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

The CFO, like a catfish out of water, clung desperately to the expensive handmade carpet.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

The tablet computer, which I was clutching tightly in my hand, was as hot as a freshly baked hot iron from running at full capacity for so long.

"Mr. George! Nasdaq has gone mad!"

The finance officer's face was covered in tears and snot, and he wailed in a hoarse voice.

"As soon as the market opened, hundreds of unknown accounts colluded and dumped our shares relentlessly!"

George's fake smile froze instantly, and the champagne glass he was holding remained suspended in mid-air.

He grabbed the CFO by the collar of his bespoke coat and pulled him up like a chick.

"What are you doing, acting crazy when you're drunk? Our conglomerate's financial chains are rock solid, what problems could possibly arise!"

George snatched the overheated tablet and swiped the screen rapidly with his fingers.

The next second, his sea-blue eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

At the same time, in the top-floor trading hall of Lingxiao Financial headquarters.

The central air conditioning was already turned up to the maximum, and cold air was blowing straight out.

But the dozens of traders were still sweating profusely, their keyboards clattering like a torrential downpour.

Su Jianxin was wearing a pair of flip-flops and holding a half-empty can of iced cola in his hand.

He was so excited that his eyes were glowing red, like a madman who had just taken drugs.

"Smash! Keep smashing!"

Su Jianxin pointed at the huge curved data wall and burst into unrestrained laughter.

"These old white men on Wall Street usually travel the world with their wine glasses in hand, harvesting profits from ordinary people."

"Today I'll teach them what it means to have the strength to send bricks flying!"

Two hundred billion US dollars of offshore funds were divided into tens of thousands of secret accounts by Su Jianxin.

There were no unnecessary trials or complex financial hedging models.

It's the purest, most unreasonable, overwhelming force of capital.

The green line representing the William Consortium's stock price on the screen looked like it was tied with a large rock.

It crashed straight into the Mariana Trench without any suspense.

"Mr. Su, the other side is trying to mobilize 20 billion yuan in reserves to prop up the market! The major bullish players are buying aggressively!"

The chief trader shouted without looking up, his voice cracking.

"You dare to embarrass yourself with 20 billion?" Su Jianxin squeezed the Coke can so hard it made a cracking sound.

He suddenly kicked away the boss's chair next to him and stepped barefoot onto the carpet.

"Use one-tenth of your ammunition and smash their buying power into mincemeat!"

"All short-selling orders are placed using high-frequency quantitative trading programs."

Su Jianxin grinned, his smile chilling.

"Fifty thousand transactions per second! I want to see their servers crash immediately!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a massive sell order appeared, like a category 12 financial tsunami.

It instantly overwhelmed Wall Street's pitiful resistance.

Let's turn our attention back to the top-class banquet hall of the Jingzhou International Hotel.

The pale light from the tablet screen shone directly onto George's bloodless face.

"Three circuit breakers triggered... 80% of the market value evaporated..."

His lips trembled, his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the leather sofa behind him.

The champagne glass fell to the floor and shattered, spilling golden liquid all over the floor.

The once arrogant multinational investment banking giant now resembles a living dead person drained of blood.

The CFO knelt beside him, desperately clutching his blond hair.

"Mr. George, the other party is using hundreds or thousands of offshore shell companies in the Caribbean."

"The source of the funds is completely untraceable; it's all legitimate short-selling!"

The CFO cried like a 200-pound child.

"The board of directors just berated you on the phone for a full five minutes, saying that you messed with the wrong person in Handong."

Li Dakang, still holding his wine glass, stood there dumbfounded.

He didn't understand anything about Nasdaq or high-frequency quantitative short selling.

But he could see the despair in George's expression, as if his father had just died.

"Mr. George, what's wrong with you?"

Li Dakang swallowed hard and tentatively took half a step forward.

"The three billion US dollar acquisition we just discussed, and the Minsheng franchise rights..."

"Buy my ass!"

George suddenly acted like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on, and overturned the crystal coffee table in front of him.

The fruit platter and wine bottles shattered on the floor, and fruit pulp splattered onto Li Dakang's newly bought leather shoes.

"Is this land of Handong cursed by the devil?!"

George grabbed his meticulously styled hair and roared hysterically.

"Why didn't anyone tell me that Yan Qingfeng was hiding such a terrifying, nuclear-level financial pool overseas?!"

He suddenly stood up and shoved Li Dakang, who was blocking his way, away.

"Let's go! Get to the airport right now!"

George roared at his group of terrified foreigners.

"The chairman has given a firm order: we must return to China tonight to file for bankruptcy protection!"

"If we don't leave now, we'll all be lined up to jump off buildings on Wall Street tomorrow morning!"

Several foreign representatives were so frightened that they didn't even dare to pick up their briefcases that had fallen to the ground.

They pushed and shoved each other, like a pack of stray dogs being chased by hungry wolves.

He stumbled and crashed through the banquet hall doors, then scrambled out.

The enormous, top-tier banquet hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

The melodious violin music had long since stopped, and the musician in the corner was trembling, clutching his violin.

The ground was littered with broken glass and crushed fruit, and the air was filled with the sour smell of red wine.

Li Dakang stood frozen in place, his hand still holding the glass.

He watched helplessly as this last straw, his only hope, was burned to ashes right before his eyes.

There was no gunfire, no police officers drew their guns, and we didn't even see Yan Qingfeng.

A multinational conglomerate worth billions of dollars vanished right before their eyes.

This absolute crushing power from a lower dimension completely shattered Li Dakang's proud official prestige.

"It's over... Handong is completely finished."

Li Dakang loosened his grip, and the wine glass fell onto the thick carpet with a dull thud.

His proud achievements at Guangming Peak have now become a black hole that can never be filled.

Even foreign capitalists had their spines broken by Yan Qingfeng, who was halfway around the world.

Sha Ruijin stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He watched the black minivans speeding away downstairs, remaining silent for a long time.

His face, somber yet deeply weary, was reflected in the glass.

Foreign capital fled overnight, and domestic capital was too scared to enter the market.

The livelihoods of 60 million people in Handong and the jobs of hundreds of thousands of industrial workers.

Now everything is stuck in the hands of that man named Yan Qingfeng, held tightly and unable to move.

Sha Ruijin closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

This tone was laced with compromise, helplessness, and the surrender that those in power were least willing to admit.

He finally came to the stark reality.

On this land that has been thoroughly infiltrated by capital.

The seal of power ultimately couldn't defeat the legitimate and compliant money bag.

Sha Ruijin turned around and looked at Li Dakang, who looked distraught and as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

He straightened his slightly wrinkled collar, his tone revealing a resolute "what's the use" attitude.

"Don't just stand there, let Xiaobai prepare the car."

Li Dakang raised his head blankly, his eyes as empty as two dry wells.

"Secretary Sha, all the foreign capital has fled. Where can we find someone to take over now?"

Sha Ruijin twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a self-deprecating laugh with a wry smile.

"Where else can we go? Let's go to Lingxiao Manor on the outskirts of the city and pay a visit to the real master of Handong."