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

"Close the net."

Yan Qingfeng gently swirled his wine glass, his tone as casual as if he were arranging tonight's late-night snack.

The Lingxiao Building has eight underground floors, housing a super data center.

Su Jianxin pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a smirk spreading across his face in a suave, roguish smile.

He waited so long for those words that he felt like his bones were rusting.

"Master Yan, your scheme is quite elaborate."

Su Jianxin's fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, producing a series of crisp tapping sounds.

"Even I, the trader, thought you really wanted to destroy the Chung family for the first three days."

"The scraps from the Zhong family are only good enough to fill a tooth gap."

Yan Qingfeng walked to the main control panel and looked at the red line jumping on the screen.

"I went to all this trouble to deliberately show weakness, just waiting for these ignorant young masters in the capital to get what they deserve."

Yan Qingfeng scoffed coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Is this a case of a sovereign wealth fund bringing its own capital into the market?"

He downed the glass of red wine in one gulp.

"150 billion, that's enough to fill the entire conglomerate's overseas vaults."

Su Jianxin suddenly pressed the Enter key.

The screen was filled with leaping red light, which instantly switched to a chilling, icy blue.

"These young masters from Beijing know absolutely nothing about financial operations."

Su Jianxin looked disdainful and pointed to strings of code hidden at the bottom layer on the screen.

"Did you really think we were smashing things up for the past three days?"

He pulled up a virtual chart.

"Tens of thousands of fake accounts are using small amounts of capital to dump shares and create panic."

"While the stock was hitting the daily limit down at the bottom, they were quietly accumulating shares without anyone noticing."

Su Jianxin took a deep breath of the cold air in the data center.

"We now hold a massive amount of leverage, plus the tens of billions of dollars we brought back from Wall Street."

"It's been a nuclear warhead for ages, ready to explode at any moment."

His fingertip hovered over a button with a red skull icon.

It had four small words written on it: Whale Fall Agreement.

"Ultimate Edition, unlocked."

No shipments were made in batches.

There was no back-and-forth probing.

Su Jianxin pressed a button, and tens of thousands of accounts were forcibly woken up within the same millisecond.

They dumped shares directly into the stock market at market prices regardless of cost.

This is not a typical short selling strategy.

This is devastating dumping!

At this moment, in the top-floor luxury suite of the Park Hyatt Beijing.

The deafening bass-heavy dance music made the crystal chandelier sway violently.

Wei Zixuan, with the collar of his haute couture shirt open, had two hot young models in his arms, laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

"See that? What's a national team?"

He held up a half-full glass of champagne and pointed to the 100-inch screen on the wall.

On the screen, all of Zhong's stocks turned red, showing a promising upward trend.

"That bumpkin from Handong, he thinks he can mess with me?"

Wei Zixuan pinched the young model's thigh hard, eliciting a soft cry.

"I could crush his meager cash flow with just a single hair I pluck!"

Zhong Xiaoai sat on the sofa next to her and let out a long sigh of relief.

Her haggard face finally regained its haughty arrogance.

"Young Master Wei, we owe you a great debt of gratitude this time."

Zhong Xiaoai picked up a glass of red wine and clinked it against Wei Zixuan's glass in a flattering gesture.

"Yan Qingfeng's broken quantification machine probably crashed a long time ago."

"Crashing? He's probably crying in bed right now!"

Wei Zixuan burst into unrestrained laughter.

Before the laughter had even subsided, a piercing scream suddenly erupted from the trading table in the corner.

"Young Master Wei! Something's wrong!"

The chief trader sounded as if a ghost had grabbed his neck, his voice split in two.

"A massive amount of short orders suddenly appeared on the trading screen! It's an unprecedented amount!"

Wei Zixuan frowned and cursed impatiently.

"What's the panic! It's just retail investors taking profits and selling off. Give me the money and buy it!"

He pointed at the screen and yelled.

"Don't we have plenty of readily available funds in our accounts?"

"I can't eat anymore, Young Master Wei!"

The trader frantically pounded his fists on the keyboard, tears welling up in his eyes from fear.

"This isn't retail investors! This is a data waterfall!"

The trader was trembling all over, his voice shrill and stern.

"They don't look at the prices when placing orders; they're just dumping them at market prices!"

Wei Zixuan shoved the woman in his arms away and scrambled to the screen.

He took one look and his breath caught in his throat.

on the big screen.

The previously unstoppable red bullish line seemed to have crashed into an invisible steel wall.

Immediately afterwards, a thick, green pillar, so thick it made one's scalp tingle, chopped down like a guillotine!

Ten thousand hands.

500,000 hands.

Eight million hands!

The data waterfall from the Lingxiao Consortium, with its overwhelming and devastating force, was frantically devouring Wei Zixuan's pledged funds.

"Stop them! Stop them right now!"

Wei Zixuan's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, and he gripped the edge of the worktable tightly with both hands.

"It's unstoppable! The money's disappearing too fast!"

The trader clutched his head in despair, too disheartened to even type.

The 150 billion yuan bailout funds evaporated at a visible speed on the screen.

three minutes.

In less than three minutes!

The green line broke through the moving average and the opening price without any resistance.

Like a meteorite, it plunged headfirst into the abyss of a stock hitting its daily limit down.

It was welded shut, with no possibility of it moving at all.

The market fell into complete silence.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing system alarm sounded abruptly in the private room.

[Warning: Sovereign wealth fund account has insufficient margin.]

[Forced liquidation procedure triggered!]

The mechanical female voice became the most terrifying death knell in this luxurious private room.

Wei Zixuan stood frozen in place.

He held the champagne glass aloft, his whole being like a lifeless stone sculpture.

"Snapped!"

The wine glass slipped from his fingers and shattered on the marble floor.

Broken glass mixed with golden liquor splashed all over his trouser leg.

He didn't even flinch.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the messy floor with a thud.

"Young Master Wei... all our money has been forcibly seized."

The trader collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

Zhong Xiaoai was stunned. She covered her mouth tightly and slumped on the sofa, not daring to utter a single fart.

It’s over.

This time it's really over.

Even the national team from Beijing suffered a crushing defeat!

Wei Zixuan's whole body began to tremble violently, like a sieve.

The arrogance that had been so condescending before was gone from his eyes.

Instead, there is a fear that comes from the depths of one's soul.

This 150 billion doesn't just belong to the Wei family!

A large portion of it was put together by a few hidden bigwigs in Beijing, who then put him in charge!

The money vanished without a trace; those old bastards could tear him apart alive!

The secure phone on the desktop suddenly started vibrating like a death knell.

On the caller ID, several names flashed that sent chills down Wei Zixuan's spine.

"Young Master Wei, it's Old Master Li on the phone... Should we answer it?"

The assistant, hiding behind the sofa, was so frightened that he stammered and cautiously handed over the phone.

Wei Zixuan grabbed his assistant by the collar, his eyes filled with a deathly madness.

"Catch it my ass! If I do, I'll die right now!"

He flung his assistant aside and stumbled toward the door of the private room, his voice filled with the panic of being driven to a dead end.

"Prepare the plane! Head to Handong immediately!"

"Even if I have to kneel down and kowtow, I'll make that living devil spit out the money!"