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The traders in the hall have all gone crazy!

They watched in disbelief as the transaction data on the screen skyrocketed at a rate that defied common sense and even the laws of physics!

The massive short orders placed by Blackstone Fund, which seemed unbreakable, were like paper toys in the face of this mysterious capital, and were instantly torn to shreds!

The originally green downward curve seemed to be injected with some kind of violent energy the moment it hit the bottom, directly pulling out a straight upward red bullish line!

"They've wiped it all out! Blackstone's short positions at the $25 price level have been completely wiped out!"

"The 30-yuan defense line has been breached! Buyers are still aggressively increasing their positions!"

"Forty yuan! It's broken through forty yuan! A straight upward surge! This is a do-or-die situation!"

The traders' shouts grew louder and louder, and the entire hall was boiling like a giant powder keg, about to explode!

Jiang Ye stood with his hands in his pockets, coldly watching the constantly flashing red numbers on the screen, the mocking smile on his lips growing ever wider.

"Trying to short me? I'll show you what it means to bury you in money!"

Jiang Ye slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Keep pulling! Don't stop! Fire all the bullets! I'll make sure those foreign devils from Blackstone Fund don't even take their underwear with them!"

boom!

With Jiang Ye's final instruction, hundreds of billions of yuan crashed down on Xingchen Technology's stock price like a mountain pressing down!

There is no suspense!

There was absolutely no room for resistance!

Blackstone's Ponzi scheme has been completely destroyed!

All short positions were wiped out instantly!

The alarms of margin calls echoed wildly through the trading floor of Wall Street, like a death knell tolling!

"It's hit the daily limit!"

"President Jiang! Xingchen Technology's stock price has hit the daily limit up!"

"The buy orders have exceeded 10 billion! It's impossible to buy any more! We've won! We've won completely!"

The chief trader was so excited that he ripped off his tie and threw it to the ground. His eyes were filled with tears of ecstasy, and he jumped and danced like a madman.

Thunderous cheers erupted throughout the hall as everyone clapped and hugged wildly, celebrating this epic financial victory!

Ignoring the noise behind him, Jiang Ye slowly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window lies the bustling CBD of Hanju, where countless skyscrapers shimmer with dazzling neon lights, a vibrant and prosperous scene.

Jiang Ye looked down at the massive city below, his eyes filled with an aura of domineering arrogance.

He suddenly opened his arms wide, as if to embrace the entire Hanju, his voice deep and powerful, declaring with domineering authority:

"In Hanju, Jiang Ye is the rule!"

At this moment, Jiang Ye's figure was stretched infinitely in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, like an invincible god, radiating boundless light!

Meanwhile, the internet was in an uproar!

The news of Xingchen Technology's dramatic comeback and its limit-up price spread like wildfire across the internet.

This earth-shattering financial battle has dominated the headlines of major financial forums, Weibo trending topics, and short video platforms!

Countless netizens sat in front of their computer and mobile phone screens, watching the red candlestick soar into the sky, their blood boiling with excitement and their scalps tingling!

The live stream chat was so dense that it almost completely blocked the screen, and the refresh rate was so fast that the words were impossible to read!

"Holy crap! That's amazing! This plot twist is a million times more exciting than anything in a movie!"

"Blackstone is nothing! Compared to our President Jiang, they're nothing but chickens and dogs! Utterly defenseless!"

"This move is absolutely phenomenal! Thai Pants La! It's like a cow taking a plane—it's incredible!"

"What is strength? This is strength! Using money to carve out a bloody path! A sure way to quell any dissent!"

"General Manager Jiang is awesome! From today onwards, Jiang Ye is the only God of Wealth in Hanzhou!"

"May the God of Wealth bless my stocks so they hit the daily limit tomorrow! I kowtow to the God of Wealth!"

"Far ahead! Xingchen Technology is far ahead! President Jiang is far ahead!"

The screen was flooded with "far ahead" and "God of Wealth of Hanzhou" messages, and at this moment, Jiang Ye's name became an insurmountable legend in the Hanzhou business community!

Those who used to mock Jiang Ye and belittle Xingchen Technology online are now all shut up. They've been thoroughly humiliated by this incredible move and can only tremble in front of their screens, not daring to utter a single word.

Meanwhile, in the presidential suite of the most luxurious five-star hotel in Hanju.

Smith, the chief representative for Asia sent by Blackstone, was staring intently at the red numbers on the computer screen that were locked at the daily limit.

His eyes were bloodshot, almost bulging out, and his face was contorted like that of a madman who had seen a ghost.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible! Zun Du is fake? How could this be!"

Smith held his head in his hands, messing up his carefully styled blond hair, and muttered desperately.

"Five hundred billion! A whole five hundred billion! How could it all be swallowed up in just ten minutes? Where did Jiang Ye get so much money? This is illogical! It doesn't make sense!"

Smith was trembling violently, his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

He knew very well that this failed short-selling attack not only meant that Blackstone lost tens of billions of dollars, but also that his career on Wall Street was completely over!

Those ruthless bosses at headquarters would definitely tear him apart alive, or even throw him into the Hudson River to feed the fish!

Overwhelmed by immense fear and anxiety, Smith felt a churning in his chest and a strong, metallic taste rising in his throat.

Smith's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily like a dying dog, his eyes filled with fear of death.

"Quickly...book me a plane ticket! I need to go back to America! I need to get out of this awful place right now!"

Smith roared at his assistant beside him, his voice trembling with sobs.

The assistant turned pale with fright and frantically pulled out her phone to book tickets.

"Representative...Representative, all the first-class and economy class tickets to New York are sold out, and there are no tickets left for tomorrow's flights..." the assistant stammered, sweating profusely.

"Then buy high-speed rail tickets! Buy train tickets! As long as we can leave Hanju, we'll buy anything! Hurry up!" Smith roared frantically, not wanting to stay in the city for even a second longer.

A few minutes later, the assistant swallowed hard, looked cautiously at Smith slumped on the floor, and said in a trembling voice, "Representative, there's... there's only one standing ticket left for the old green train..."

The chief representative of a top Wall Street fund is usually chauffeured around by private jets, stays in presidential suites, and drinks Romanée-Conti, which costs hundreds of thousands of dollars a bottle.

At that moment, in order to escape, he scrambled out of the hotel, not even bothering to grab his luggage. He bought a standing ticket on a crowded green train overnight and fled Hanzhou in a sorry state, like a refugee fleeing famine, amidst the shoving of countless elderly people and chickens and geese. He returned to Wall Street overnight.

This thrilling financial battle involving billions of dollars came to a perfect end with Jiang Ye's complete domination.

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