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

Above the stratosphere at 30,000 feet, the Regal Boeing private jet was smoothly tearing through the sea of ​​clouds, speeding towards Hong Kong.

Inside the cabin, the temperature was kept constant at a comfortable 24 degrees Celsius.

Lin Yao changed into an extremely soft silk robe and sank into the spacious, first-class leather seat.

He held a slightly swirling glass of amber-colored liquor in his hand, his gaze fixed on the boundless blue sky through the porthole.

The stark contrast between the rugged infrastructure development of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and the bloody battles of modern capitalism created a profound sense of alienation and displacement. Instead of tiring Lin Yao, it stirred a subtle urge in his blood.

"Boss, have some fruit to soothe your throat. You've been out in the cold wind for days, take care of yourself."

Qiu Shuyi obediently knelt on the carpet next to the chair and used a small silver fork to bring a perfectly cut piece of top-quality netted melon to Lin Yao's mouth.

Lin Yao opened his mouth and ate it, the sweet juice bursting in his mouth.

He reached out and ruffled Qiu Shuyi's smooth, long hair, a faint smile playing on his lips: "What's this little breeze? The real storm is about to hit the Nasdaq trading board."

Lin Yao was not in a hurry. True hunters often possess a level of patience that is hard for ordinary people to imagine when hunting super beasts that are extremely large and can even bite back.

Across the ocean, in the heart of Wall Street, New York City.

In a skyscraper across from the New York Stock Exchange, a secret conference room with security levels comparable to the Pentagon is currently filled with thick cigar smoke and an extremely agitated atmosphere of anxiety.

Seated at the enormous circular conference table was not only Andy, the president of Intel, who had just returned from Hong Kong in defeat and whose face was ashen.

There's also Paul, the CEO of MSI, which controls the global PC operating system market, and the heads of several of the top five super hedge funds on Wall Street.

This group of people, who normally could shake the global Nasdaq index with a mere stomp of their feet, were now like refugees facing imminent doom, crammed into this enclosed space, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at the giant electronic data screen on the wall.

"Andy, are you fucking senile?!"

Paul, the president of MSI, a middle-aged white man with an overweight build and a fierce face, slammed his hand on the table and spat out a torrent of spittle.

"What kind of damn OEM agreement did you sign in Hong Kong that you actually bowed down to some Asian yellow-skinned monkey? Do you know that you're trampling on the dignity of the entire Silicon Valley?!"

Andy's eyes were deeply sunken, like a skeleton that had been completely drained of its life force. Faced with Paul's accusations, he felt no anger, only a deep-seated fear.

"Paul, you have no idea what I saw at the Peninsula Hotel..."

Andy's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

"0.8 micrometers, that's a true 0.8-micrometer nanometer-level process, and it's a completely new underlying architecture that bypasses all our patents. They call it Loongson!"

Andy raised his head, his deep blue eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Paul: "Your proud operating system is nothing but a fart in the face of that kind of hardware that delivers such a devastating blow."

"That madman Lin Yao has already offered a 10 billion dollar ecological bounty. Now the geeks all over the world have gone crazy. They are writing code for Lin Yao day and night."

"In less than three months, MSI will be swept into the dustbin of history, just like Intel!"

Upon hearing about the $10 billion ecosystem bounty, the faces of several Wall Street financial tycoons in the conference room instantly turned extremely grim.

"Gentlemen, now is not the time for mutual recrimination."

Seated in the main seat was an old-school Wall Street vampire with gray hair and eyes as cold as a venomous snake, J.P. Morgan, an outsider representing the Rothschild family.

Morgan Sr. rested his hands on his chin, his voice icy and chilling: "Yaosheng Capital's rise has been too rapid, so rapid that it defies all economic common sense."

"They have tens of billions of dollars in unexplained cash flow and now they have disruptive semiconductor technology. If we continue to fight on our own, it's only a matter of time before they defeat us one by one."

"Therefore, the X86 Ecosystem Defense Alliance that I proposed must fire its first shot against Yaosheng Capital tonight!"

Morgan stood up, slammed his cane on the ground, and instantly unleashed the arrogance and ruthlessness characteristic of old Western capital.

"I have joined forces with twelve top Wall Street investment banks and pledged a large amount of high-quality assets. Currently, our alliance's cash pool has accumulated a total of 80 billion US dollars."

Eighty billion dollars! ! !

The moment this terrifying astronomical figure was announced, the air in the conference room seemed to instantly become scorching hot.

"We are going to wage a full-scale financial strangulation war!"

Morgan pointed to the Nasdaq data board behind him, like a mad battlefield commander.

"Yaosheng Capital acquired Universal Lionsgate in North America, and they have a listed shell company on Nasdaq."

"Once the market opens tomorrow, our $80 billion in speculative capital will surge like a tsunami, frantically shorting all stocks related to Yaosheng Capital!"

"At the same time, Intel and MSI, you should use your absolute power in Silicon Valley to issue an ultimatum to all downstream foundries and hardware sales channels around the world."

"Anyone who dares to use Yaosheng Technology's Loongson chips will be an enemy of the entire West, and we will impose the most severe supply cuts and patent bans on them."

"I'm going to use these 80 billion US dollars to completely sever the financial chain of Lin Yao, that Asian nouveau riche, on the Nasdaq."

"I want him to know that in the vast ocean of finance, Wall Street is the only true god!"

"Crush them!"

"Crush that Hong Kong kid's bones to dust!"

Emboldened by the $80 billion, a group of white elites went into a frenzy of collective euphoria, as if they could already see the tragic scene of Lin Yao going bankrupt and jumping off a building.

Two days later, in Hong Kong, Central, on the 48th floor of the Far East Finance Centre.

