The God of Wealth starts with doing whatever you want

On the holographic projection wall of the St. Moritz underground base, data streams poured down like a torrential rain.

The real-time market data from Europe, Asia, and North America intertwine to form a complex financial battleground, with hundreds of millions of dollars clashing behind every fluctuating candlestick.

"Mr. Xu, the Rothschild family has invested another 20 billion euros in the Frankfurt market."

Alfred's voice echoed in the empty command center, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"The Wittgenstein family followed with eight billion, and the Onassis family with five billion."

They are working together to drive up the stock prices of those twelve core companies, attempting to completely crush our short positions.

Xu Yun sat in front of the control panel, his ten fingers rapidly tapping on the virtual keyboard.

The data on the screen changed constantly with his instructions, and the flow of funds in the three hundred offshore accounts operated like the gears of a precision instrument, working seamlessly together.

"Let them pull."

His voice was eerily calm, but his eyes were sharp as knives.

"Notify all accounts to double down on short positions at key resistance levels. I want to see just how much cash these established families have to burn."

The moment the order was issued, the European market underwent a dramatic change.

10:15 a.m., Frankfurt Stock Exchange.

After rising for three consecutive days, Deutsche Precision Machinery's stock price finally reached the key psychological level of 120 euros per share.

Market sentiment was euphoric, with analysts predicting the stock would break all-time highs, retail investors flocking in, and cheers echoing through the trading floor.

But just as the stock price touched 120.03 euros, a massive number of sell orders flooded in like a burst dam.

One transaction, two transactions, three transactions... each transaction exceeded 500 million euros, and the sell orders piled up, instantly swallowing up the buy orders.

The stock price plummeted to 115 euros within 30 seconds, a drop of more than 4%.

The cheers in the trading hall abruptly ceased, replaced by a deathly silence, followed by a panic sell-off.

"What's going on?!" Maximilian roared into the phone in the Rothschild family meeting room.

"Someone placed a huge short order at the 120 euro level, and all our funds for pushing up the price are now trapped!" The trader's voice was trembling with tears.

"Investigate! Who's behind this!"

"Unable to find... The sales were conducted through more than thirty accounts, each registered in tax havens such as the Cayman Islands and the British Virgin Islands, and all the ultimate beneficiary information was encrypted..."

Maximilian hung up the phone with a livid expression and looked at Edmund, who was sitting in the main seat.

"Chief, the other side was prepared. We have lost at least four billion euros at the 120 euro level."

Edmund did not respond immediately.

He stared at the plummeting candlestick chart on the holographic screen, a solemn expression appearing on his aged face for the first time.

This Chinese man was much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

"What's the reaction from Wittgenstein and Onassis?" Edmund finally asked after a long pause.

"The Wittgenstein family has stopped increasing its holdings and has begun to observe, while the Onassis family... seems to be quietly reducing its holdings."

"A fence-sitter." Edmund sneered, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

“Inform our teams in Asia to increase short selling. I want that Chinese guy to know the cost of fighting on two fronts.”

At the same time.

68th floor of the International Finance Centre Phase 2, Central, Hong Kong.

This is the headquarters of "Yungang Capital" under the leadership of Fu Baoying. The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of Victoria Harbour, but no one in the meeting room is in the mood to appreciate it.

On the huge circular screen, real-time quotes for A-shares, Hong Kong stocks, European stocks, and US stocks flashed simultaneously.

Fu Baoying sat in the main seat, wearing a dark blue custom-made suit, her hair combed back and pinned up. Although she was only thirty years old, she seemed to have the composure of someone in their fifties.

On her left and right sides sat representatives of Hong Kong's four major families, respectively.

Li Zekai, the representative of the Li family, was in his early forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and had a serious expression.

The Kwok family representative, Kwok Ping-leung, 55, had a cigar between his fingers, with smoke swirling around him.

The youngest member of the Cheng family, Adrian Cheng, is only thirty-eight years old, but he has a shrewd look in his eyes.

"President Fu, this is Mr. Xu's latest instruction."

The assistant pushed open the door and placed an encrypted document in front of Fu Baoying.

