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

"Strangle me?"

Yan Qingfeng took the top-secret report from Zhou Yuan and casually flipped through two pages.

This short-selling ultimatum, which would have terrified any multinational giant, was crumpled up like a piece of waste paper by him.

"Clatter."

The crumpled paper was precisely tossed into the trash can at his feet.

"Mr. Yan, that's a business worth hundreds of billions of US dollars!"

Zhou Yuan was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together, and sweat was pouring down his forehead.

"That old bastard George Williams has really gone all out this time, even dragging in several of Wall Street's major investment banks!"

Yan Qingfeng leaned back in his leather chair, his fingertips tapping out a crisp rhythm on the mahogany table.

"In my territory, even a dragon crossing the river has to coil up before me."

He glanced at Zhou Yuan, his eyes icy cold.

"What's the panic? Notify all core executives that there will be a meeting in ten minutes."

Outside the No. 1 conference room on the top floor of Lingxiao Building.

The heavy oak double doors were tightly shut, and two towering black-clad bodyguards stood at the entrance.

Several middle-aged men in suits sat side by side on the leather sofas on both sides of the corridor.

Old Zhao from the Transportation Department, Old Li from the Development and Reform Commission, and Old Wang from the Finance Department.

These top officials, who used to swagger around the provincial party committee compound in Handong, were now as anxious as interns waiting for an interview.

Old Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and quietly nudged Old Li next to him.

"Director Li, do you think Master Yan will be able to see us today?"

"The contractors below me are frantically pressing me for the road administration approval documents."

Old Li gripped his briefcase tightly, lowered his voice, and didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

"Wait! We'll have to wait until tomorrow morning!"

"What good is the province's approval? Right now in Jingzhou, without Ling Xiao's approval, not even a single brick can be brought in!"

Old Wang from the Finance Department next door sighed with a wry smile.

"Old Chen slammed his fist on the table at the Standing Committee meeting yesterday, and today he's been demoted to a sinecure."

"We're just working for the Lingxiao Consortium right now. The real Development and Reform Commission of Handong is behind this door."

The group exchanged glances, each seeing a deep sense of awe in the other's eyes.

The sky over Handong used to be like that of Sha Ruijin.

Now, the sky is completely under the Yan family's control.

Inside the oak door.

There were no lengthy opening remarks in the meeting room, nor any polite formalities such as serving tea or water.

Yan Qingfeng sat imposingly at the head of the oval conference table.

On the left and right sides sat twelve core executives of the Lingxiao Consortium, each sitting upright and formally.

On a giant screen that occupies an entire wall, red and green candlestick charts of overseas stock markets flash.

"Tell me, what do those Wall Street bastards want to do?"

Yan Qingfeng took a cigarette from the silver cigarette case and put it in his mouth.

With a "click," a ghostly blue flame lit up, illuminating his sharply defined profile.

Chief Financial Officer Su Jianxin stood up and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

He wore a well-tailored black suit; beneath his refined, scoundrel exterior lurked a venomous snake that devoured people without spitting out the bones.

"Master Yan, George William's methods are old-fashioned, but he has a huge appetite."

Su Jianxin quickly swiped his finger across the tablet twice.

The large screen then switched to display a complex global equity structure diagram.

"He seized upon the fact that Lingxiao was not listed as a whole and directly sought a breakthrough in overseas capital markets."

Su Jianxin picked up the laser pointer and drew circles on several red dots on the screen.

"He discovered that we had hundreds of secret acquisitions in Europe and North America."

"Now, he has joined forces with six major investment banks to focus their firepower on shorting our affiliated companies on Nasdaq."

The vice president in charge of overseas business next to him suddenly slapped his thigh, his face full of anger.

"Those damn foreign devils! They always pick on our weaknesses!"

"We've been so focused on acquiring land and building super factories these past few days that we've expanded too much."

"He thinks we've drained our cash flow and wants to take advantage of the situation to cut off our funding chain!"

"Old Su, how much money do we need to stabilize the market?"

Yan Qingfeng exhaled a bluish-white smoke ring, his tone as calm as if he were asking what he wanted for lunch.

Su Jianxin interlaced his fingers and rested his elbows on the table.

"According to preliminary calculations, we need to absorb all their sell orders before the market opens and withstand this wave of selling pressure."

He paused for a second, then uttered an astronomical figure.

"At least 300 billion in cash flow is needed. That's the minimum standard."

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

Three hundred billion! And it's all real cash!

This isn't just a valuation on paper; it's real money that can be deposited into your account at any time.

If this were held in the provincial party committee compound, the approval process and coordination meetings alone would take at least half a year of wrangling and disputes.

But on the 100th floor of the Sky Tower, there exists a set of violent rules belonging to the conglomerates.

"Finance Department." Yan Qingfeng casually pointed to his right, his hand holding a cigarette.

"Here!" The CFO stood ramrod straight, like a spring.

"Within five minutes, 500 billion yuan was allocated and transferred entirely to Lao Su's overseas trading account."

Yan Qingfeng's voice echoed in the hall, carrying an undeniable domineering air.

"Tell the people below that they don't need to follow the procedures; I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

"clear!"

Without a second's hesitation, the CFO immediately sat down, opened the encrypted laptop, and his fingers left afterimages on the keyboard.

The efficiency is so high it's mind-boggling.

Without arguments or wrangling, in a single sentence, 500 billion yuan was immediately in place.

Even Zhou Yuan, who was standing behind Yan Qingfeng taking notes, felt his heart race.

What does it mean to cover up the sky with one hand? This is what it means to cover up the sky with one hand!

After the fund allocation instruction is issued.

The vice president in charge of infrastructure wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and spoke cautiously.

"Master Yan, if 500 billion is withdrawn directly, the funding pool for the second phase of our Jingzhou Super Factory project will be completely depleted."

He flipped through the thick report in his hand, his voice filled with unresolved worry.

"Although Sha Ruijin doesn't dare to say a word, those contractors who advance the funds only care about money."

"If the project stalls, Lincheng will definitely use it as an excuse to cause trouble."

Another executive echoed this sentiment, his brows furrowed into a deep knot.

"Yes, Master Yan, we've spread our resources too far."

"Just building that 50-year-old driverless highway is a bottomless pit of money being burned every day."

"George Williams knew we were investing in heavy assets, which is why he dared to short us so aggressively."

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly became somewhat heavy.

All eyes were on the man in the main seat.

Yan Qingfeng remained silent.

He slowly stubbed out the cigarette butt, which was almost burned down to the spongy part of the cigarette, in the crystal ashtray.

The Mars was crushed bit by bit and extinguished completely.

Yan Qingfeng suddenly chuckled softly.

Laughter echoed in the spacious conference room, carrying a chilling and contemptuous undertone that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Those self-righteous vampires on Wall Street think they're doing a pretty good job."

Yan Qingfeng braced his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, and swept his gaze aggressively over the executives present.

Finally, his gaze fell on Su Jianxin.

"Old Su, they think we've emptied our coffers by building factories and roads."

An arrogant glint flashed in Yan Qingfeng's eyes.

"Tell them just how deep our Lingxiao blood bank really is!"

Su Jianxin slowly stood up.

He straightened his sharp suit and tie, a bloodthirsty glint flashing behind his glasses.

This financial beast in a suit slowly curled a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Master Yan, the net is ready, we're just waiting for these foreign devils to jump in."