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

Across the ocean, in Manhattan, New York.

Elegant classical symphonic music resonates in the luxurious top-floor office of the Quantum Fund headquarters.

George William leaned back on an expensive leather sofa.

He swirled the Laurent-Perrier champagne in his wine glass with one hand, his eyes fixed on the huge Bloomberg terminal screen on the wall.

On the screen, several concept stocks representing the Lingxiao Consortium's overseas supply chain are marked with glaring red lines.

In the US stock market, the red line represents a sharp drop.

"Gentlemen, let's raise a glass to our Chinese friends."

George raised his glass and grinned at the bigwigs from several top Wall Street investment banks in the office.

"That Chinese man named Yan Qingfeng is just a lucky country bumpkin."

He took a sip of champagne, his blue eyes filled with haughty arrogance.

"Think you can dominate the world just by developing some new technologies? The real economy is a bottomless pit that devours people without spitting out their bones."

A Goldman Sachs executive, cigar in hand, fawned over him.

"That's right. I heard he was frantically acquiring land and building mega-factories in Handong, and his cash flow has long been depleted."

"The Lingxiao Consortium is now nothing more than a paper tiger, all show and no substance."

George snorted and slammed his glass down on the crystal table.

"I'm going to spend three days draining him of every last drop of blood!"

He turned to look at the hundreds of traders frantically busy outside the glass wall and suddenly waved his hand.

"Smash those two hundred billion dollars in short positions!"

"Let him know who really calls the shots on Wall Street!"

The instruction has been issued.

Wall Street, that terrifying financial meat grinder, instantly went into full operation.

at the same time.

The shocking revelations broke simultaneously on Twitter, Facebook, and even the Wall Street Journal's headlines.

Shocking! Lingxiao solid-state battery test data falsified, with a fatal spontaneous combustion defect!

The Handong Scam: Yan Qingfeng's Ponzi scheme has completely collapsed!

Spreading rumors costs nothing.

The two-pronged approach of information warfare and financial warfare is being employed simultaneously.

A massive wave of short selling, like a tsunami, crashed into Lingxiao's overseas territory without any suspense.

The news reached China late at night in Handong.

The No. 1 conference room in the provincial party committee compound was filled with so much smoke that it could choke a person.

Sha Ruijin slammed his hand on the urgent briefing on the table, his face grim.

"Look! Look, everyone! This is the God of Wealth you've all created!"

He pointed at Li Dakang, who was sitting at the lower end of the table, his fingers trembling with anger.

"Due to the smear campaign from external sources, our Handong sector will definitely see a complete plunge to the daily limit down as soon as the domestic A-share market opens tomorrow!"

"Li Dakang, you insisted on selling the highway to him yesterday! Now Wall Street has cut off his funding!"

Sha Ruijin grabbed the teacup, then slammed it down, splashing water all over the table.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a raging tiger.

"If Yan Qingfeng collapses, the entire province's economy will be ruined. Let's both jump into the Yangtze River!"

The entire conference room was deathly silent.

Those Standing Committee members who raised their hands in approval along with Li Dakang yesterday are now all burying their heads in the sand like ostriches.

Li Dakang hunched his shoulders, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He wiped his face haphazardly with a tissue, stubbornly refusing to back down.

"Secretary Sha, President Yan isn't the kind of person who lacks confidence; we need to stay calm."

Even as he said this, Li Dakang's hands, which were resting on his knees, trembled like leaves.

He wasn't sure either.

That was a coordinated attack by Wall Street, costing hundreds of billions of dollars.

Looking across the country, which private enterprise could withstand such a nuclear-level attack?

"Stabilize? What are you going to use to stabilize!" Sha Ruijin kicked the chair leg.

"Go, call Yan Qingfeng right now! Ask him if he still has any money left to bail out the market!"

The world has been turned upside down, and panic has spread across half the globe.

But at this very moment, in the core trading room on the 68th floor of the Lingxiao Building.

The atmosphere, however, was unusually quiet.

There was no chaos like in the provincial government compound, nor the frantic shouting like on Wall Street.

Hundreds of top traders sat in front of their computers.

Apart from the crisp sound of fingertips tapping on the keyboard, not even a cough could be heard.

The stock price on the big screen was still plummeting, and the market was a sea of ​​red.

Watching their company's stock being frantically sold off, these traders showed not a trace of panic on their faces.

Instead, their eyes were filled with fervor, like hungry wolves drooling over a flock of sheep.

Yan Qingfeng sat on the leather sofa in the center of the trading room, his legs casually crossed.

He held a Cuban cigar between his fingers, and the bluish-gray smoke rose slowly.

It's like the billions of dollars in market value evaporating on the screen are just a few pieces of waste paper used to start a fire.

Su Jianxin walked over with a cup of black coffee and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Master Yan, George William has revealed all his cards."

He stared at the screen, a sneer of a refined scoundrel curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Two hundred billion US dollars in short positions have entered the market, driving our stock price down to an all-time low."

Su Jianxin took a sip of coffee, his eyes revealing an barely suppressed bloodthirsty excitement.

"The external media are also cooperating very well; now the entire internet is waiting for our bankruptcy liquidation."

Yan Qingfeng flicked his cigar.

The grayish-white cigarette ash fell precisely into the crystal ashtray.

"Are those foreign devils getting ready to pop the champagne now?"

He raised his head, his deep eyes flashing with a chilling light.

Su Jianxin glanced at his watch and nodded.

"Nasdaq will close in ten minutes."

"According to the habits of those people on Wall Street, George should be doing one last dump to reap the profits now."

Su Jianxin reached out and unbuttoned his suit jacket, his breathing becoming heavier.

"If we don't respond, our overseas affiliates will be forcibly liquidated tomorrow."

"Close the position?"

Yan Qingfeng chuckled softly and stood up.

He slowly walked to the huge electronic screen.

He didn't even flinch at the sight of the screen filled with glaring red drops in value.

"This foreigner knows the rules; he knows to drive down the price for us so we can buy at the bottom."

He turned around and casually stubbed out the half-smoked cigar in the ashtray.

Mars was completely crushed.

Yan Qingfeng straightened the cuffs of his suit jacket, his movements slow and deliberate.

The key traders around him all stopped what they were doing and stared intently at him.

Everyone knew that the terrifying financial behemoth lurking in Handong was about to be unleashed.

"Old Su, now that the net is tightened, don't keep the customers waiting."

Yan Qingfeng patted Su Jianxin on the shoulder, looking at the situation on the screen that was about to turn around.

A mocking smile played on his lips as he casually uttered four words.

"Open the sluice gates and release the water."