Fu Baoying quickly glanced at the document, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes.

She looked up and glanced at the four people present.

Now that the flames of war have spread directly to us, although we may have had conflicts in the past, we must stand on a united front and unite against the common enemy at this time.

After all, if that family really succeeds in the Hong Kong stock market, they will still suffer heavy losses!

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken!
"Mr. Xu instructed that the Rothschild family would concentrate its firepower on attacking the technology and financial sectors of Hong Kong and A-shares within the next 48 hours."

Their goal was clear: to create panic and force us to redeploy funds from the European theater to support the war effort.

"Quite an appetite," Kwok Ping-leung sneered, stubbing out his cigar.

"It's just the arrogance of an old family."

Li Zekai pushed up his glasses and said, "They think the Asian market is still the same as it was twenty years ago, and they can slaughter it at will."

Fu Baoying projected the documents onto the large screen.

It was a detailed battle plan, outlining the specific targets the Rothschild family might attack, the estimated scale of funding, and the best time to retaliate.

The plan was so detailed that it seemed as if the plan had already foreseen all of the other party's moves.

"Mr. Xu provided complete intelligence support." Fu Baoying's voice echoed clearly in the conference room.

"Our mission is to build a defensive line in the Hong Kong stock market, while coordinating with mainland funds to launch a counterattack in the A-share market."

Mr. Xu has already transferred the total funds needed by the four major families through offshore accounts.

She retrieved the financial details.

The Li family: HK$200 billion; the Guo family: HK$150 billion; the Zheng family: HK$120 billion; the He family: HK$100 billion.

With the addition of HK$300 billion from Yungang Capital's own funds, the total scale reaches HK$870 billion, equivalent to approximately US$110 billion.

"This is only the first phase."

Fu Baoying added, "If the situation requires, Mr. Xu has prepared an additional $800 billion in financial support."

A soft gasp was heard in the conference room.

Even for the four major families, this number is still quite shocking.

"Mr. Xu, what exactly..." Zheng Zhigang hesitated before speaking.

"Some things are better left unknown."

Fu Baoying interrupted him, her tone leaving no room for doubt: "Now, we need to determine the specific battle plan."

Mr. Li, your Li family has the deepest investment in the technology stock sector; you'll be in charge of this area.

Li Zekai nodded: "I have already had my team analyze the share distribution of core stocks such as Tencent, Alibaba, Meituan, and Xiaomi."

If the Rothschild family were to launch an attack, they would most likely start with these stocks.

"Mr. Guo, I'm entrusting the financial sector to you. HSBC, Standard Chartered, AIA, Ping An—these heavyweight stocks cannot be lost."

Kwok Ping-leung exhaled a smoke ring: "Don't worry, I've been on the HSBC board for twenty years, I know how to play the game."

"Mr. Zheng and Mr. He, you are in charge of the real estate and public utilities sectors."

While these aren't the main battlegrounds, stabilizing the overall market index is equally important.

After the assignments were completed, Fu Baoying stood up and walked to the French windows.

Outside the window, Victoria Harbour ripples with blue waves, and the skyscrapers of Central gleam in the sunlight.

This financial capital of the East is about to face an unprecedented storm.

"Everyone."

She turned around, her gaze sweeping over everyone.

"This battle is not only about Mr. Xu's strategy, but also about the dignity of Hong Kong's financial market. It will show those old families that the Pearl of the Orient is not a place they can trample on at will."

……

Shanghai, Lujiazui International Finance Centre.

Jian Shiwei stood in the trading hall of the private equity fund "Yunwei Capital", with a curved screen wall that stretched for twenty meters in front of him.

Real-time data from all markets—A-shares, Hong Kong stocks, futures, and foreign exchange—are gathered here.

She is not even thirty years old, yet she already manages Xu Yun's private equity fund worth hundreds of billions of yuan in China.

Short hair, white shirt, black trousers—she looked so capable she didn't seem like a woman.

"Mr. Jian, northbound capital has started flowing out again."

Chief Trader Wang Lei quickly reported.

