Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

Eight basement floors of Lingxiao Building, Handong Province.

This is the heart of the entire conglomerate—the super data center.

The air conditioning was on full blast, and there was even a faint smell of bone scraps.

Hundreds of rows of black server racks were lined up, with cooling fans emitting a low hum.

In the very center, 120 borderless curved screens are pieced together to form a circular data wall.

The blinding blue fluorescent light cast a soft glow on Su Jianxin's face.

He was wearing that flashy burgundy suit.

The gold-rimmed glasses on his nose reflected a cold light, and a bloodthirsty excitement flickered in his eyes.

"Mr. Su, there are three minutes left before the A-share opening auction ends."

The chief trader stared at the screen, his fingers hovering above the keyboard, his palms sweaty.

Su Jianxin held a glass of iced Americano, took a big sip through the straw.

"Are all those hackers on the overseas dark web awake yet?"

"I woke up a long time ago, just waiting for you to smash the cup." The trader tapped the enter key twice.

"The IP pool of hundreds of thousands of botnet accounts has been completely switched to domestic locations; the post was written a long time ago."

Su Jianxin tugged at his tightly bound tie, a sly, roguish smile spreading across his face.

"Then let's stop hiding it and give the retail investors in the A-share market a taste of their own medicine."

He tapped his knuckles heavily on the table, making a "thud" sound.

"Put the ingredients in!"

At the command, an invisible torrent of data instantly flooded into the domestic network.

The comment sections of Eastmoney.com, major stock forums, and even Weibo's financial influencers were instantly flooded with messages.

Tens of thousands of online troll accounts posted simultaneously.

The headlines were increasingly sensational, practically tearing the sky apart.

Exclusive Exposure: Great Wall Heavy Industry's Three-Year Financial Reports Constituted Fraud, Inflating Profits by 20 Billion Yuan!

The Chung Family's Front Company Exposed: Tianxing Infrastructure's Dual Contracts Revealed!

The post contains not only extensive and in-depth analysis.

It also included a high-resolution, uncensored image.

Genuine internal transaction records of Great Wall Heavy Industry and screenshots of the CFO's private account transfers.

Even the profit-sharing ratios of the Zhong family's powerful uncles were clearly posted.

It's a mix of truth and falsehood, with meticulous attention to detail.

Even if the China Securities Regulatory Commission turns the archives upside down, it won't be able to tell which sentences are fabricated in a short time.

The stock forums were instantly in an uproar.

The panic among retail investors spread rapidly, like a virulent plague.

"Holy crap! Is this for real? I just went all in yesterday!"

"They have all the transaction records, even the official seal. This is definitely going to be a bombshell, guys!"

"Run! Anyone who doesn't run when the market opens today is a coward!"

Panic selling sentiment was pushed to a boiling point before the market even opened.

9:30 a.m.

The A-share market opened on time.

The stock price of Great Wall Heavy Industry opened five points lower.

But this is just a cold appetizer.

Su Jianxin casually tossed the empty coffee cup onto the ground.

With a "smash," ice cubes scattered all over the floor.

"Activate the 'Whale Fall' protocol."

He stared intently at the big screen, his voice like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Let's dump all the 10 billion we've been holding onto!"

"Mr. Su, should we ship in batches to cover it up, or...?"

"Divide it up my ass!"

Su Jianxin slammed his hand on the control panel, his eyes contorted in a frightening manner.

"Let AI take over the interface, regardless of cost, put it on the market price list, and dump it at rock bottom!"

The alarm lights in the underground data center flashed a dark blue light instantly.

That billion-dollar "AI quantum-level quantitative trading system" has finally revealed its true colors.

A human trader can only type a few keys per second at most.

But this machine can place 30,000 high-frequency sell orders per second!

The numbers on the screen jumped wildly, so fast that they became green afterimages.

Hundreds of shell accounts, laundered through multiple overseas channels, are simultaneously releasing chips overseas.

That's not selling stocks at all.

That was a brutal financial massacre!

On the candlestick chart of Great Wall Heavy Industry, the red line representing the stock price was still stubbornly holding on.

Suddenly, a frighteningly thick green pillar rose from the ground.

That line looked like someone had chopped off its neck.

It presents a horrific 90-degree vertical dive in a posture that defies the common sense of physics!

"It's fallen! It's broken through the first support level!"

The trader was yelling himself hoarse, "Retail investors are panicking and selling off!"

The sell orders on the market were growing larger and larger like an avalanche.

The major players the Zhong family had spent a fortune cultivating to support the market didn't even have time to react.

They had tens of thousands of buy orders hanging on the tray below.

