial burden first.”

Mr. Ly's eyes immediately lit up.

“You mean a battle of attrition?”

“Use time to drag them to death?”

“But the problem is…”

He looked at the plummeting stock chart on the screen.

“Our money can't even last two days.”

“How can it last a month?”

That's the key issue. The entire leadership team looked at me. Waiting for answer. I put down the pen. Slowly turn around.