Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

"You can still laugh?"

Nangong Yao was furious at Liu Ming's carefree attitude. She grabbed another cushion from the sofa and threw it at him, yelling in a tearful voice, "I'm being driven to the brink of suicide! And you're still in the mood to drink milk tea here?"

Liu Ming caught the cushion with one hand and casually placed it aside. He didn't rush to comfort her, but instead walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the constantly scrolling electronic screen on the stock exchange building across the street.

On the screen, following the stock code of Nangong Group was a string of glaring green numbers that indicated a sharp drop.

"What's the rush?"

Liu Ming's voice was very calm, unusually so, "The enemy is at the gates, we're not at our wits' end yet."

"Not here yet?!" Nangong Yao was nearly driven mad by his calm demeanor. "The stock price has plummeted! Banks are withdrawing loans! The board is forcing me to resign! That mad dog Ouyang Feng has a knife to my throat! And you're telling me we're not here yet?!"

"Hmm, not there yet."

Liu Ming turned around, walked to the computer displaying the candlestick chart, tapped a few times on the keyboard, and brought up all the transaction details for the day.

The dense array of numbers and codes would seem like gibberish to the average person. But to Liu Ming, it was like a clear battle map.

As he looked at the seemingly chaotic yet meticulously calculated sales orders, his smile deepened.

"That's interesting."

He stroked his chin as if admiring a work of art. "Public opinion campaign, short selling at high prices, withdrawal of loans and supply chain disruptions, internal divisions... This set of combined punches was executed quite skillfully, reminiscent of the vampires on Wall Street."

"You still have the mood to praise him?!" Nangong Yao felt like she was about to have a heart attack.

"Why not praise him?" Liu Ming turned to look at her, his deep eyes gleaming with excitement. "This means that your opponent is no longer the idiot who only knows how to pick fights with thugs. He's learned to use his brain."

"but……"

Liu Ming's eyes instantly turned sharp as knives, as if they could pierce through the screen and see the smug trader behind her.

"...I've only learned the basics."

He pointed to the candlestick chart on the screen, which had already plummeted to its lowest point, and a sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Yaoyao, do you know what the most fatal weakness of this tactic is?"

"What is it?" Nangong Yao asked subconsciously.

"It's **money**."

Liu Ming's voice was resolute.

"This kind of 'blitzkrieg' style malicious short selling is all about thrills and 'using capital to hurt others.' It requires a massive amount of money to be poured in within the shortest possible time to crash the order book of a group worth hundreds of billions and create panic."

"Does Ouyang Feng have that much money?"

"He didn't." Nangong Yao shook her head, still rational despite her anger. "Although the Ouyang family is a wealthy family, most of their assets are fixed assets. I estimate that the most liquid funds he can mobilize this time are around one billion. The rest must be highly leveraged hot money borrowed from Hong Kong."

"That's right."

Liu Ming snapped his fingers, like a confident general.

"Borrowed money comes with interest. And it's usury! The longer it drags on, the higher their costs become!"

"That's why they're so impatient, spreading rumors and trying to force you out. Their goal is to bring you down in the shortest amount of time, and then buy your stock at the lowest price to fill their hole."

"In military strategy, this tactic is called 'besieging Wei to rescue Zhao.' What a pity..."

Liu Ming shook her head, a hint of pity on her face.

"Their financial system is too fragile."

"So fragile, like a taut string. If only we, at the most crucial moment, gently pluck it..."

"With a 'bang'."

"That's it."

Looking at Liu Ming's confident yet almost arrogant demeanor, Nangong Yao's heart, which had turned cold with despair, unexpectedly and inexplicably rekindled a spark of hope.

"You...you have a way?" Her voice was trembling.

"way?"

Liu Ming smiled, a smile like that of a cunning fox about to sneak into the chicken coop.

"Dealing with these self-righteous 'capital players'."

"I am... a grandmaster."

Done.

He didn't explain further.

He simply took out a black satellite phone from his pocket; it had an extremely futuristic design.

Then, in front of Nangong Yao's bewildered and confused gaze, he dialed an encrypted number from Switzerland.

The phone rang only once before it was answered.

"Feed?"

On the other end of the phone came a respectful, aged voice with a thick British accent.

"Is this Butler Anderson? It's me, Liu Ming."

"Oh! It's...it's Young Master!" The voice on the other end of the phone instantly became incredibly excited, even carrying a barely perceptible choke. "You...you finally agreed to call us! If Madam...if Madam knew, she would definitely..."

"Alright, Anderson," Liu Ming interrupted him, her tone regaining its unquestionable, authoritative tone. "Stop with the nonsense. Can you still access the 'Morning Star' secret fund account my mother left behind?"

"Of course! Of course it can be moved!" Butler Anderson's voice was full of pride. "The 'dowry' that Madam left you back then, after so many years of our team's efforts, now has a number that is... a number that you probably can't even imagine..."

I don't care how much there is.

Liu Ming's eyes turned cold.

"I need some money right now."

"A single sum of money, enough to make the entire financial market of Jiangnan Province tremble... **hot money**."

"Give it to me, get it ready."

He looked out the window at the twin towers that represented Ningzhou's financial center, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips.

"The market will open tomorrow."

"I want to let those short sellers who are courting death know."

"What, then, truly constitutes... **capital**."

"What, is that... **despair**?"

"I want them all to die, body and ashes, on this battlefield where there is no visible smoke..."