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Looking at Nangong Yao's red-rimmed eyes, Liu Ming felt a surge of warmth in her heart instantly shattered by overwhelming anger.

He gently put down the unfinished cup of milk tea, turned around, and looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling monitoring screen.

On the screen, Nangong Group's stock price resembled a dying venomous snake, twitching helplessly at the daily limit down.

"Yaoyao, don't cry."

His voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

"This is such a small matter, it's not worth your tears."

Liu Ming strode to the main control computer, pulled out a chair, and sat down heavily.

He typed rapidly on the keyboard, the afterimages of his fingers like dancing black flames.

"Ghost Hand, are you awake yet?"

Liu Ming put on the headset, her voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Boss! We've been waiting for you!"

In the headphones, Ghost Hand's voice was filled with an irrepressible fervor and excitement.

"I just smelled a big fish. Zhao Ruilong and his bastards have put all their chips on the table."

"They thought the Nangong Group was a piece of fat meat, and they were ready to feast on it."

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Liu Ming's lips, her eyes looking down like those of a god surveying ants.

"Want to eat meat? I'm afraid their teeth aren't strong enough, and they'll end up breaking themselves."

"On my command, activate the 'Morning Star' sequence."

"Activate the entire overseas account left by your mother."

Ghost Hand gasped on the other end.

"Boss, are you sure? If the money in that account gets dumped into a pool like Ningzhou, it'll be a tsunami!"

"I'm sure."

Liu Ming's voice was completely flat, each word sounding as if it had been pulled from an ice cellar.

"Since they want to play, I'll play a big game with them."

"I want to show the people of Jiangnan Province what true 'capital hegemony' really is."

"I want to make Zhao Ruilong lose everything on that so-called 'Crown Prince' throne, leaving him with nothing but his underwear."

Nangong Yao stood behind him, staring blankly at this man who had suddenly become completely unfamiliar.

She had never seen Liu Ming with such an expression before.

It was an absolute ruthlessness that controlled everything and viewed all living beings as pawns.

In that instant, he was no longer the gentle and refined secretary of the Youth League Committee, nor was he Liu Qingtian, the savior of the people in Qingyun County.

He is a... god of death.

A demon god who can control everything in the financial battlefield.

"Liu Ming... what exactly do you want?"

Nangong Yao asked a question subconsciously.

Liu Ming didn't turn around; his attention was completely absorbed in the dense stream of data.

"I want to give Young Master Zhao a birthday gift that he will never forget."

He pressed the confirm key hard on the keyboard.

"Buzz—!"

With that crisp click of the button, a massive foundation that had been dormant for ten years was suddenly awakened in the Cayman Islands, across the ocean.

Billions of US dollars, transformed into countless hidden radio waves, instantly pierced the barriers of the international financial market and surged wildly into the small regional network of Ningzhou.

"The first step is to support the market."

Liu Ming's voice echoed in the command room.

"Get Nangong Group's stock price back to its daily limit within ten minutes!"

"No matter how much Zhao Ruilong throws out, I'll take it all!"

"I want every single blank order in his hand to become a noose that strangles him!"

The operators of Nangong Group, who had already given up hope, were now completely dumbfounded.

Their palms were sweating as they stared at the mysterious, enormous bill that suddenly appeared on the screen, a bill that was impossible to estimate.

The buy order was ridiculously large, like a mountain falling from the sky, which abruptly stopped the stock price from falling.

The limit down was torn off instantly.

The stock price began to rise vertically at an almost frenzied pace.

Turning positive, flat, then rising.

In just eight minutes, a long bullish candlestick appeared on the K-line chart of Nangong Group!

"It's...it hit the daily limit?"

One of the traders screamed, his voice trembling with tears.

"Where...where did this divine funding come from?"

Nangong Yao covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes again, but this time it was from shock and ecstasy.

As she watched Liu Ming's retreating figure, she felt as if she were witnessing a miracle.

"This is just an appetizer."

Liu Ming's voice remained calm, yet unsettling.

"The Ghost Hand, the second step, 'Besieging Wei to Rescue Zhao'."

"What are Zhao Ruilong's core businesses? 'Ruilong Real Estate' and 'Jiangnan Energy,' right?"

"Check their current pledge ratio and debt ratio."

A few seconds later, Ghost Hand gave the answer.

