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

"Snapped!"

The bone china coffee cup shattered on the marble, scattering brown liquid all over the floor.

Zhong Xiaoai suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

Her haughty face instantly contorted, her features contorted with terror.

"Support the market! Use your household liquid funds to prop up the market!"

She screamed hysterically into the phone, like a shrew who had lost a fight.

"Report them to the China Securities Regulatory Commission immediately for malicious short selling! Suspend their licenses!"

Old Wei on the other end of the phone looked miserable and scrambled off to make the arrangements.

In the Zhong family's secret underground trading room in Beijing's CBD.

The keyboard clicks created a chaotic mess, and the air was thick with the sour smell of fermenting sweat.

Chief trader Lao K stared intently at the screen, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

"K-bro, we can't hold on! The sell orders from above are terrifying!"

Old K gritted his teeth, his hands flying across the keyboard.

"Investigate! Trace the IP address of the funds on the other side of the network!"

He wiped the sweat from his eyes, his voice incredibly loud.

"As long as we have evidence of their illegal financial activities, the China Securities Regulatory Commission (CSRC) can step in and shut them down!"

Several technicians started hammering away.

Two minutes later, the technical supervisor slumped into his chair, his face ashen.

"Brother K, we can't find anything. All the funds on the other side have been laundered through hundreds of offshore shell companies."

The technical supervisor swallowed hard, his voice trembling like a tractor.

"They're using the legitimate channels of the Shanghai-Hong Kong Stock Connect; their funds are completely legitimate!"

"The China Securities Regulatory Commission didn't even issue a warning; it was all perfectly legal and compliant market behavior!"

Old K's vision went black, and he almost collapsed onto the keyboard.

Without finding any flaws or empirical evidence, this is pure capitalist exploitation!

"Mr. Zhong, there's really no technical solution."

Old K picked up the internal phone, his voice filled with deep despair.

"Their computing power is ten thousand times stronger than ours. Our meager investment won't even make a dent!"

In the villa in Xishan, Zhong Xiaoai listened to Lao K's report and was so angry that she overturned the mahogany coffee table to the ground.

"Useless! A bunch of high-paid slackers!"

Hou Liangping huddled in the corner, watching his wife go crazy, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"You want to devour the Zhong family? Yan Qingfeng, you're still too green!"

Zhong Xiaoai's eyes were bloodshot, and she roared through gritted teeth.

How much readily available cash flow is in the account?

Old K trembled slightly on the other end of the phone.

"Including all available bridge loans, we can raise 20 billion. Mr. Zhong, this is our last bit of liquid cash!"

"Smash it all in!"

Zhong Xiaoai ripped open the collar of her bathrobe, like a completely deranged gambler.

"Concentrate your firepower on Great Wall Heavy Industry! Break the limit-down price!"

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her flesh, drawing blood.

"As long as we can push the price up from the bottom to the top, retail investors' confidence will return. I'll make sure that bastard surnamed Yan dies a horrible death!"

Two hundred billion yuan in real money.

With the Zhong family's resolute determination to burn their bridges, they instantly flooded into the A-share market.

On the chart, the lifeless green candlestick finally showed a slight movement.

A faint red line, like a dying electrocardiogram, struggled to rise slightly amidst a sea of ​​blocked orders.

The underground data center of Lingxiao Building in Handong.

Su Jianxin, holding an iced latte, leaned back in the boss's chair with an air of nonchalance.

The barely perceptible red dot on the screen instantly caught his eye.

"Mr. Su, the other side is getting desperate. They've detected a massive 20 billion yuan in funds buying up stocks, trying to pry things up."

The trader turned his head, his tone carrying a hint of cat-and-mouse humor.

Su Jianxin pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and a cold, smirking smile spread across his lips.

"Two hundred billion?"

He gave a dismissive snort and placed the coffee cup in his hand on the control panel.

"I thought the wealthy families in the capital had a lot of resources, but they just pulled out this little bit of loose change?"

Su Jianxin leaned down, his hands braced on the table, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty fervor.

"Trying to steal Master Yan's business with this little bit of money? Are you feeding your dogs?"

He straightened up and slowly adjusted his burgundy suit and tie.

"Guys, let's stop playing hide-and-seek with them. Let's get the main course."

The traders perked up, their fingers hovering over the keyboard.

"Convert all those tens of billions of dollars we siphoned off from Wall Street into RMB."

Su Jianxin's tone was as relaxed as if he were ordering a steak at a restaurant.

"Smash them like Mount Tai crashing down, crushing their foundation in an instant!"

Tens of billions of US dollars translate to hundreds of billions of RMB in selling pressure!

Most importantly, this money has undergone compliant overseas exchange and is a veritable compliant behemoth in the domestic capital pool.

No one could find a single fault with it.

"Understood! Maximum power output for 'Whale Fall' protocol!"

The trader pressed the Enter key heavily.

The AI ​​quantum system instantly cut hundreds of billions of dollars in sell orders into countless small pieces.

Like an impenetrable rain of steel, it crashed down on the A-share main board.

The Zhong family trading room in the capital.

Old K was staring at the barely raised red line when the breath he had just managed to exhale suddenly caught in his throat.

"boom!"

On the big screen, a waterfall of data, so exaggerated that the number of digits was impossible to read, cascaded down.

The Zhong family's 20 billion yuan bailout funds suffered a devastating blow in that instant.

There was no resistance, no back-and-forth struggle.

Not even a tiny ripple was stirred up.

The red thread that symbolized the Zhong family's last hope was instantly crushed by hundreds of billions of sell orders, crashing directly into the ground.

The candlestick chart has turned back into a straight green bar.

It was firmly and completely welded to the limit-down board, remaining completely still.

The number of sell orders piled up on the order book was so large that it made one's scalp tingle just by looking at it.

Old K's legs went weak, and he fell to the ground along with the chair, his crotch instantly getting soaked.

He knew that the Zhong family was finished.

The chassis was completely destroyed; there's no way he can ever recover.

The villa in Xishan was deathly silent.

Zhong Xiaoai stared intently at the large TV screen hanging on the wall, her whole body trembling like a sieve.

Two hundred billion, gone just like that? Didn't even last a minute?

Hou Liangping huddled in the corner, looking at his wife's pale face, and swallowed hard.

For the first time, he truly felt it.

That man far away in Handong is truly an invincible monster.

The red landline on the table rang, its shrill ringtone sounding like a death knell.

Zhong Xiaoai stiffly picked up the receiver like a puppet on a string.

On the other end of the phone, Lao Wei's voice no longer sounded like that of a living person; it had a hollow quality, as if he were dying.

"Mr. Zhong... has lost everything. All of our family's stocks are completely locked at the daily limit down."

Old Wei burst into tears on the other end of the phone.

"The bank will come knocking on our door tomorrow morning to withdraw the loan. Our Zhong family... is bankrupt."

The receiver slipped from Zhong Xiaoai's hand and slammed onto the floor with a "thud".

She slumped onto the sofa, her hair disheveled, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Hou Liangping scrambled over and grabbed his wife's icy hand.

"Xiao Ai! We still have connections! Don't just stand there!"

Hou Liangping's voice trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and his eyes flashed with the madness of a final struggle.

"Call Wei Zixuan right now! He's one of the top heirs in Beijing, with hundreds of billions in private equity funds under his control! If he's willing to step in, there's still hope for the Zhong family!"