A week later.
Hong Kong Island Grand Hotel.
The grand ballroom, devoid of any trace of computers, had been cleared out yesterday.
Now, it was a grand banquet, but only members of the Rock Dragon Auto Repair Shop could attend, including both premium and regular members.
Of course, these members could bring their families.
On the balcony, Lu Yan leaned against the railing, watching Song Xiao Hui, who was bustling about, constantly engaging in pleasantries and conversations with Hong Kong's upper echelon of tycoons and socialites.
Lu Yan, however, was not good at such social interactions, nor did he enjoy them, so Song Xiao Hui took the initiative to handle them.
Following closely behind Song Xiao Hui was Ao Ming, who was advertised to the outside world as Song Xiao Hui's secretary.
Two beautiful women standing together naturally attracted a lot of attention.
Especially Ao Ming's.
It wasn't because Ao Ming was prettier than Song Xiao Hui.
At least, in Lu Yan's eyes, both beauties were equally stunning, each with their own unique charm.
As for why people were fixated on Ao Ming, the reason was simple: everyone at the event knew Song Xiao Hui was Lu Yan's woman, a flower already spoken for, so the target naturally shifted to Ao Ming.
For the direct advances of those rich second-generation scions, Ao Ming, for once, subtly declined, stating that she already had someone in her heart. Song Xiao Hui also lent a hand, gradually reducing the number of suitors.
"Mr. Lu, why are you alone?"
An old gentleman approached from afar, asking playfully.
He was the current head of the Huo family, and everyone else would respectfully address him as "Mr. Huo."
"Getting some fresh air,"
Lu Yan couldn't help but smile faintly as he saw Mr. Huo approaching.
Mr. Huo had helped him a lot, a favor he needed to acknowledge.
After Lu Yan transmigrated into this Hong Kong film world, the two people who provided him with the most assistance were Cyclone, who helped him open the key Ren and Du meridians, granting him internal energy, and Mr. Huo, who facilitated various administrative applications, especially the purchase of land in Hong Kong. Mr. Huo helped him navigate the necessary connections for this.
Mr. Huo was the first premium member of the Rock Dragon Auto Repair Shop.
"Getting some fresh air?"
Mr. Huo, clearly aware of Lu Yan's personality, said, "Thank you for everything this time."
He raised his wineglass.
"It's nothing."
Lu Yan also raised his wineglass, gently clinking it against Mr. Huo's before taking a small sip.
The Huo family had recently encountered some financial difficulties, with a shortage of funds. Although they could apply for loans from banks, they would still need to repay them.
This time, Lu Yan brought the Huo family and a group of other wealthy individuals along, carrying ten billion USD, into the US stock market. They successfully exited their positions, netting a whopping one hundred and twenty billion USD, far exceeding expectations.
The Huo family had invested fifty million USD, ultimately earning a profit of over six hundred million USD.
How could this not make Mr. Huo happy.
Converted to Hong Kong dollars, this was equivalent to earning over forty billion Hong Kong dollars in less than a week.
This was truly like adding fuel to the fire.
Others might not see Lu Yan's intentions clearly, but Mr. Huo was well aware.
There was a part of Lu Yan's motive for pulling this off that involved helping the Huo family.
In fact.
Mr. Huo was right in his guess, but the most crucial reason was that Lu Yan was currently short on cash.
Buying land required proof of funds!
Since he could help the Huo family along the way, Lu Yan was happy to do so. After all, benefits were reciprocal.
The Huo family was willing to continue helping him, and Lu Yan didn't mind assisting them in return.
This time, Mr. Huo had to admire Lu Yan's ability to handle information, it was like magic.
All those short-term trades were simply phenomenal.
Lu Yan didn't grab all that USD at once, he did it a little bit every day.
For instance.
On the first day, he invested ten billion USD and netted twenty billion USD.
On the second day, he invested twenty billion USD and netted thirty billion USD.
On the third day, he invested thirty billion USD and netted fifty billion USD.
On the fourth day, he invested fifty billion USD and netted eighty billion USD.
On the fifth day, which was the last day, he ultimately netted one hundred and twenty billion USD.
The most crucial thing.
This entire series of operations didn't attract the attention of Western capital giants.
After all, these trades covered nearly ninety percent of the US stock market.
Over one hundred billion might seem like a lot, but spread across every stock, it was actually not much, just a few tens of millions, or even just a few million, naturally making it difficult for the big players to notice.
Because of this, Mr. Huo realized how sensitive Lu Yan was to numbers and how terrifying his data processing capabilities were.
Little did they know that Lu Yan had the stock market trend card, so naturally, he was very clear about which stocks, when, would rise or fall.
However.
He still had to act accordingly.
This was also why Lu Yan needed to follow international affairs.
Next.
Lu Yan and Mr. Huo chatted for a full half hour, primarily about the future of Hong Kong.
Seeing Song Xiao Hui and Ao Ming approaching, Mr. Huo chuckled playfully before turning to leave.
"Didn't interrupt your conversation with Mr. Huo, did I?"
Song Xiao Hui stood beside Lu Yan, teasing him.
Ao Ming stood not far from Song Xiao Hui, alert.
Although security was tight, Ao Ming dared not let her guard down.
"No."
Lu Yan shook his head.
"Heard you made a lot this time?"
Song Xiao Hui leaned closer to Lu Yan's ear, inquisitively.
Up to this point, Song Xiao Hui and Ao Ming didn't know how much Lu Yan had scooped up from the US stock market.
"Not much, just…"
Lu Yan deliberately held up two fingers.
"Twenty million USD?"
Song Xiao Hui took a deep breath, that would be over one hundred and sixty million Hong Kong dollars.
Less than a week, no wonder those tycoons and socialites who had interacted with her were all so happy.
Unless something unexpected happened, Lu Yan would receive a 20% commission.
"No!"
Song Xiao Hui carefully calculated in her mind. After all, Lu Yan had told her that he invested ten billion USD. If it was a 20% commission, it would be two billion USD just from that alone.
"My god!"
Song Xiao Hui suddenly felt her heart couldn't quite handle it.
"Two billion?"
Song Xiao Hui uttered a number even she couldn't imagine.
Ao Ming had excellent hearing and naturally overheard Lu Yan and Song Xiao Hui's conversation. Her heart skipped a beat.
This rate of money-making was faster than robbing a bank.
"This is just the beginning."
Lu Yan took Song Xiao Hui's hand and said, "Tomorrow, you and Ao Ming can take the day off. I'll give you both one hundred million Hong Kong dollars, buy whatever you want."
"Okay."
Song Xiao Hui didn't reject her man's kindness. She even pulled Ao Ming over to mention this in front of her.
"Thanks."
Ao Ming said gratefully. Even though she had heard it, having Song Xiao Hui say it directly was a different matter.
"Let's go."
Lu Yan put down his wineglass.
"Okay."
Song Xiao Hui intertwined her arm with Lu Yan's, heading towards the center of the ballroom, bidding farewell to the other tycoons and socialites.
Ao Ming followed closely behind.
Song Xiao Hui grabbed Ao Ming's hand, just like best friends.
Seeing Lu Yan about to leave, many people were reluctant. After all, in just a short week, a lot of people's liquid cash had become significantly more abundant.
Perhaps some individuals had assets worth hundreds of millions, but they might not even have a million in cash.