Chapter 21 The Hunter Always Appears as the Prey "You, you, you——" Jiang Yan's face was full of disbelief, as if she was stuttering. Chen Yu raised his eyebrows, and a playful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Hmm? Me what?" Jiang Yan stared straight at the boy with red lips and white teeth in front of her, her mind surging like a stormy sea. "Chen Yu," she muttered to herself, her tone full of disbelief, "Are you the bastard who pretended to be me?!" Chen Yu did not deny it. His smile deepened, and he acquiesced to Jiang Yan's question. How could these two people be the same person? How could they be the same person?! At that moment, she felt as if she had been slapped hard in the face, and her face was burning with pain. She had just developed some feelings for Chen Yu and even took the initiative to suggest exchanging phone numbers for further contact. As smart as Jiang Yan is, after discovering the truth, she looked back on the past ten minutes and immediately realized that the whole process was full of elaborate designs: the wine that was accidentally spilled on her, the rainbow bracelet, the shyness that pretended to be harmless... She was like a fool, being completely played around by the other party. Miss Jiang's defense was broken, her beautiful face turned pale with anger, and her chest heaved violently.

Anger, shame, and an inexplicable emotion rolled in Jiang Yan's heart. She stood up suddenly, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and smashed it hard, but Chen Yu dodged it lightly. With a loud bang, the glass fell to the ground, fragments splattered, and the wine splashed, just like her emotional collapse at the moment. However, even with such a loud noise, it did not attract other attention in the noisy environment of the bar, as there were too many sources of noise. "Bastard!" Jiang Yan yelled angrily, her voice was sharp and piercing, completely devoid of her usual elegance and calmness. recording! A thought flashed through her mind, and then she suddenly remembered that Chen Yu seemed to be playing with his phone carelessly just now, but he was actually recording! He deliberately led me to say those words in order to obtain evidence to blackmail me. Jiang Yan pounced on Chen Yu and tried to snatch his phone. Chen Yu was prepared and dodged her grab flexibly, "Ms. Jiang, calm down and don't make a move. I sell my art, not my body." His tone was frivolous and teasing, which angered Jiang Yan even more. "Stop pretending and give me your phone!" Jiang Yan was furious and was about to pounce on Chen Yu again. Chen Yu said dimly: "I have uploaded the recording file to my mailbox. It's useless even if you snatch the phone." After hearing this, Jiang Yan slumped down on the sofa in frustration. She took a deep breath, looked up at Chen Yu, clenched her teeth, and her eyes were full of resentment. Seeing that Jiang Yan had calmed down, Chen Yu smiled and said, "You don't want your secret to be known, do you?" Jiang Yan raised her eyes and sneered: "Do you think this recording can blackmail me? Do you think I'm afraid of others knowing my true sexual orientation?" Even if I didn't know much about your family in my previous life, my inappropriate behavior just now has betrayed you, hasn't it? Chen Yu laughed secretly in his heart, but on the surface he shook his head calmly and said, "Miss Jiang is really judging others by her own mean character." Jiang Yan spat: "Gentleman?" Chen Yu ignored her ridicule, leaned close to her ear, and said in a low voice: "I can promise that I will never use your name again. If it has any impact on you now, I can even help you clear it up."