The headquarters of Yaosheng Capital, in its normally spacious, bright, and modernly artistic giant trading hall, has now been completely transformed.

All the blackout curtains were drawn tightly, plunging the entire hall into an extremely oppressive and dim atmosphere.

A full one hundred top-of-the-line Reuters financial terminals were densely packed in the center of the venue, and one hundred top traders in red vests, recruited from around the world with high salaries, had all loosened their ties and taken off their suit jackets.

The air was filled with the strong smell of black coffee, cigarettes, and that kind of adrenaline rush that only occurs when hundreds of billions of dollars are wagered on a crazy bet.

"drop--"

The elevator doors opened, and Lin Yao, dressed in a perfectly tailored black haute couture suit, walked into the trading hall, which felt like a hellish furnace, with one hand in his pocket and a steady, powerful gait.

"Hello, boss!"

The hands of hundreds of traders, which had been typing on their keyboards, suddenly stopped, and they all stood up, staring with extreme fervor at the financial tyrant who walked in.

"Sit down, everyone. Do what you're supposed to do. I don't like formalism."

Lin Yao casually gestured with his hand and walked straight to the extremely large main control panel at the very front of the hall.

Chen Zheng had been waiting for a long time. His gold-rimmed glasses, which were always spotless, now showed a few bloodshot veins, indicating that he had been staying up late these past few days.

"Boss, Wall Street moves very quickly and very brutally."

Chen Zheng quickly flipped open the top-secret battle report in his hand and pointed to the huge LCD screen on the main control panel.

On the screen, the stock chart of Global Lionsgate, the North American affiliate of Yaosheng Capital, is currently exhibiting an extremely strange and violent fluctuation.

"The X86 ecosystem defense alliance led by J.P. Morgan raised a massive amount of speculative capital of approximately 80 billion US dollars."

"The moment Nasdaq opened yesterday, they dumped our short options on the market like mad dogs!"

Chen Zheng's tone became extremely serious: "Not only that, they also used their media hegemony to spread false negative news about our funding chain breaking in The Wall Street Journal and major financial pages."

"This led to a massive panic sell-off by retail investors. If we hadn't had enough funds to support the market beforehand, our North American stock market positions would have completely collapsed yesterday."

"Eighty billion dollars?"

Lin Yao sat in the boss's chair at the main control panel, reached out and picked up a steaming cup of premium Da Hong Pao tea, and gently blew away the foam on the surface of the water.

Faced with this terrifying figure, enough to terrify any multinational giant, Lin Yao showed no fear on his face, but rather a look of extreme disappointment.

"I flew all the way back, thinking they could put together a two or three hundred billion yuan scheme and have an epic head-on confrontation with me."

Lin Yao shook his head, took a sip of tea, and spoke with an air of arrogance that suggested he was living in a superior position.

"The mighty Wall Street, with dozens of giants joining forces, only managed to scrape together 80 billion. These bloodsuckers are getting more and more degenerate. With this little ammunition, they dare to put on some kind of financial strangulation formation in front of me?"

Chen Zheng adjusted his glasses and cautiously reminded him, "Boss, 80 billion US dollars is a destructive force that should not be underestimated."

"Although we have plenty of cash on hand, if we try to dump the shares head-on, we could easily get bogged down in a war of attrition set up by the other side."

"A war of attrition? Who said I was going to wage a war of attrition against them?"

Lin Yao slammed the teacup down on the table, his eyes suddenly flashing with an extreme greed and bloodlust that seemed capable of devouring the entire Wall Street.

"Old Chen, remember, we are hunters. The most foolish thing a hunter can do when facing a crazed wild boar is to try to outmuscle it."

Lin Yao stood up, walked to the huge K-line screen, stretched out his slender fingers, and slowly slid them down along the violently fluctuating green downward curve.

"Those people on Wall Street are all extremely arrogant white supremacists. They think they can crush my bones with 80 billion."

"Then let's play along and put on a good show for them."

Lin Yao turned around, his gaze sweeping across the hundred top traders in the room with lightning speed.

"Everyone, listen up!"

Lin Yao's voice was deep and domineering, instantly silencing the entire trading hall.

"From the opening of the market today, we are not allowed to launch any strong market support counterattacks in the face of short selling and dumping by Wall Street."

"If they place a short order for ten million, we slowly take on five million; if they place an order for one hundred million, we slowly take on twenty million."

"What kind of image do I want you to project? I want you to project the illusion that Yaosheng Capital's cash flow has been driven to the brink of collapse and that it is struggling to survive."

These words shocked everyone present.

Even Chen Zheng was stunned: "Boss... if we show weakness, Lionsgate's stock price will plummet, and our paper losses will be astronomical. The risk is too great!"

"Paid-up losses are nothing!"

Lin Yao interrupted Chen Zheng's words in an extremely rude manner, his smile more ferocious than that of a demon from hell.

"What I want is for the stock price to plummet. What I want is for old Morgan and Andy's bunch of idiots to think they're about to win."

"When people are about to win, greed completely blinds their reason. They will frantically increase leverage and bet their last penny on the betting platform, trying to swallow me whole."

Lin Yao placed his hands on the main control panel, his aura as powerful as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

"I want to set up a super-high-profile scam in the history of human finance in Nasdaq, the absolute heart of global capital."

"When they pour all 80 billion US dollars, plus leveraged funds a hundredfold, into this deep well of ours, when they drive Lionsgate's stock price down to the very core of the earth..."

Lin Yao raised his right hand and clenched his fist tightly, as if he were to crush the lifeline of Wall Street in an instant!

"I'll just close the door, unleash the dogs, and use our ultimate trump card to annihilate their entire 80 billion dollars, skin and bones, into dust!"

"Now, three minutes to go, get ready to open the market and let those foreigners have a taste of success first."