Chapter 489: 489 Plan ahead!
Over a dozen women chattered away. Zhao An rested his head on Aunt Xia's beautiful legs, enjoying the class beauty peeling grapes for him while his aunt massaged his feet. What a carefree life!
His mother watched with a mixture of amusement and anger. It was truly too corrupt. But then she smiled charmingly. All this was her son's own hard work. She used to worry that her son, too introverted, wouldn't find a girlfriend. Now, it seems the worry isn't about finding one, but about finding too many.
It wouldn't have been clear until they got together, but now it's clear there are so many! Will he be able to handle this?
Luckily, most of the women were older, experienced in life, and considerate. Having children made them less fickle and less clingy, which was a good thing.
Zhao Xinlei was actually a little skeptical. After all, the women her son picked up had such a wide range of ages. From fifty-year-old mature women to seventeen-year-old schoolgirls, any woman of beauty and good figure could escape his son's clutches, and he wouldn't let them go until they were pregnant. He even raped his own aunts and cousins, regardless of blood relationship.
After chatting with his wives for half an hour, Zhao An returned to his study to prepare for his work. These mature women would be staying for the Lunar New Year, and he had originally intended to, but his mother had said she was going back to her hometown for the holidays, so he wouldn't be able to spend the New Year with them this year.
Zhao An also guessed a little of his mother's thoughts. Wealth without returning home is like a journey in the night in finery. He didn't need to show off, but at least he had to let his relatives see his family's wealth and make them look at him with new eyes.
It was a classic example of the saying, "If you ignore me today, I'll be out of your reach tomorrow!"
Under his crotch, his cousin Ding Meifeng, dressed in casual clothes, crouched under the desk, sucking his cock and pleasuring Zhao An with her mouth. While the bosses were working, the subordinates were also working.
Ding Meifeng didn't have a job and was still dependent on Zhao An for support. She didn't have any special skills or talents. There was nothing wrong with being a housewife; she just served her husband and did whatever she pleased.
Zhao An ignored his cousin and focused on the stock market. Overseas stock markets were still closed on weekends and operated Monday through Friday. Trading was prohibited at night, but one could browse any stocks they wanted and observe their trends.
Based on the expected stock market trends over the next few days, Zhao An was certain someone was slaughtering the pigs!
All three stocks were bought by unknown buyers, seemingly hoarding them. They started at $100 a share and rose to $130 before being sold. Now they've fallen to $65, meaning a loss of $35 on each share.
One hundred shares would be $3,500, and one thousand shares would be over $30,000.
Those holding at least tens of thousands of shares held a significant portion. The price fluctuations of just one share directly impacted overall revenue, resulting in losses of tens to billions. Converted into mainland currency, this would be hundreds of billions.
Seeing this, Zhao An gradually realized it was a trap. Someone had somehow lured most of the Tang family into this trap. Stocks are like a pig slaughterhouse. With luck, you can get some leftovers, but with bad luck, you're the pigs being slaughtered.
It was clear that the Tang Group's funds were tied up. They were calling it an investment, but in reality, it was just buying stocks.
Based on the future trends of these stocks, they were bound to continue falling. Within two days, they had fallen to $20 per share, marking their lowest point. Then, within two days, they would continue to rise, reaching their upper limit, soaring from $20 to $160 per share.
At this point, the Tang family still hadn't sold their shares, hoping to profit more. If they didn't sell now, a nightmare would ensue. The price will continue to fall for half a month, and it won't stop until it reaches $10 per share, which could last for a long time.
This has locked up half of the Tang Group's funds. If they don't withdraw the funds, they'll just be piling them into the bottom of the drawer. If they do, they'll be admitting a loss. A $90 loss per share means they hold at least 200,000 shares. A closer look reveals the severity of the losses, even for 200,000 shares.
A $90 loss per share is a full $18 million. Converted to mainland currency and multiplied by eight, it's over $140 million, and that's just a small fraction.
The Tang family purchased a lot of shares, far more than just one, and this is the smallest of them. The smallest loss on a single stock is over $140 million, so the largest loss is probably over 10 billion!
Zhao An didn't know if those people had taken rat poison or some kind of magic potion to throw all their money into it. They were simply courting death!
"Haha, go ahead and lose money, the more the better!" Zhao An's fingers flew as he began setting up a program that would buy stocks instantly.
Since activating the AI, Zhao An only needed to set up many things and let the AI handle them. It was incredibly convenient. No need to pull out a phone or computer to control things in class, making it more discreet.
This time, Zhao An planned to pocket some of the Tang family's impending losses, then transfer the money back to his own account through wire transfer. The livestreaming platform was undoubtedly a perfect cover; as long as the money was in place, anything could be done.
Ding Meifeng felt the cock in her mouth grow larger and larger. Knowing her cousin was about to cum, she began to suck it harder.
"Hiss! Slutty cousin, stop so hard! I want to fuck you some more!" After Zhao An finished setting up the program, he pulled his cousin Ding Meifeng up, roughly pressed her against the window, and began to fuck her.
His cock skillfully slid into his cousin's body. It was already a muddy, wet mess, as if ready for him!
"Ah!" My cousin and Zhao An sighed in unison. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she screamed in pleasure.