155: Chapter 156 Foreign Capital Hunters on Wall Street

In mid-April, Shanghai was in the midst of a continuous, chilly plum rain season.

Outside the window, a grey curtain of rain shrouded the entire financial center.

At this moment, the domestic sinking market was being torn apart by the hysterical "double subsidies" of multinational capital, resulting in a bloody battle.

However, inside the president's office on the top floor of Jiyuan Technology headquarters, there was an atmosphere of eerily calm tranquility.

Shen Du leaned back in his spacious leather executive chair, listening to the soft white noise of rain drumming against the fully enclosed glass curtain wall.

He picked up a cup of steaming, premium Dahongpao tea with a relaxed expression.

He sipped the tea quietly with the graceful Hong Yun by his side.

In the eyes of the outside world and Wall Street, Jiyuan Technology's financial report had "bled" to the brink of bankruptcy.

But in the short half-month that had passed, Shen Du, sitting in this climate-controlled office, had acted like a madman with infinite ammunition, violently unleashing a terrifying cash flow of over six billion US dollars!

This was a world-ending sum of money that completely defied domestic financial common sense.

Excluding the ten billion RMB secretly funneled through Lu Wangchuan of the International Trade Office under the guise of a "military chip factory buyout" from Beijing, the remaining two billion US dollars in hard cash were all pulled directly from Shen Du's own offshore pockets without him even blinking an eye.

Where did this massive sum of money, large enough to crash Young Master Su Chi's actuarial team's computing power, actually come from?

When the Wall Street elites were frantically searching the country like headless flies for Shen Du's "secret benefactor," they did not realize that the timeline had to be dialed back nearly a year.

On the eve of this multinational strangulation war, Shen Du had already quietly planted a super trump card that could be called a checkmate in the foreign capital's stronghold across the ocean.

Last year, Shen Du secretly withdrew one billion US dollars in initial capital from his holdings and secretly handed it over to Hong Yun.

He gave this Red Phoenix, who once ruled the underground world, a secret order to pierce the heart of multinational capital: take this huge sum of money, return to the deep financial waters of the offshore tax havens, and enter the world's largest and bloodiest meat grinder: the US stock market.

She was to conduct a crazy harvest for him, without any bottom line, completely hidden under the guise of retail investors.

The timeline pulls back to early 2013. The new energy vehicle upstart across the ocean, Tesla, reached a turning point in its destiny.

With the large-scale delivery of the Model S, this perennial loss-making car company achieved its first quarterly profit.

Its stock price shot up like a rocket in a very short time, ushering in a terrifying surge of nearly 300%!

But the top market makers on Wall Street did not notice at all that before the feast began, Hong Yun had strictly followed the "all-seeing" schedule provided by Shen Du, breaking down the funds in her hands into smaller pieces.

She used countless offshore shells hidden in tax havens to quietly infiltrate the deep waters in the form of retail investors, and on the eve of Tesla's surge, she firmly bought in an extremely large base position.

When Tesla's stock price soared to the sky and retail investors across the US stock market fell into a frenzy of chasing highs, Hong Yun unhesitatingly pressed the sell button at the peak.

This precise, perfect harvest allowed Shen Du to cash out a full 2 billion US dollars in net profit directly from the Wall Street plate!

This huge sum of money, carrying the flesh and blood of US stock capital, did not even accrue overnight interest in the offshore account before being quickly withdrawn back to the domestic commercial market.

It merged with the 10 billion RMB remitted by Lu Wangchuan under the name of a military chip buyout, instantly becoming the infinite ammunition for Jiyuan Technology's rapid advancement in April, the promotion of the "New City Plan," and the cross-industry recruitment of chip talent.

What an extreme strategic dimensionality reduction this was, and what a cold, physical mockery.

Just as Young Master Su Chi and those high-and-mighty Wall Street elites were gritting their teeth and frantically pouring dollars into the domestic sinking quagmire, trying to exhaust Shen Du to death, Shen Du had long since turned Wall Street's backyard into his own super ATM that he could take from at will.