The AI ​​system devoured everything in a mere 0.01 seconds, leaving not a trace.

9:37.

Great Wall Heavy Industry stock hit its daily limit down.

9:39.

Jinghua Road & Bridge stock hit its daily limit down.

The market opened just ten minutes ago.

The Chung family's seven core stocks in the country all suffered heavy losses.

There are millions of dead orders pinned on the limit-down board.

Like insurmountable mountains, they pressed the Zhong family's lifeline firmly into the mud.

Su Jianxin took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the lenses.

He looked at the seven straight green lines lying on the ground and sneered.

"He died already?"

He threw the handkerchief on the ground and stomped on it hard with his leather shoe.

"Master Yan is right. These bumpkins in the capital are just using their power to intimidate people."

"Once they enter the slaughterhouse of capital, they won't even know how to cry out."

The camera cuts back to Beijing, to the Zhong family villa on the West Second Ring Road.

The high-ceilinged, luxurious living room is bathed in sunlight.

Zhong Xiaoai, dressed in a high-end silk loungewear, lazily sank into an imported Italian sofa.

She was holding a cup of freshly ground Blue Mountain coffee.

The aroma of coffee filled the air, and she was in a rare good mood today.

"Has Old Zhao replied yet?"

Zhong Xiaoai blew on the hot air and glanced sideways at her assistant standing next to her.

The assistant quickly bowed, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Yes, Mr. Zhong. Everything went smoothly."

"Tianjin Customs has kept Lingxiao's goods firmly locked in the bonded warehouse, not even a fly can get out."

The assistant rubbed his hands together, his tone ingratiating.

"Checkpoints have been set up at all the highway exits out of the province, and all of their thousands of tanker trucks are stuck."

Zhong Xiaoai's lips curled into a smug, cold smile.

"Isn't Yan Qingfeng arrogant? Didn't he say that the emperor of Handong is surnamed Yan?"

She took a slow, deliberate sip of her coffee, her eyes filled with disdain.

"I'll see today whether this local tyrant can sprout wings and fly out of Handong."

"Our Zhong family has deep roots; we can cut off their lifeline with just a few notes."

The assistant was fawning over him.

Just as Chung Hsiao-ai was preparing to enjoy this morning tea filled with the taste of victory.

The encrypted landline on the coffee table suddenly rang shrilly.

Zhong Xiaoai frowned slightly, put down her coffee cup, and pressed the speakerphone button.

"Feed".

On the other end of the phone came a series of heavy, rapid breaths.

Immediately following was the family's financial director, Lao Wei, howling with a strong sob in his voice.

"Mr. Zhong! The sky has fallen!"

Old Wei's voice trembled as if he were on a tractor, his throat was split open.

Zhong Xiaoai's face darkened, and her eyebrows furrowed.

"What are you wailing about so early in the morning! Speak clearly and logically!"

"Our company's stock..."

Old Wei sniffed, and the receiver crackled as he slapped his thigh.

"The market crashed within ten minutes of opening!"

Zhong Xiaoai was stunned.

"What did you say went wrong? Our business has always been very stable, hasn't it?"

"Hackers have released irrefutable evidence of our financial fraud online! They even have dual contracts!"

Old Wei was so anxious he almost fainted.

"I don't know where this massive overseas fund came from, it's pouring money in like a mad dog!"

"Mr. Zhong! Our family's seven core stocks..."

Old Wei gasped sharply, each word dripping with blood.

"They were all hammered down at the daily limit by massive short orders! They've lost everything!"

Zhong Xiaoai's hand trembled violently.

"Snapped!"

The expensive bone china coffee cup slipped from her fingers.

It slammed hard onto the marble floor and shattered into pieces.

Scalding hot, dark brown coffee splashed onto her foot.

But she seemed oblivious to the heat, remaining stiff and rigid on the sofa.

Seven stocks? All hit their daily limit down in ten minutes?

How is that possible!

This is the purse the Chung family uses to maintain their vast network of connections!

If the stock market crashes, who among those ruthless white gloves will still work for her?

Zhong Xiaoai's eyes widened, and blood vessels instantly filled the whites of her eyes.

Her haughty face finally revealed a look of terror.

"Mr. Zhong, what should we do?"

Old Wei on the other end of the phone was still wailing in despair.

"Their methods for dumping shares are incredibly sophisticated; they can generate tens of thousands of orders per second!"

Old Wei swallowed hard, as if describing a man-eating monster.

"Even if we emptied the entire Zhong family's coffers and poured them in, we wouldn't even make a ripple!"

"Mr. Zhong, what kind of devil have we messed with?"