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

"Boss! Nangong Group's stock price has completely hit the daily limit up!"

Inside the underground command center, Ghost Hand excitedly slammed his fingers down on the keyboard, then lifted his hands from the control panel and stretched out a big, yawning gesture.

"The money those bastards from the Zhao family poured into the market didn't even make a ripple; it was all swallowed up by our Morningstar Fund. Not only did we not lose money this time, we also managed to wipe out their pitiful amount of shares. Awesome!"

Liu Ming stared at the screen, her eyes cold.

"Feeling good already?" He stood up, walked to the control panel, his long, slender fingers appearing particularly powerful under the red light. "Defense is over." "Now, it's our turn to attack."

"Ghost Hand, switch channels." Liu Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling, murderous aura. "Target: the Zhao family's core businesses, 'Ruihu Technology' and 'Zhao's Heavy Industry.' Distribute those 'little gifts' we prepared yesterday across the entire internet. Remember, I want every shareholder and every institution to see them at the same time."

"Alright, boss! I'm the best at this!"

Ghost Hand chuckled, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism. His fingers flew across the screen, lines of code cascading down like a waterfall.

……

10:00 AM.

While Zhao Ruihu was still in the deputy director's office, trembling in front of the plummeting stock price, praying for a miracle to happen.

A media bomb, more terrifying than a nuclear weapon, has exploded on the Chinese internet!

Exclusive Exposure! Ruihu Technology's Core Patents Suspected of Plagiarism; Full Text of Overseas Lawsuit Released! **Shocking! Zhao's Heavy Industry Inflated Revenue by Billions; Irrefutable Evidence of Financial Fraud!**

A prime example of collusion between officials and businessmen? A deep dive into the bloody black market chain behind the Zhao family!

It's complete with pictures and text! It even includes high-definition transfer records and private recordings of executives!

These posts spread like wildfire, dominating the headlines of Weibo, Baidu Tieba, and major financial forums within just five minutes! Eight out of the top ten trending topics were negative stories about the Zhao family's businesses.

Those Zhao family enterprises, which were usually high and mighty and packaged as "national pride," were instantly stripped bare, revealing their dirtiest and ugliest true colors.

Stockholders were outraged!

"Holy crap! The Zhao family is so ruthless! They're using our money to launder money overseas?" "Run! This company's going to crash! We need to sell at the daily limit down and run!" "Damn it! I'm fully invested in 'Ruihu Technology,' I've been ripped off!"

Panic spread through the capital markets like a plague. Retail investors rushed to place sell orders, fearing that if they hesitated even a second, their shares would become worthless.

In this extreme panic, Liu Ming raised his cold, ruthless knife.

Short selling.

"Smash it all, no matter the cost!"

With Liu Ming's command, Morningstar Fund's massive capital flow instantly shifted its focus, transforming into countless sharp blades that, with terrifying, destructive power, stab fiercely at the Zhao family's core territory!

At 10:05 AM, Ruihu Technology broke through its support level, plunging 5%!

At 10:15, "Zhao's Heavy Industry" encountered a massive sell-off, causing its stock price to plummet by 8%!

This precipitous drop plunged the Zhao family's listed companies, which were already facing financial difficulties due to shorting Nangong Group, into an abyss of no return!

……

The capital city, the Zhao family's courtyard house.

This once grand mansion, which had witnessed countless power struggles and transactions, was now in complete chaos.

"Grandpa! Something terrible has happened!"

The Zhao family's steward scrambled into the inner courtyard, his face as pale as a corpse, and stumbled to the Zhao family patriarch, who was sitting in a grand chair with his eyes closed, resting.

"The stock market crashed! All of our stocks hit their daily limit down! There's a flood of smear campaigns against us for fabricating data!"

"Several bank presidents called, saying they would freeze our credit lines immediately! All the securities firms that previously cooperated with us have also run away and are now shorting our stocks!"

Old Master Zhao suddenly opened his eyes. His old eyes, which were originally cloudy but still showed shrewdness, were now filled with disbelief and horror.

"What did you say? A stock hitting its daily limit down? All that negative news about it online?"

The old man shoved the butler aside, grabbed the landline on the table, and dialed Zhao Ruihu's number with trembling fingers.

"Beep...beep...sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off."

"That unfilial son! What kind of monster did that unfilial son mess with?!"

The old man roared, feeling a sharp pain in his chest, as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, making it hard for him to breathe!

He staggered a couple of steps, fell onto the chair, and his face turned purple.

"Quick, nitroglycerin pills... quick... give me the medicine..."

He stretched out his hand, pointing at the table. Before he could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Sir! Someone come quick! Call an ambulance!"

The butler's shrill screams echoed throughout the entire Zhao family compound.

……

It's 2:30 PM. There's only half an hour left before the market closes.

Zhao Ruihu sat slumped in his luxurious deputy director's office like a soulless ghost.

He unplugged the phone line. He smashed the cell phone.

He stared at the bleak green light on the computer screen, his eyes terribly empty, muttering to himself incessantly.

"It's over...it's all over..."

It hit the daily limit down. Everything hit the daily limit down.

Moreover, millions of sell orders were piled up on the limit-down board. They were like mountains, pressing down on them and leaving them no chance to breathe.

Moreover, due to the sharp drop in stock prices, the value of the stocks they pledged to brokerage firms has shrunk to below the liquidation line.

This means that if the margin cannot be replenished before the market closes today, the brokerage firm will forcibly liquidate the position without hesitation first thing tomorrow morning!

At that time, the foundation that the Zhao family has built up over the past few decades will vanish in an instant. They will not only lose everything, but also be burdened with a staggering debt of tens of billions!

"Liu Ming..."

As Zhao Ruihu murmured the name, tears mixed with snot streamed down his face.

He regretted it! Why did he provoke this unruly madman for that ridiculous sense of superiority? Why did he use such low-level tactics to try and anger a sleeping dragon?

Faced with absolute power, his so-called political maneuvering and connections are simply a laughable joke.

"Ring ring ring".

The office landline suddenly rang.

Zhao Ruihu shuddered, staring at the red telephone as if he'd been electrocuted. It was an internal line directly connecting to the director's office.

His hands trembled as he answered the phone.

"Deputy Director Zhao."

Liu Ming's voice remained calm. There wasn't even a trace of victor's joy, only a chilling indifference.

"How much of your savings do you have left?"

Zhao Ruihu opened his mouth, but no sound came out; it felt like his throat was stuffed with a wad of cotton.

"I did the math, and it's probably shrunk by about 70%."

Liu Ming answered his own question with a cold tone, as if he were delivering a verdict.

"There are still fifteen minutes left before the market closes. If you rush to raise margin now, you might still be able to save your last penny."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the disciplinary committee has just taken over several of your family's accounts. Your little bit of secret stash of money is probably untouchable now."

"Liu Ming! You devil! You'll die a horrible death!"

Zhao Ruihu finally broke down. He roared hysterically into the phone, his eyes almost bleeding, "Aren't you afraid of slamming the sky down by doing this?"

"sky?"

Liu Ming sneered, his voice filled with arrogance and disdain.

"In my eyes, you parasites are not even worth a shadow."

"I've said it before, if you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."

"Prepare for the Zhao family's...doomsday."

"beep."

The phone hangs up.

Zhao Ruihu stared at the microphone that was emitting a busy tone and collapsed to the ground.

He knew it was all over.