"As long as you promise not to pursue the matter of me impersonating your identity, I will ensure that this recording will never appear in front of anyone else." As he spoke, his warm breath gently sprayed on Jiang Yan's sensitive earlobe, stirring up a tingling electric current and making her skin, which was already a little hot due to the alcohol, even hotter. Jiang Yan was stunned. The main purpose of her coming here was to stop the other party from using her name to defraud others. The other party actually promised to stop? She was full of doubts: this whole thing was weird... At first, she thought the other party was just a pure liar, but later she found that the other party's predictions of the trend were very accurate, so accurate that it could not be explained by luck. This presents an obvious paradox: with such a high level of skills, why would he need to send text messages to defraud the insignificant service fee? What on earth does he want to do? No—he knows himself very well, even his sexual orientation... Was this a trap carefully designed for him? Did the other party want people, not money? This was the only way to explain everything. "What do you want to do to me?!" The 'truth' that Jiang Yan thought she knew surfaced, and she immediately felt insecure. She looked around vigilantly. Looking at Jiang Yan who was like a frightened rabbit, Chen Yu couldn't help but find it a little funny. With a teasing intention, he reached out and gently rubbed Miss Jiang's pink ears, which was a sensitive spot in his memory. As he expected, the latter reacted greatly and her delicate body jumped as if she had been electrocuted. The next second, Jiang Yan quickly reached out and slapped Chen Yu's hand away, glaring at him with a blush on her face, and it was unclear whether she was angry or ashamed. Chen Yu smiled and said, "I just want to be friends with you and give you a chance to get rid of your father's shadow." Get rid of my father's shadow? Jiang Yan was stunned for a long while. She had indeed lived in the shadow of her father, the chairman of Fu Jiang Securities, from childhood to adulthood. She was indeed tired of the outside world's evaluation of her always revolving around "Mr. Jiang's daughter" from childhood to adulthood, and tired of everyone attributing her success to her father's protection. Jiang Yan longs to get rid of her father's shadow and to be able to truly control her own life, but as long as she works in finance in China, she will never be able to get rid of the gossip no matter where she goes. "How shameless..." Jiang Yan sneered, "Why do you know me so well? What is your purpose?" She asked the question that had been in her mind for a long time. Chen Yu chuckled and said, "You can investigate me, but I can't investigate you? I have a hacker friend, and what you think is a secret is not a secret." "Anyway, I have no ill will towards you. If you still don't trust me and don't want to hear what this opportunity is, you can leave now." Chen Yu sat down on the seat and gestured to her to go ahead. As the princess of Fu Jiang Securities, Jiang Yan came to her senses and really wanted to deal with him. As long as she lowered her moral standards, there were many ways. But now that he had a recording that could kill Jiang Yan, Chen Yu had actually achieved the goal of "maintaining a deterrent balance." After all, he had already promised to stop later. For any reason, Jiang Yan would not choose to hurt the enemy by a thousand and lose eight hundred of his own. "Humph!" Hearing the words "You can leave now", Jiang Yan sneered, got up and left without hesitation. Chen Yu sat calmly in his seat, twirling his wine glass and counting the time silently in his mind. A minute later, Jiang Yan came back as he expected. This was Jiang Yan's negotiation habit, an old problem. Jiang Yan looked at him aggressively: "I want to hear what kind of ivory can come out of your mouth."

Chen Yu put the wine glass on the table, smiled and said, "CDs." As a reborn person, although he has great information advantages, these advantages are only reflected in his grasp of the general trend of the times, which is not obvious in the short term. Grasping the trend of the times can ensure that he will be far ahead, but cooperating with a financial elite can significantly accelerate this process and convert his information advantages into cash and silver more quickly. During the period from 07 to 08, the biggest opportunity he remembered was not in the A-share market, but on the other side of the ocean. Short the . housing market. CDS is currently the most suitable tool for short selling and profit. According to the memory of the previous life, Michael Burry, the most successful short seller on Wall Street, created the myth of a 7-fold gross profit return by shorting the property market. Jiang Yan frowned: "Credit default swap? This kind of financial derivative has not yet been established in China." "Of course I'm not talking about China. There have been many defaults in the . real estate market. You should know that now is the best opportunity to short sell. Moreover, the huge size of the . real estate market can support a huge amount of funds to roll in." "As long as you can leverage enough funds and succeed in short selling, you will become a 'great' fund manager and escape from your father's shadow. Isn't that easy?" Any pool of funds has its limit. A breakfast shop can double its profits in a short period of time through promotional means, but if you invest 100 million in it, it is impossible for it to give you a return of 200 million. However, the . real estate market can. Jiang Yan sneered: "You are doing charity! Do you know that whether you can make a profit from investment banks by shorting CDS depends on whether the rating agency downgrades MBS's rating, and the rating agency obeys the investment bank's orders. You are like a gangster, asking the son to give out his father's bank card password, is this possible?" Chen Yu smiled and said, "Is it possible that the US subprime mortgage crisis will evolve into a century-long depression in the near future, and the scope of the impact will affect the whole world? If MBS's rating is not downgraded, then all rating reports in the future will be a piece of waste paper." He went on to say: "It is simply impossible for the United States to keep the bursting of the housing bubble a secret." Jiang Yan: "The United States has the largest money printing machine and cannot allow the crisis to spread - it will affect the operation of society." Chen Yu shook his head: "As a financial practitioner, don't you understand that Wall Street never makes decisions from a social perspective? The more crises occur, the more wealth is concentrated in the hands of a few, and the decision-makers are the few." Jiang Yan was stunned. She found that Chen Yu's statement did form a closed loop in logic and was somewhat irrefutable. She was even a little convinced... Her heart beat a little faster. If the subprime mortgage crisis really turns into a depression, then shorting the US housing market would be a huge opportunity for her. She waved and ordered a few more drinks, looking at the seemingly immature boy in front of her with burning eyes: As the discussion deepened, she felt more and more that the boy in front of her was not simple... He was so young, but not only did he have such a broad vision, he also dared to make such an 'arrogant' judgment. Jiang Yan completed a master's degree in finance at New York University at the age of 21, which was incredible to all his peers. But now it was her turn to have the same feeling in her heart, which was even more incredible than incredible. This boy was simply a bit weird. What was his growing environment like that made him the person he is today? Jiang Yan shook the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Why should I trust your judgment?" Under the influence of alcohol, Jiang Yan's fair face became increasingly flushed, and her behavior became careless. She leaned on the sofa, her eyes narrowed and narrow, and there was a seductive look on her face. Chen Yu smiled and said, "My goal is not to gain the upper hand in the argument. Believe it or not." The financial crisis in the United States only broke out in June 2008. There was still plenty of time. There was no need for him to rush. He just needed to plant a seed in Jiang Yan's heart. He continued, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about something closer to us. Let's make a bet. Tell me, what is the highest point the A-share index can reach this year? I will also make my judgment." Jiang Yan was very excited: "What's the bet?" In her professional field, what was there that she was afraid of? She didn't think she would lose. Chen Yu: "You decide."

