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

"Open the sluice gates and release the water."

Yan Qingfeng's four light words were like a spark thrown directly into a powder keg full of explosives.

The Lingxiao Trading Room, which had been quiet and tense all day, suddenly erupted in excitement.

Hundreds of top traders, like hungry wolves hearing a bugle call, had their eyes gleaming.

"Open the floodgates! Buy everything!"

Su Jianxin burst into a chilling, maniacal laugh.

He loosened his tie, revealing a bloodthirsty madness in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

This financial beast, who usually acts refined, was furiously typing away on the keyboard with his hands as if he were playing the piano.

"Wall Street scum, welcome to Master Yan's slaughterhouse!"

The numbers on the big screen started jumping wildly in an instant.

The previously bright red limit-down line suddenly stopped.

It's like a high-speed train being forcefully stopped by an unseen giant hand.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying amount of unfathomable funds poured into the market with overwhelming force.

10 billion! 50 billion! 200 billion!

At this moment, money becomes the cheapest string of numbers.

Wall Street just released a massive short order, which hasn't even settled on the trading screen yet.

With a "whoosh," it was gone.

Before it even made a splash, it was swallowed whole by Ling Xiao's account.

"President Su, they've landed another deal worth 50 billion US dollars!"

A trader's hands flew across the keyboard, leaving afterimages, his voice cracking with excitement.

Su Jianxin picked up the glass of ice-cold black coffee and gulped it down.

"Eat! Eat your fill!"

He waved his hand dismissively, laughing like a ruthless bandit about to rob a bank, "If they dare to place an order, we'll take it all!"

This is not a financial defense war at all.

This is a one-sided short squeeze massacre!

In the US stock market, the gains were mixed, with some stocks rising and others falling.

The candlestick chart on the big screen turned from red to green in just two minutes.

Then, as if it had taken ten pounds of stimulants, a huge green sun line stretched out at a 90-degree angle, soaring straight into the sky!

Meanwhile, across the ocean, in Manhattan, New York, at the headquarters of the Quantum Fund.

The symphony was still playing gracefully in the office.

George William hadn't even swallowed his champagne when his gaze was fixed on the Bloomberg terminal screen.

"Clatter".

An expensive wine glass fell onto the carpet, spilling costly wine all over the floor.

George's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his face showing an expression of utter disbelief.

"Fuck! What's going on? Has the Bloomberg terminal crashed?!"

He pointed to the green line on the screen that was shooting upwards like a rocket, his voice trembling.

"Why is Lingxiao's stock price rising? What happened to our 200 billion short positions? Did they get eaten by a dog?!"

Outside the office, hundreds of Wall Street traders were in complete chaos.

"Boss! We've been targeted! A massive, unexplained fund is going on a buying spree!"

The chief trader, pale-faced, stormed into the office without even knocking.

"They not only swallowed up our short positions, but also all the retail investor positions circulating in the market!"

The trader wiped the cold sweat from his brow. "They're forcibly driving up the stock price; they're trying to squeeze us out!"

Short squeeze: the most brutal form of slaughter in the financial world.

Short sellers borrow shares to sell, hoping to buy them back and repay the debt when the share price falls.

However, once the stock price is violently driven up by huge sums of money, short sellers must spend several times or even dozens of times more to buy back the stock at a high price to close their positions.

Can't buy it back? Then wait until you lose everything and your account is wiped out!

George William felt his head buzzing.

"That's impossible! Where did that Chinese kid surnamed Yan get so much cash?"

He slammed his hand on the desk and roared towards the door.

"Smash it! Pour all 100 billion US dollars from the reserve fund pool into it! Smash the stock price down!"

"No way, Boss!"

The trader was on the verge of tears; his voice was trembling.

"That 100 billion was just thrown in, and it didn't even last five seconds before they wiped it all out!"

George shuddered and froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the screen.

The increase was 50%.

The increase was 100%.

The increase is 300%!

In just ten minutes, the stock price of Lingxiao Consortium's overseas concept stocks was violently boosted by a full three times!

That green candlestick chart was like a blood-dripping dagger held directly to the neck of Wall Street.

"Warning! Insufficient margin balance, facing the risk of liquidation!"

In the back-end system of the Quantum Fund, glaring red lights flashed wildly, and alarms blared throughout the entire floor.

Those Wall Street tycoons who were just moments ago sipping their drinks and watching the spectacle were now completely flustered.

"George! Didn't you say he was facing a cash flow crisis?!"

A Goldman Sachs executive grabbed George by the collar, spitting in his face in anger.

"You idiot! All our existing positions are about to be liquidated! Quickly replenish your margin!"

"Repair? What will you use to repair it!"

George flung the man's hand away and slumped onto the sofa like a deflated balloon.

His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his eyes were bloodshot with despair.

The Lingxiao Consortium's capital pool is as deep as a black hole.

No matter how much money they put in, they don't even hear a response.

"Investigate! Investigate it now!"

George suddenly raised his head and roared like a gambler who had lost everything.

"Use all available connections to investigate Yan Qingfeng's account details!"

He is not willing!

The Lingxiao Consortium is acquiring land like crazy in Handong, and building super factories everywhere.

Even if Yan Qingfeng were a money-printing machine, he couldn't possibly come up with trillions of yuan in cash flow to save the market in a short period of time!

The entire intelligence department was thrown into chaos instantly.

The international calls overwhelmed all financial regulatory agencies.

A few minutes later.

A blond, blue-eyed data analyst stumbled into the office.

He held in his hand a newly deciphered top-secret financial flow chart.

"Have you found out? Which bank lent him the money?"

George lunged forward, grabbing the analyst's shoulders tightly, his fingers almost digging into the man's flesh.

"Impossible! He just spent hundreds of billions building factories, how could he possibly have trillions in cash in his account!"

The analyst was so dazzled that his eyes rolled back and his face turned pale.

He stared at the chilling report in his hand, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"Boss... it wasn't borrowed, and there was no foreign capital involved."

The analyst swallowed hard, his trembling voice revealing a deep fear.

"They...they used the money of the entire population of Handong Province!"