Multinational capital was throwing money at Shen Du in the country, while Shen Du was using the Americans' own money to carry out a bloody, bottomless crushing of these foreign investors in return!

"Ding."

The white porcelain teacup was gently placed on the rosewood tabletop, making a crisp sound.

In fact, the $2 billion profit cashed out from Tesla was just the tip of the iceberg of what Shen Du had exposed in this US stock super meat grinder.

In the past year, the overseas trading team led by Hong Yun, like a super beast lurking in the deep sea, strictly executed the hunting list provided by Shen Du.

Facebook, Apple, Amazon, Netflix, Google... These FAANG giants that would dominate the global technology sector in the future—as long as they were stocks named by Shen Du, they almost all ushered in staggering surges across the board.

This was originally just the last line of defense Shen Du had prepared.

When deducing this multinational strangulation game, the worst-case scenario Shen Du had planned for was: the foreign capital team would forcibly pour more than $2 billion in subsidies into the domestic sinking market within a year, regardless of cost.

To cope with this worst-case physical bombardment, Shen Du had left the US stock market ATM to stabilize his base.

But in the end, Young Master Su Chi and his arrogant Wall Street actuaries only symbolically sprinkled $1 billion in the initial stage of entry, trying to leverage the market in the cheapest way possible.

It was precisely because of this fatal time difference that the $1 billion initial capital in Hong Yun's hands fissioned crazily in the US stock market like a snowball in less than a year.

Even though Shen Du restrained the leverage multiplier to avoid attracting the attention of the US Securities and Exchange Commission, Hong Yun was still tightly gripping the chips of technology stock base positions worth more than $8 billion!

If it were not for deliberate concealment, this number could have expanded more than ten times.

Looking at this calm man beside her, who casually manipulated the flow of tens of billions of funds, Hong Yun rested her head gently on Shen Du's shoulder, and a faint, elegant scent of perfume permeated the humid air.

"The money you make by randomly picking a few stocks here is already enough to achieve the financial freedom that 99% of people in the world will not reach in several lifetimes."

Hong Yun lifted her beautiful eyes, full of charm and confusion, looked at Shen Du's cold profile, and asked softly: "Since money is so easy to make in the US stock market, is it necessary for us to fight this dirty and tiring sinking war in the domestic quagmire, which easily burns tens or hundreds of billions?"

Shen Du picked up the teacup and took a gentle sip of Dahongpao.

His deep gaze penetrated the glass curtain wall washed by rain. Standing from a god's-eye view, he coldly overlooked the map of the era in the country that was about to undergo a drastic change.

Facing Hong Yun's confusion, Shen Du's voice was steady, but he ruthlessly punctured the financial bubble that the Wall Street elites were most proud of.

"Stocks in the financial market do make money quickly. But you have to remember, that is ultimately just a string of digital bubbles built on someone else's foundation."

Shen Du put down the teacup, his eyes revealing a cold sharpness of controlling everything: "Once macroeconomic policies shift, or foreign capital completely flips the table and pulls the plug, those so-called tens of billions in market value can turn into dust in a day. Without your own physical moat, no matter how much money you have, it is just meat on someone else's chopping block."

"Therefore, I have never regarded the US stock market as Jiyuan Technology's main business. It is just an ATM used for bloodsucking. The cornerstone that can forge the iron throne of an empire is the bottomless potential of Xinghuo Software and Meituan!"

Shen Du turned his head slightly, painting a macro blueprint for the woman beside him that would make any top capitalist go completely crazy: "The current sinking market is, in the eyes of multinational capital, just a quagmire where they keep burning money to grab market share. But they have not understood the true power of domestic macro infrastructure at all. With the large-scale rollout of the national 4G infrastructure in second- and third-tier cities, in a year or two at most, communication rates will see a cliff-like drop."