"As of 10 a.m., the net outflow has exceeded 6 billion RMB, mainly concentrated in the semiconductor and new energy sectors."

SMIC fell 4%, and CATL fell 3.2%.

Jian Shiwei stared at the screen, her fingers swiping rapidly across the tablet.

She was accessing an encrypted file that she had just received.

This is the Rothschild family's Asian operations plan, which Xu Yun transmitted through special channels.

"As expected..." she murmured to herself.

The documents show that the Rothschild family will sell off heavyweight A-share technology stocks around 2 p.m. today, around the time European markets open, creating a panic sell-off.

“Wang Lei.” Jian Shiwei raised his head, his eyes sharp.

"exist."

"Notify all traders that at 2:00 PM sharp, place massive buy orders at the following points."

She sent a list of targets to the main screen.

SMIC: 55 yuan; CATL: 480 yuan; BYD: 260 yuan; LONGi Green Energy: 65 yuan.

Each one is a leader in the technology and new energy sectors, and each price level is a key support level.

"The size of the funds?" Wang Lei asked.

"We have prepared 2 billion RMB for each stock, totaling 8 billion RMB. This is just the first line of defense."

Jian Shiwei walked to the console and brought up a larger pool of funds data.

Yunwei Capital currently has RMB 320 billion in available funds.

Xu Yun's promised follow-up support: 500 billion RMB (already received).

The extent of the national team's implicit guarantee is unknown, but it certainly exists.

"Also, contact our team in Beijing," Jian Shiwei continued, issuing instructions.

"Have them prepare three analysis reports, with the themes of 'Accelerated Domestic Substitution in the Semiconductor Industry,' 'New Energy Vehicle Penetration Rate Exceeds Expectations,' and 'Photovoltaic Exports Reach New Highs.'"

It was released promptly at 2:30 PM through major financial media outlets.

"Is this going to be a propaganda war?" Wang Lei's eyes lit up.

"The essence of financial warfare is a war of confidence." Jian Shiwei smiled slightly.

“The Rothschild family wanted to use funds to drive down the market, so we used information and confidence to support it.”

Let's see who truly understands the Chinese market.

1:50 PM.

There are ten minutes left until the Rothschild family's scheduled attack time.

The atmosphere in global financial markets has reached an extremely tense point.

In Europe, traders at the Frankfurt, London, and Paris stock exchanges are all glued to their screens, waiting for the movements of those twelve core stocks to provide direction.

In trading halls across Asia, including Hong Kong, Shanghai, and Shenzhen, fund managers gripped their phones, ready to respond to any unforeseen circumstances.

In the United States, on Wall Street in New York, hedge fund moguls are also watching this intercontinental financial showdown closely.

Because regardless of who wins or loses, it will bring huge fluctuations to the global market.

……

St. Moritz underground base. The holographic projection in front of Xu Yun has expanded to six screens, covering real-time data from sixteen major global financial markets.

His brain, controlled by the system, was like a supercomputer, simultaneously processing hundreds of information streams.

“Mr. Xu, the Rothschild family’s funds in Asia have all been in place.”

Alfred reports the latest intelligence.

"They established a total of $20 billion in short positions in the A-share and Hong Kong stock markets through twenty foreign accounts."

The attack will begin in ten minutes.

"Are Fu Baoying and Jian Shiwei ready?" Xu Yun asked.

"In Hong Kong, the HK$870 billion held by the four major families and Yungang Capital has been put on standby."

On the mainland side, Mr. Jian's first line of defense has been set up.

The national team is also making moves; the China Securities Regulatory Commission just held an emergency meeting.

Xu Yun nodded, turned his gaze to the screen displaying the Asian market, and typed a series of commands on the virtual keyboard.

"Initiate the second phase of the 'Dongfeng Plan'."

"Now?" Alfred was taken aback.

"Now." Xu Yun's eyes were icy.

"The Rothschild family thought they were fighting on two fronts, but in reality they were fighting on three fronts."

Europe, Asia, and a third front they were unaware of.

The moment the order was issued, global financial markets were simultaneously thrown into turmoil.

At 2:00 PM, the Hong Kong stock market...

