Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 394 I never expected President Ye to dine in the cafeteria!

In this era, smartphones were not yet fully widespread, and simple yet highly addictive parkour and slashing games like Fruit Ninja and Temple Run were dominating mobile entertainment.

Downstairs in the trading room, Shen Jun and Yang Bin were not so relaxed.

In one morning, a billion yuan of leveraged funds (one billion yuan principal plus leverage) poured into the buying of Shenmu Coal like water!

This level of short-term trading was also a first for them.

My fingers are still a little numb from the high-frequency operation, and my mind is exhausted from being under high tension.

Looking at the densely packed transaction records on the screen, Shen Jun smiled wryly and whispered to Yang Bin.

In fact, we should thank Cao Yunji and his backers...

If the other party hadn't frantically dumped shares to create panic and spread false information to mislead retail investors into following suit and selling off, they wouldn't have been able to acquire such a massive amount of shares at a relatively low price.

To some extent, their competitors have become their biggest "suppliers".

Ye Fan was well aware of the future trend of Shenmu coal, so his strategy was extremely simple and brutal: accept all comers and take as much as possible!

Although the timely clarification of rumors and the release of positive news through the Weiming platform stabilized some discerning retail investors, panic was like a plague, and many retail investors who were unaware of the truth or were frightened by fake news still chose to "take profits and run".

This is human nature, and it's also the norm in the market.

Those who dare to take risks eat meat, those who are timid drink soup, or they don't even get to drink soup.

Ye Fan was fully aware of this.

He doesn't criticize the retail investors who sold off; a true bull market requires confirmation from fundamentals and significant positive news.

And now, he is that "madman" who is greedy in the midst of panic, using real money to plan for the future.

Lunch break time has arrived.

Ye Fan put down his phone, stretched, and prepared to go to a restaurant to treat his hungry stomach.

As I passed by the trading room, I saw that Shen Jun and Yang Bin hadn't gone to eat. Instead, they were frowning and staring at their computer screens, their fingers constantly refreshing various financial websites and forums.

Ye Fan pushed open the door and entered, a teasing smile on his face: "What? Still working as an informant here? Don't bother, just listen to these rumors, don't take them seriously."

Shen Jun looked up at the sound of his voice, his face showing a mixture of frustration at his fruitless search and embarrassment at discovering the absurdity of the situation: "Boss, you're right. We just checked several websites that claimed to have 'insider information,' and we found..."

He paused, lowered his voice, and said with a strange expression, "The source of the information isn't a pop-up error on a game website, it's... cough, it's one of those little error pages that automatically pop up on some shady websites..."

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan almost burst out laughing.

He knew all too well the quality of these "information sources".

In this era of information overload on the internet, which is also a mixed bag, all sorts of charlatans use the guise of "insider information" and "top secrets" to swindle and deceive people, taking advantage of their eagerness for quick success.

This phenomenon, not to mention now, will continue to deceive a large number of people even ten years from now. Many of the rampant telecommunications fraud schemes in later generations have evolved from this pollution of online information where it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

"Alright, alright, go eat and get some rest!"

Ye Fan waved his hand with a smile, as if shooing away chicks: "We might have a tough battle this afternoon, don't waste your energy on this junk information. The real betting odds and logic are what we should be looking at!"

Shen Jun and Yang Bin exchanged a glance, both seeing the realization and a hint of embarrassment in each other's eyes.

They quickly closed the messy web pages and tidied up their desktop.

"Okay, boss!" the two replied, then got up and headed towards the staff cafeteria on the first floor, feeling a little tired but relaxed.

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Ye Fan walked towards the spacious and bright tea and rest area.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Miao Zi sat quietly on a single sofa, her slender fingers holding a glass of warm water. Her gaze was fixed on the bustling street scene outside the window, and the afternoon sun cast a soft golden glow on her profile.

She had finished handling the urgent instructions given by Ye Fan and was waiting here as agreed.

"Finished with work? Let's go eat." Ye Fan approached, his voice carrying a hint of afternoon laziness and natural intimacy.

Miao Zi turned her head at the sound of his voice, and when she saw Ye Fan, a hint of warmth appeared in her usually cold eyes. She put down her water glass and stood up briskly: "Okay."

The two walked side by side toward the elevator.

The elevator descended smoothly, and the only sound in the quiet space was the slight hum of mechanical operation.

The staff canteen on the first floor was bustling with activity and filled with the aroma of food.

Ye Fan and Miao Zi each chose their preferred lunch from different food stalls.

Ye Fan prepared a few simple home-style stir-fries, while Miao Zi focused more on nutritional balance, combining vegetables and protein.

Ye Fan carried his tray, his gaze sweeping across the bustling dining area, searching for an empty seat.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on the corner by the window.

At a table for four, only one woman with a quiet demeanor and scholarly air sat.

She was wearing a well-tailored beige business suit and was eating her meal in small bites, but her gaze was somewhat unfocused. Her chopsticks were unconsciously tapping the edge of her plate, clearly indicating that her mind was not entirely on the food, but rather on some difficult problem.

It was Lu Qinghe, Ye Fan's high school English teacher and now the head of Context Technology.

Ye Fan smiled slightly, picked up his tray, and walked straight over.

He placed the plate on the table opposite Lu Qinghe, and the slight sound immediately startled the woman who was deep in thought.

Lu Qinghe looked up in surprise, a hint of astonishment at being interrupted flashing in her calm, watery eyes, followed by her habitual aloofness.

At the company, especially at Context Technology, her professional, efficient, and even somewhat strict management style made employees both respect and fear her, and almost no one dared to sit at the same table with her during lunch.

She had long been accustomed to the quiet of being alone.

however.

When she saw that the person standing in front of her was Ye Fan, the trace of aloofness melted away like ice and snow, and her beautiful face instantly blossomed into a surprised and sincere smile, like the warm winter sun.

"Teacher Lu, are you eating alone? Are you still able to eat at the company cafeteria?" Ye Fan naturally pulled out a chair and sat down, his tone familiar, with the respect a student would show to a teacher, yet also the concern a boss would show to a capable subordinate.

Lu Qinghe put down her chopsticks, her smile deepening: "President Ye? I never expected you to dine in the cafeteria."

Her voice was gentle, with a hint of teasing.

Although they knew Ye Fan was also balancing his studies, as the core and actual controller of the group, he had an aura of prestige in the eyes of his employees and rarely appeared in this crowded public restaurant.

Ye Fan picked up his chopsticks and laughed, "Teacher Lu, what you're saying is ridiculous. I'm an employee at the company too, of course I eat in the cafeteria. Do you expect me to get special meals every day?"

He deliberately ignored the "boss privileges".