"Boss, that bastard Zhao Ruilong has mortgaged all his assets to the bank in order to short us."

"His current leverage ratio is at least eight times!"

"A 20% drop in their stock price will trigger forced liquidation!"

Liu Ming gave a cold laugh.

"Twenty percent? That's too slow."

"I want them to be wiped out before the market closes."

"Give me all available positions and short 'Ruilong Real Estate' and 'Jiangnan Energy'!"

"Use all their alternate accounts to spread negative information about them on major financial forums."

"Expose all the dirty secrets about Zhao Ruilong's loss-making projects overseas!"

"I want him to know what it means to be pushed around when you're down."

……

At this very moment, at the Zhao family villa in the provincial capital.

Zhao Ruilong was opening an expensive champagne bottle, with two famous models in his arms, laughing heartily at the K-line chart on the big screen.

"That bitch Nangong Yao, let's see how she dies this time!"

"Old Xu, keep buying! I want to make Nangong Group's market value drop to nothing!"

Xu Wenqiang, who was standing to the side, was about to respond when his face suddenly turned deathly pale.

"Brother Long...Brother Long! Something terrible has happened!"

"What happened? Why are you making such a fuss?" Zhao Ruilong frowned in displeasure.

"Our...our industries are being maliciously shorted!"

Xu Wenqiang pointed to the secondary screen next to him, his voice trembling.

"Ruilong Real Estate has already dropped twelve percent! Jiangnan Energy is falling even more sharply, heading straight for the daily limit down!"

"What?"

Zhao Ruilong abruptly pushed away the mannequin in his arms, jumped up in surprise, and smashed the champagne glass in his hand on the expensive carpet.

"Who dares to short my stock? In this entire Jiangnan province, who has the guts?"

"I don't know... I don't know!" Xu Wenqiang wiped away cold sweat. "Their methods are too professional! It's the top-tier 'hedging and arbitrage' technique from Imperial College London!"

"And...and the amount of money they have is terrifying!"

"Our betting odds are being harvested piece by piece, like wheat being harvested!"

Zhao Ruilong felt dizzy as he watched the numbers plummeting on the screen.

That was his lifeline, the foundation upon which his Zhao family had established itself in the provincial capital!

"Save the market! Save the market now!"

"We're out of money... Brother Long, all our money is tied up in short positions with Nangong Group..."

"Nangong Group's stock has hit its daily limit, and all our positions are now locked up..."

"The bank just called and said if I don't deposit more margin by 3 PM... they're going to liquidate my position!"

Zhao Ruilong plopped down on the sofa, his eyes finally revealing extreme fear.

He couldn't understand how Liu Ming, whom he considered just a "gold digger," could have such power.

This kind of economic attack that transcends national borders and rules is simply a case of "dimensional reduction attack".

This is hardly a war.

This is clearly a raid on their property.

……

The stock market closed at 3 p.m.

The entire financial sector in Ningzhou and even the Jiangnan province was eerily silent.

This was a fierce battle that will go down in history.

Nangong Group, in an incredible move, launched a counterattack from a desperate situation and now sits firmly on the sidelines.

Zhao Ruilong, who was originally full of arrogance, lost the Zhao family's decades-old foundation in just a few hours.

Assets shrank by 70%!

Heavily in debt!

All pledged shares are facing liquidation!

At this moment, the once-proud playboy has become the biggest debtor in Ningzhou.

Liu Ming slowly shut down her computer.

He took off his headset and rubbed his slightly sore wrist.

Turning his head, he looked at the petrified Nangong Yao, his eyes regaining their usual gentleness.

"I told you, I'll make him wash his neck and wait."

"Now, it's probably not just his neck that needs washing."

Nangong Yao walked over tremblingly, tightly grasped Liu Ming's hand, and her voice was hoarse.

"Liu Ming...who exactly are you?"

Liu Ming looked at the setting sun gradually sinking outside the window and smiled faintly.

"I?"

"I'm just an ordinary person who doesn't want the people around me to suffer..."

"Alright, let the legal and finance departments handle the rest."

"You should prepare a victory celebration banquet."

Liu Ming stood up and straightened his suit.

His figure appeared exceptionally tall and, in the afterglow of the setting sun, exceptionally... dangerous.

"After all, for some, the end is just beginning."

"Let's go home and have some soup."