The Hang Seng Index opened flat at 21500 points, but the technology sector suddenly suffered a sharp drop three minutes after the opening.

Tencent Holdings saw a massive sell order at HK$230, causing its stock to drop 3% within five minutes.

Alibaba, Meituan, Xiaomi and other heavyweight tech stocks fell in unison, dragging the Hang Seng Tech Index down 4%.

“It’s here!” In the Yungang Capital trading hall, Fu Baoying stared intently at the screen.

"Mr. Li, let's get started."

Li Zekai immediately picked up the dedicated phone line and said, "Buy Tencent, buy as much as you can below HK$230! Simultaneously operate on Alibaba and Meituan!"

At almost the same time, funds from the four major families began to enter the market.

HK$230, HK$229, HK$228...

Tencent's selling pressure was gradually absorbed, and the stock price rebounded after hitting HK$227.5.

However, the bears were exceptionally resilient, with new sell orders constantly emerging, leading to a fierce battle between the bulls and bears in the HK$228-230 range.

"The other party invested more money than expected." Li Zekai's forehead was sweating.

"At least five billion Hong Kong dollars more."

Fu Baoying remained expressionless and pulled up a real-time fund flow chart.

On the screen, red arrows representing foreign capital selling poured down like a torrential rain, while green arrows representing domestic capital buying also put up a stubborn resistance.

"Notify Mr. Xu and request the activation of the reserve funds," she calmly ordered.

……

Shanghai, A-share market.

At 2 p.m., the Shanghai Composite Index was still fluctuating around 3300 points.

But at 2:01 PM, the semiconductor sector suddenly plummeted.

SMIC's stock price plummeted from 56 yuan, with sell orders flooding in, causing the price to drop to 54.5 yuan within five minutes, a drop of more than 5%.

Leading new energy companies such as CATL, BYD, and LONGi Green Energy all fell simultaneously, causing the ChiNext index to turn negative instantly.

"Mr. Jian, the other side has started!" Wang Lei shouted.

Jian Shiwei stood in the center of the trading hall, like a female conductor leading a symphony orchestra.

"First line of defense activated."

Upon receiving the order, Yunwei Capital's eight billion yuan entered the market instantly.

SMIC saw a large number of buy orders at the 54.5 yuan level, causing its stock price to stop falling and rebound.

CATL's stock price was supported at 475 yuan.

BYD found support at the 255 yuan level.

However, the bears were clearly prepared. After the first wave of attacks was thwarted, a second, even more intense wave of selling followed.

"Mr. Jian, the other party is releasing negative information through the media!" the public opinion monitoring officer reported urgently.

"Caijing.com just reposted a foreign media report stating that China's semiconductor industry is facing a technology blockade."

Sina Finance headline: "New energy vehicle subsidies phased out, industry faces reshuffling."

"Wall Street News Flash: 'Europe launches anti-dumping investigation as photovoltaic module exports are hampered.'"

Negative news, like poisoned arrows, struck at already fragile market confidence.

The Shanghai Composite Index fell below 3300 points, and the ChiNext Index fell by 2%.

The atmosphere in the trading hall was somber.

"Activate the second line of defense," Jian Shiwei said calmly.

"We will also release our analysis report."

2:30 PM.

Just as panic was spreading in the A-share market, three major analytical reports appeared simultaneously on the front page of major domestic financial media outlets.

Domestic semiconductor substitution accelerates; SMIC's 28nm and below processes account for over 60%

New energy vehicle penetration rate exceeds 35%, leading companies have high earnings certainty.

Photovoltaic exports grew by 80% in the first eight months, with dependence on the European market decreasing.

The report is rich in data and thorough in analysis, directly pointing to the weakness of the short sellers in spreading rumors.

More importantly, the national team began to emerge within five minutes of the report's release.

A mysteriously large number of buy orders appeared in the SSE 50 ETF, and the CSI 300 ETF also saw a surge in volume and price.

The banking, insurance, and securities sectors, which are considered heavyweight sectors, suddenly rallied, and the Shanghai Composite Index rebounded strongly after touching 3285 points, returning to above 3300 points within ten minutes.

