147: Chapter 148 The Unpredictable Trust on Wall Street: A 45% Ironclad Base That Three Billion Dollars Couldn't Sway

Young Master Su Chi tossed the cigar he had been holding between his fingers, which had remained unlit the entire time, onto the hard rosewood desk with a sharp "snap."

The expensive tobacco leaves scattered into fine, tiny debris upon impact.

As a top-tier trader who had spent years crushed in the zero-sum games of Wall Street.

Young Master Su Chi's financial model, built upon precise algorithms and absolute egoism.

Had completely crashed at this moment.

He simply could not process the behavioral logic of these domestic grassroots merchants, which completely defied the conventional principles of capital.

"The merchants are paying out of their own pockets to slash the prices of fast food on the front end."

"They are stubbornly carrying a 70% death-cost line and sprinting for thirty days, just to gamble on that backend rebate from Jiyuan Technology at the end of the month?"

Young Master Su Chi stared at the dense web of capital flows on the screen, his voice tinged with a bewildered dryness:

"In terms of commercial definition, this is equivalent to a grassroots contractor smashing pots and selling iron to fully front the funds, just to build a skyscraper for a developer without even having a fixed date for the final payment!"

Young Master Su Chi suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at the Old Butler standing to the side.

He fired off a series of questions like a machine gun, striking directly at the essence of the dark forest of capital:

"Are these grassroots merchants, who haggle over the price of vegetables in urban villages down to the last cent, not afraid that the platform will turn its back and cut off supply at any moment?"

"Are they not afraid that when it comes time for end-of-month settlement, Shen Du will just find some pretext of compliance to withhold their rebates?!"

Young Master Su Chi's chest heaved violently, his knuckles turning pale from gripping the edge of the desk so tightly:

"Once the foreign capital on our side stops the offensive, and Jiyuan Technology completely swallows the market share."

"These merchants who voluntarily surrendered their pricing power—aren't they afraid that Shen Du will immediately tighten the noose, treating them like meat on a chopping block to be squeezed at will?"

"Trusting the lifeline of their entire family's cash flow entirely on an oral promise from an internet platform that lacks any legal validity..."

In Young Master Su Chi's Western financial cognition, the essence of capital is bloodthirst and betrayal.

No Wall Street tycoon would dare to entrust their bottom position to another commercial entity without any reservations.

This "blind trust," lacking any logical support, completely exceeded the calculation scope of all offshore actuarial models.

Young Master Su Chi couldn't figure it out, no matter how hard he racked his brain.

What kind of terrifying community of interests had Shen Du, that young man in his early twenties, built beneath the surface?

Only then could he make these millions of the most mercenary and cunning grassroots merchants willingly front funds and charge forward for Jiyuan Technology's moat.

What truly tore through Young Master Su Chi's psychological defenses was not this grassroots trust that he couldn't parse.

It was the fruit of this "front-funded charge," which completely defied financial laws, yielding an extremely heavy and oppressive result on the macro market.

He reached out and pressed the mouse, the veins on the back of his hand bulging slightly from the force.

With a rough click, the complex capital flow chart was instantly minimized.

Replacing it was the pie chart of domestic sinking market share, updated in real-time every morning by the Wall Street actuarial team.

Under the dim blue light of the screen, two sets of data in extreme opposition struck directly at Young Master Su Chi's retinas like two cold, iron sledgehammers.

Relying on the insane bloodletting of ten billion dollars regardless of cost, the foreign-backed Alibaba Group, Douyin, and Pinduoduo had indeed forcibly torn off a 25% rogue share at the edge of the chart.

Those new users, greedy for front-end red envelopes, used their most primitive profit-seeking instincts to pile up this seemingly vibrant red area.

However, when Young Master Su Chi's gaze crossed this scorched earth burned out by cash and looked toward the core position of the chart, his originally tense breathing rhythm suffered an uncontrollable pause.

After experiencing half a year of indiscriminate, saturated capital bombing totaling over six billion RMB, the deep blue area representing the combined market share of Jiyuan Technology and Meituan remained, like a war fortress welded to the earth's crust by tens of thousands of tons of high-temperature molten iron.

45%. This core number, symbolizing industry dominance.

Did not retreat a single step because of the foreign capital's ten-billion-dollar dumping; not even a 0.1% edge wear appeared.

It sat there coldly and steadily in the very center of the pie chart, like an emotionless physical black hole.

Quietly looking down at the foreign capital camp, which was crazily burning money and bleeding in the muddy mire at the edge for that pathetic 25% share.

This was the objective fact that made transnational capital feel the most creeped out.

Ten billion dollars of real money thrown in, and it didn't even qualify to pry open this foundation of Shen Du.

Looking at that insurmountable 45% baseline in the center of the screen, which looked like it was cast from molten iron, the veins on Young Master Su Chi's forehead throbbed uncontrollably with his heavy breathing rhythm.

Wall Street's actuarial models had completely turned into a pile of useless waste paper here.

Facing this "grassroots symbiosis" network that completely exceeded the calculation scope of Western financial laws, a sense of trembling, originating from the depths of his cognitive blind spot, crawled up the spine of this top-tier trader for the first time.

"Bang!" Young Master Su Chi suddenly raised his right hand and slammed his palm heavily onto the wide rosewood desk.

The huge vibration emitted a dull, explosive sound, and the dozens of offline investigation reports originally stacked on the corner of the table instantly lost their balance, scattering all over the floor like snowflakes, mixed with tiny cigar debris.

In the face of absolute unknown and uncontrollability, the path dependence of capital made Young Master Su Chi instinctively make a defensive decision with a gambler's nature.

Since he couldn't understand the opponent's hole cards, he would use an even more terrifying cash flow to forcibly drown them out.

Young Master Su Chi gritted his back teeth tightly, the bulging masseter muscles making the contours of his side profile extremely rigid.

He turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes nailing onto the Old Butler who was standing to the side, trembling in fear, and issued a near-insane death order:

"The C-end subsidy market must not stop! Keep pouring money into it until it kills!"

"Notify those dozens of ground promotion teams below; double the budget immediately and keep digging into the offline market for me!"

Young Master Su Chi supported himself with both hands on the messy desk, his body leaning forward with great oppressiveness:

"Tear up the land in the urban villages! Dig out the 'source code' of why these grassroots merchants trust Shen Du, down to the very last detail!"

He stared fixedly at the financial flow charts scattered on the carpet, the fire of bewilderment raging in his chest:

"I don't believe it! What is it that allows these poor wretches, who would risk their lives for a few cents of profit, to willingly bet the lives of their whole families—without even asking for an IOU—on Shen Du's plate alone!"

Inside the study, the air was suffocatingly heavy.

The Old Butler didn't even dare to bend down to pick up the files scattered at his feet.

He swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, quickly bowed in response, and hurried out of the study.