Picking Up Fragments

"Dad, today is Children's Day. Can you take me out to play?" Zhao Xiaoxiao pleaded.

"You're already in eighth grade. Do you still count as a child? Who are you trying to fool? I really wonder why your school even gives a holiday for this," Jiang Siming muttered.

"So what if I'm in middle school? Middle schoolers can celebrate Children's Day too! Nowadays, even those aunties born in the '80s and '90s celebrate June 1st. They want to celebrate Children's Day and then go do things that aren't suitable for children."

"Pfft!" Jiang Siming almost choked on his water.

Did a child really just say that? But thinking about it, she did have a point…

"Well, I don't have time to take you out. I came to the office because I have work to do," Jiang Siming told her.

"Then take me out after you're done, okay? Pretty please, dear Dad~" Zhao Xiaoxiao said, trying to hug Jiang Siming and act cute. Fortunately, he blocked her just in time.

"Where do you want to go? It's not the arcade again, is it?" Jiang Siming asked.

"No, I want to watch a movie. 'Avengers: Endgame' is about to go out of theaters, and I really want to see it," Zhao Xiaoxiao said.

Just watching a movie—Jiang Siming could at least agree to that.

"Alright, I'll take you to the movie later. For now, stay in my office and play. I'll come back after I finish my work," Jiang Siming instructed, worried that she might wander off.

"Got it, you always treat me like a little kid," Zhao Xiaoxiao protested.

Her protest was ignored. Jiang Siming didn't care what was going on in her little head. He told her not to run around and left the office to gather everyone for a meeting.

A few minutes later, in the conference room, Li Yingzi and a group of elite traders had already assembled. After Qi Muqing mentioned that there was a big task, everyone was full of energy.

Jiang Siming walked into the office, sat at the front, and got straight to the point: "I won't say much. Our target this time is a big one—the German luxury brand Dolce & Gabbana. I'm sure many of you have heard of this company."

Dolce & Gabbana? D&G?

Everyone was shocked. That was a top 20 luxury brand in the world, and Jiang Siming actually wanted to go after it?

Since the Dolce & Gabbana scandal hadn't happened in this world yet, Jiang Siming only knew about it from the mid-range stock charts, which showed that the incident was about to occur soon.

Knowing that the company was about to bring about its own downfall, Jiang Siming had no problem playing the role of a modern-day Robin Hood, delivering a heavy blow to Dolce & Gabbana.

After hearing what Jiang Siming said, Li Yingzi immediately checked D&G's stock information on her computer.

Puzzled, she said, "Boss Jiang, D&G's stock has always been high, even higher than Hermès. There's no profit for us if we buy it. A stock this high isn't going to rise much more."

Everyone agreed with Li Yingzi's assessment.

Jiang Siming, however, smiled and asked, "When did I tell you to buy it going up? I want to short it, and I want it to crash hard!"

"A crash? That's impossible! D&G is an old brand. There's no way its stock price would just drop suddenly. Unless there's a major personnel change or a shift in ownership, and even then, they would prioritize stabilizing the stock. They wouldn't give us any opportunity," Li Yingzi said, confused.

Jiang Siming leisurely took a sip of the West Lake Longjing tea that Qi Muqing had brewed for him, savoring it like a seasoned veteran.

"What you're saying isn't wrong, but that doesn't matter when someone is hell-bent on self-destruction. You don't need to worry about the details. Just know this—inside information. Someone has a major dirt on Dolce & Gabbana. This time, that arrogant Italian brand and its group of rotten executives are going to face the harshest punishment."

Jiang Siming sneered. Anyone who insulted China was his enemy.

Jiang Siming, who had a patriotic heart since childhood, would never tolerate anyone offending China, not even an insult.

Although Li Yingzi didn't quite believe this could be true, since it came from Jiang Siming's mouth, she believed it without question.

"How much are we betting on its drop this time? Its stock price hasn't fallen below 30 this year," Li Yingzi asked.

Jiang Siming stretched out his hand and made a gesture.

"Bet on it hitting the limit down in China."

What!

Everyone was shocked.

A well-known luxury brand hitting the limit down in China? Impossible!

Even a dying camel is bigger than a horse—how could it possibly hit the limit down?

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Only Li Yingzi still trusted Jiang Siming. Even though his words were completely irrational in her logical mind, she still believed him.

"How much are we investing?" Li Yingzi asked. She had a feeling Jiang Siming was going big this time.

"One billion." Jiang Siming's expression remained unchanged.

A chorus of gasps filled the conference room, hissing like air leaking from a balloon.

"One billion is your capital for this operation. Use it to ruthlessly take advantage of D&G's misfortune. Remember, act decisively and close the net cleanly. Although we're betting on it hitting the limit down, a centipede doesn't die easily. We can't bring it down completely in one go. Our goal is just to carve a big chunk out of it."

Jiang Siming's words sounded crazy, but the amount of capital he provided was enough to make everyone's blood boil with excitement.

One billion!

That was more than 30 times the previous 30 million. How could they not be thrilled?

If this succeeded, that one billion could easily multiply tenfold, making a hundred billion in profit!@@novelbin@@

The thought of participating in a hundred-billion-dollar stock battle made even the most professional traders nervous with excitement and anxiety.

Jiang Siming then briefed everyone on the expected timing of the stock's drop and its limit-down phase.

Since this was a major investment, he had to be cautious. One billion was a huge amount even for him.

Right now, his total assets were just over two billion, and he was betting half of it in one go—this was an all-in gamble.

For the entire morning, Jiang Siming stayed in the conference room, discussing the best strategies and contingency plans for various stock market scenarios.

By the time everything was finalized, it was already noon.

"Alright, that's everything. Now, we just wait for the news in the next couple of days. From today, we take action ahead of time."

"Yes, Chairman!" Everyone responded in unison.

Jiang Siming nodded in satisfaction and dismissed the meeting before leaving the conference room.

Zhao Xiaoxiao was no longer in his office; she had run to the door to wait for him.

"Bad Daddy, you made me wait all morning," Zhao Xiaoxiao pouted unhappily.

Jiang Siming knew the little girl had been waiting impatiently.

"Sorry, Xiaoxiao, I was busy with work. Now I'm done. Let's go watch the movie, and after that, I'll take you to Disneyland for a round. How about that?"

"Yay~ Love you, Daddy~"

"*Cough cough*... Daddy loves you too..."