Hong Kong films: From street thugs to Hong Kong financial tycoons

"BOOM!!!"

With Chen Zheng's powerful "hammer" press of Enter, like shattering a keyboard, the massive short-selling chips of 1.25 billion transformed into a torrent of green data, crashing down on Zheng's Jewelry's trading platform with an overwhelming and ruthless force.

The Hong Kong stock market has no price limits. At this moment, the mere two hundred million Hong Kong dollars in the hands of the CFO of the Zheng Group was like a squeaking chicken standing in front of a heavy road roller.

Before it could even make a ripple, it was instantly crushed into dust by this terrifying wave of short selling, leaving not even a trace.

"puff--!"

In the war room of the Zheng Group building, the CFO, seeing the account balance instantly emptied and the green K-line on the big screen plummeting straight down like a cliff, spat out a mouthful of blood onto the computer screen, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed, convulsing.

"It's over...it's all over. The multi-billion dollar empire is gone..."

The entire trading market went completely mad, including retail investors and institutions who had initially held onto a sliver of hope and wanted to buy at the bottom.

Upon seeing the extremely shocking news about organized crime and smuggling, and the massive, reckless dumping of 1.2 billion short positions on the trading screen, all reason collapsed instantly.

"A stampede! An epic stampede has occurred!"

"Damn it, I just bought a whole bunch of Zheng's Jewelry shares yesterday! Sell them all! Sell them for every dollar, even a penny!!!"

Panic selling is like a burst dam of the Yellow River, unstoppable, with sell orders piling up like mountains pressing down on the buy orders.

No one dared to take over at this time. Even the most foolish retail investor knew that the Zheng Group was completely doomed this time.

On the big screen, Zheng's Jewelry's stock price was experiencing a horrific freefall.

HKD 15...

HKD 10!

HKD 5!

HKD 2!

8 cents! ! !

In just ten minutes, a long-established blue-chip stock with a market value of 12 billion yuan saw its share price plummet by more than 90%.

It went from being a high-flying blue-chip stock to a penny stock that even dogs wouldn't look at. Hundreds of billions of dollars in wealth vanished in an instant under the strangulation of panic and short-selling capital!

……

Far East Financial Center, Yaosheng Capital Trading Room.

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Chen Zheng held his head in his hands, staring at the number representing profits on the screen, and screamed hysterically like a madman.

His face was flushed, tears and snot streaming down his face. He was so excited that he jumped from his chair onto his desk, gesturing wildly.

"It's crashed! It's crashed through the earth's core, boss! It's dropped ninety percent!"

Chen Zheng's voice had completely split, sounding like a rooster being choked.

"1.25 billion in short positions! A 90% drop! My God, this is a miracle, a miracle in financial history!"

Thirteen Sister had completely lost her ability to speak. She stood there like a statue that had been weathered for thousands of years, her hands tightly pinching her philtrum, as if she was afraid that she would die from not being able to catch her breath.

Her eyes widened as she stared intently at the outrageously long string of numbers on the screen.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions... billions!!!

"Boss..."

Chen Zheng scrambled off the table and knelt before Lin Yao, trembling like a leaf.

"After deducting the securities lending interest from Peregrine Brokers and the 0.01% handling fee, we made a net profit of a full HK$1 billion from this deal!"

In 1987 Hong Kong, a billion dollars was a sum of money. An average worker's monthly salary was only two or three thousand dollars, and a bowl of top-quality beef brisket noodles cost only five dollars.

One billion Hong Kong dollars could buy the entire Kowloon Walled City, bulldoze it to build a golf course, or even invite all of Hong Kong's top female stars to line up and dance the hula in front of you!

The man who created this terrifying number was sitting calmly on a leather sofa.

Lin Yao took a drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out in the crystal ashtray, his face showing no trace of elation, but rather a chilling indifference.

"Only one billion? That's barely enough."

Lin Yao shook his head, seemingly not very satisfied with the number.

"Thump!"

Thirteen Sister finally couldn't withstand the Versailles-like onslaught. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the Persian carpet, her eyes rolling wildly.

"Ten billion... I couldn't earn that much even if I killed all the triad bosses in Hong Kong! Ah Yao, are you the illegitimate son of the God of Wealth or a money-printing machine incarnate?"

"Old Chen, stop acting crazy."

Lin Yao kicked Chen Zheng in the butt and coldly issued the order: "While there are bloodstained chips all over the ground, immediately liquidate the positions and put every last penny of this 1 billion yuan into Yaosheng Capital's pocket, and make sure it's safe!"

"Yes, boss!!!"

Chen Zheng instantly entered the state of a top-notch trader, his hands moving across the keyboard like afterimages, and began to smoothly buy up chips at the bottom to close out short positions.

The ironclad rule of the financial market: numbers on paper are just numbers; only when they are converted into cash and put into your own pocket do they become true wealth.

Just as Lin Yao was reaping the rewards of his victory, in the interrogation room of the Hong Kong Organized Crime and Triad Bureau headquarters, the room was cold and damp, and the high-wattage incandescent light overhead was so bright that it was hard to open one's eyes.