"The national team is on the field!" Cheers erupted in the trading hall.

Jian Shiwei, however, did not relax at all.

She stared at the screen and saw that the outflow of northbound funds was slowing down, but had not stopped.

“They’re hesitating,” she murmured to herself.

……

Zurich, Europe.

The atmosphere in the Rothschild family meeting room was extremely tense.

"Chieftain, the attack on the Asian battlefield has been stalled." Maximilian's face was grim.

"In Hong Kong, the four major families joined forces to support the market, and all our sell orders were absorbed."

In the A-share market, the national team has intervened, and market sentiment is beginning to recover.

Edmund stared at the holographic screen, which displayed the family's financial expenditures on three fronts around the world.

The main battlefield in Europe has already invested 450 billion euros, with losses of about 80 billion euros.

The Asian front has already invested $180 billion (approximately €160 billion), which is currently at a standstill, but no breakthrough has been achieved.

Worse still, the Wittgenstein and Onassis families have already begun quietly reducing their holdings, clearly preparing to withdraw.

“These cowards…” Edmund gritted his teeth.

Just then, the alarm suddenly went off.

"Chief! Something's happened!" An intelligence officer rushed into the conference room, his voice trembling.

"Our family's seven secret accounts in the Cayman Islands, Switzerland, and Liechtenstein have just been simultaneously hacked! The funds in those accounts have been... transferred!"

"What?!" Edmund jumped to his feet.

"How much was lost?"

The intelligence officer swallowed hard and uttered a number with difficulty.

"Preliminary estimates suggest at least... 20 billion euros."

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Everyone understood what this meant—the family's reserve funds had been cut off.

"Investigate! Who did this?!" Edmund roared.

But deep down, he already knew the answer.

That Chinese man, the one who smiled and told him on the Matterhorn, "My intelligence capabilities are even more abnormal than yours."

He not only fought on the front lines in Europe and Asia, but also quietly opened a third front—directly attacking the family's financial lifeline.

“Chief, we are now…” Maximilian’s voice was hoarse.

Edmund slowly sat back in his chair, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He watched the red numbers flashing on the screen, seeing the wealth his family had accumulated over two centuries evaporate at an alarming rate.

After a long while, he raised his head, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Contact that Chinese person."

His voice was hoarse and tired.

“Tell him that the Rothschild family… requests a ceasefire.”

……

St. Moritz, underground base.

When Xu Yun received Edmund's request for a ceasefire, it was already 8 p.m. Hong Kong time.

The Hang Seng Index closed at 21800 points, up 1.2% after fluctuating throughout the day.

The Shanghai Composite Index closed at 3320 points, rebounding more than 1.5% from its lowest point.

In the European market, the twelve core stocks experienced sharp fluctuations before closing mixed, with the bulls and bears temporarily evenly matched.

"Mr. Xu, do you want to accept it?" Alfred asked.

Xu Yun looked at the draft armistice agreement personally signed by Edmund on the screen.

The terms include: the Rothschild family withdrawing from the Asian market, compensating for some of the losses, issuing a public apology, and... avoiding "Yun-related" capital in the financial sector in the future.

“Tell Edmund.”

Xu Yun spoke slowly.

"A ceasefire is possible, but the Rothschild family needs to hand over three people."

Maximilian, who was in charge of short-selling operations in Asia; Jacques, the family's security chief; and... his intelligence chief in Zurich.

"Are they asking them to cut off their own arm?" Alfred was shocked.

"This is the price." Xu Yun's eyes were icy.

"A family that has lasted for two hundred years needs to learn a lesson: not all battlefields can be settled with money and power."

Some lines, once crossed, will come at a bloody price.

After the command was issued, Xu Yun stood up and walked to the window. The starry sky over the Alps was dazzling, and the Milky Way stretched across the sky.

This global financial storm may have only just begun.

Ancient families do not easily admit defeat.

In Hong Kong and Shanghai, Fu Baoying and Jian Shiwei simultaneously received encrypted messages from Xu Yun.

"Phase one complete. Prepare for phase two. The real enemy lurks in the shadows." (End of Chapter)