Jiang Yan giggled and leaned forward. The white and fullness of her chest was still eye-catching in the dim light, and the two semicircular curves were captivating. For some reason, a strong desire to conquer suddenly arose in her heart. "If you lose--" She stood up, stretched out her slender jade fingers, and gently tapped Chen Yu's chest. Jiang Yan deliberately prolonged the ending tone, feeling the masculine breath and temperature coming from her fingertips. An indescribable sense of excitement spread in her heart, and she enjoyed this sense of control. "Then obey me, and in return..." She paused deliberately, the seductive look on her face intensified, and she opened her red lips slightly, "Me too." Perhaps Jiang Yan herself did not realize that her eyes were full of woman's charm and elegance, which she had never shown to any man. Chen Yu nodded and said, "Okay." Seeing Chen Yu nodded, Jiang Yan made the first judgment: "Before the benefits of the Olympics are exhausted, there is a chance that it will reach 7,000. This year's highest should be 6,500." Chen Yu's tone was calm, but it left no room for doubt: "My judgment is that after the market reached 6,100 in October, it will not be possible to break through further." Jiang Yan laughed as if she had heard a joke. She gracefully brought the goblet to her lips and took a sip of the red wine, with undisguised joy in her eyes and eyebrows. It took only 2500 trading days for the A-share index to rise from 5000 to 160. How could the ceiling of the market be 6100?! You are doomed to fail, Chen Yu. Jiang Yan said silently in her heart. Then, I will see how I will "deal with" you! …… At Jinjiang Hotel, the graduation banquet for the senior high school graduates of Jinjiang No. 1 Middle School has come to an end. At this moment, there is a faint sense of sadness. Some sentimental girls have cried until their eyes are red. Although the boys said "keep in touch in the future", the reluctance in their eyes could not be deceived. Someone suggested going to the "Pentagram Bar" to continue the party, and many people responded immediately. However, more people just remained silent, looking down at their phones or looking out the window, their thoughts drifting to the unknown distance. In 2007, there were no commonly used online payment tools like Alipay and WeChat, and everyone still used cash for financial transactions. The graduation banquet adopted the AA system, and each table started to contribute to the meal expenses. At Zhao Chuan's table, the squad leader in charge of collecting fees came over and everyone handed the money to him consciously. The cost per person was 70 yuan, which was considered high consumption in 2007. Class monitor Li Haoran took the banknotes handed over by his classmates one by one. After counting them, he found that one was missing. Li Haoran looked at the empty seat and asked in confusion: "Where is Chen Yu? Why is he gone?" A boy at the table said without thinking: "He ran away before. Could it be that he ran away to buy a foundation box for Hong Sha and had no money to pay for the meal, so he..." Zhao Chuan glared at the boy and said, "Bullshit! Is Brother Yu any worse than this?" In his opinion, this speculation was not only naive but also ridiculous. Zhao Chuan was the one who had seen Chen Yu's bank card balance with his own eyes. The string of numbers dazzled him. A mere seventy yuan was nothing to Chen Yu. Ai Qin took out a hundred-dollar bill from her purse and said gently, "He must have left early because of an emergency. I'll help him pay for it." This is a great opportunity for Chen Yu to owe someone a favor. But just before she was about to hand it to Li Haoran, a slender hand took the initiative and stuffed a few banknotes into the latter's hand. Ai Qin was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the person who came, and it was Hong Sha. The girl was wearing a light pink T-shirt and a white pleated skirt today, with delicate makeup on her face, looking particularly pretty and lovely.

"..." Ai Qin frowned calmly, and a subtle hostility flashed in the depths of her eyes. (End of this chapter)