Zheng Jianguo slumped in the interrogation chair like a dehydrated dead fish. His once-proud Tang suit was now wrinkled, and cold handcuffs clung to his wrists. He looked as if he had aged ten years overnight.

"Zheng Jianguo, the 300 million blood diamond at Kwai Chung Wharf has been caught red-handed, and your top henchman, Big Head Biao, has confessed everything."

Across from him, the senior inspector stared coldly at him.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

"This is a frame-up! It's a frame-up!"

Zheng Jianguo suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness.

"It was that scoundrel named Lin Yao who framed me! I want to see my lawyer and get bail!"

Just then, the interrogation room door was pushed open, and the top barrister in Hong Kong, hired by the Zheng family at great expense, walked in with a pale face.

"Attorney Wang, you've finally arrived!"

Zheng Jianguo seemed to have grasped at a straw, shaking the handcuffs desperately.

"Quickly, get me bail! I need to get back to the company. The company is leaderless right now, and the stock market is bound to fluctuate today. I have to be there in person to oversee things!"

Looking at the once-powerful billionaire in front of him, Attorney Wang felt a pang of pity and let out a long sigh.

"Chairman Zheng...you don't need to go back."

"What do you mean?!"

Zheng Jianguo's heart sank.

Attorney Wang took out a newly printed stock market chart from his briefcase and handed it to Zheng Jianguo with trembling hands.

"Just ten minutes ago, Zheng's Jewelry was maliciously shorted by an unknown super-capital, and news of your smuggling of blood diamonds was exposed across the internet..."

Attorney Wang swallowed hard, his voice filled with deep fear.

"The company's stock price... has fallen below 80 cents, a drop of more than 92%."

"What?!"

Zheng Jianguo's eyes bulged out as he snatched the chart. When he saw the green candlestick that had almost plummeted vertically into hell, his brain exploded as if a nuclear bomb had blown inside him.

"No...it's impossible! My multi-billion dollar empire, the culmination of thirty years of hard work..."

Attorney Wang pushed up his glasses and delivered the fatal blow: "Chairman Zheng, not only that, because of the stock price collapse, the banks have started to recall loans ahead of schedule, and our pledged shares have been liquidated instantly, leaving us insolvent."

"The company... has gone bankrupt. Not only that, all your private properties, luxury cars, and even your son's overseas trust fund will be forcibly liquidated to pay off debts."

"In other words, Mr. Zheng, you don't even have the money to buy a bowl of wonton noodles now, and you'll be serving at least twenty years in Stanley Prison for this 300 million smuggling case."

"Lin...Yao!!!"

"puff--!!!"

Zheng Jianguo let out a bloodcurdling scream that was so shrill it was inhuman. Suddenly, he tilted his head back and a mouthful of scarlet blood gushed out of his mouth like a fountain, splattering more than a meter high onto the opposite wall.

Subsequently, this once arrogant patriarch of a multi-billion dollar family, who looked down on the lower classes as ants, rolled his eyes back and slammed straight onto the cold interrogation table, completely losing consciousness.

Lin Yao meant what he said: to kill someone, you must destroy their spirit!

……

Half an hour later, on the top floor of the Far East Financial Center, Chen Zheng let out a long sigh of relief and slumped into a chair.

"Boss, the position has been closed out and all funds have been safely returned."

Chen Zheng stared at the long string of dazzling zeros in his account, his voice trembling.

"Including principal and interest, we now have 1.25 billion in cash in our accounts!"

"very good."

Lin Yao, holding a glass of champagne, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the city that he had turned upside down.

Taking down the Zheng family and making a billion yuan is the ultimate achievement that ordinary people would never even dare to dream of in their lifetime.

But in Lin Yao's grand and almost insane plan, this mere billion was just the first pot of gold he earned in Hong Kong, the village where he was a novice.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the side quest: The Fall of a Powerful Family!]

[System Assessment: The host, through exceptionally skillful means, not only achieved a devastating defeat against a multi-billion dollar tycoon, but also secured the first crucial sum of capital—a billion-dollar initial investment!]

[The whale's prediction panel has reached its maximum experience point, leveling up to Lv2!]

[Lv2 Permission Unlocked: The ability to predict business trends for the next month. You will be able to see the profit and loss conversion rate of any investment project over the next month, as well as the true intentions of key business figures!]

[Main Quest Countdown: Only 31 days left until the epic stock market crash of Black Monday in 1987 that swept the globe!]

[Please use this billion in capital to aggressively expand your leverage over the next 31 days and prepare for a true global wealth boom!]

Hearing the cold yet exhilarating notification from the system in his mind, Lin Yao's smile gradually spread, eventually turning into a wild and unrestrained laugh.

"Sis, it's Old Chen!"

Lin Yao turned around, downed the champagne in his glass in one gulp, and smashed the glass on the carpet with a loud crack. His deep eyes burned with a fierce fire of ambition.

"A billion is not even a warm-up."

"Next, I want you to divide this billion into dozens of offshore accounts, find the most daring foreign securities firm in Hong Kong, and sign the highest-level option betting agreement for me."

"Thirty-one days from now, I will use this billion as a lever to pry open a 100 billion leverage. I will short the entire Hong Kong and short the foundation of the British Empire."

"I want this era to bear the mark of Lao Tzu!"