"By then, a group of over one billion mobile intelligent netizens will be directly birthed on this land!"

"One billion! In human business history, this is a terrifying base number that can change the physical landscape of the world."

"Calculate our current ledger." Shen Du's fingers tapped gently on the edge of the mahogany table, making a low, muffled sound: "Right now, the smartphone penetration rate across the board has just started. After full dividends and subsidizing B-end merchants, Jiyuan Technology and Meituan can still retain a net profit of up to 2 billion per month! Think about it, when the infrastructure is completely rolled out and our user volume increases ten times, reaching 300 to 500 million or even higher... what kind of astronomical figure will the daily money-sucking ability of these two companies be?"

Shen Du's last half sentence directly threw out his most chilling trump card in this era: "What is more fatal is that in this carnival of traffic, we are fundamentally different from old giants like Tencent and Alibaba. Others doing internet business must rely on foreign hardware support for their underlying logic, paying astronomical 'tolls' for servers and computing power to overseas every year. Once the scale expands, this cost is enough to drag down their profit margins."

"And in our hands, we hold the laboratory at Yu Mountain, a server matrix that can be completely self-built!"

Shen Du's eyes erupted with oppressive ambition at this moment: "Our underlying physical cost is almost zero! What we have to do is use this unsolvable heavy-asset physical closed loop to complete a true full-industry chain monopoly on the country's one billion netizens!"

After listening to this commercial entity closed-loop blueprint that was so grand it was suffocating, Hong Yun's brain completely crashed.

A monthly net profit of 2 billion, multiplied by ten? When this number representing future monopoly gradually took shape in her mind, this Red Phoenix, who once ruled the Shanghai underground world and claimed to have seen countless storms, felt an unprecedented blur in her concept of the word "wealth" for the first time.

She originally thought that choosing to submit to Shen Du was just to use his influence to whitewash her muddy identity, and incidentally achieve financial freedom for the rest of her life.

But as time went on, Hong Yun discovered with fear and awe that by this man's side, making money had become as easy as bending down to pick up leaves from the ground, with no difficulty at all, and even lost the initial thrill of a racing heartbeat.

Confusion and shock flashed in Hong Yun's beautiful eyes. The history since they met flashed back before her eyes like film strips.

From their first meeting, Shen Du's merciless financial exploitation like a scalpel; to the gambling on the Hongqiao hub land, the shocking myth of making a fortune overnight. From obtaining the official red-headed document, completing the perfect whitewashing from black to white. To lurking in the deep waters, conducting that horrific and bloody harvest of "Zhenmian monster stocks." And now, she was openly sitting on the top floor of the Jiyuan Building, becoming a top boss dominating the domestic live-streaming circle, and even signing exclusive cooperation endorsements with global top luxury brands while chatting and laughing.

Any one of these nodes, for ordinary people or even the vast majority of entrepreneurs, was a class-leaping opportunity that they would not encounter once in a lifetime. As long as one was lucky enough to step on it once, it would be enough to achieve ultimate financial freedom. And she, Hong Yun, under Shen Du's god-like precise planning, used these miracles in the eyes of others as steps, walking all the way to today with a leisurely stroll.

From the first day she met Shen Du, this young man had never stopped shattering her inherent perceptions.

Looking at Shen Du's deep, cold profile, Hong Yun finally swallowed all her questions and said nothing.

She completely let go of the last trace of shrewd calculation that belonged to the former underground queen.

In this era of rapid advancement that was about to sweep across Great Xia's one billion netizens and completely overturn the global capital landscape, any individual's conspiracies and tricks seemed so ridiculous and insignificant.

Hong Yun obediently moved her body closer to Shen Du, holding the man's arm tightly and affectionately with both hands.

She knew better than anyone that what she could do, and the only thing she needed to do in her life, was to offer the most absolute submission to this man in this storm. As long as she held his arm tightly, she could witness with her own eyes how an empire that truly belonged to Shen Du would rise from this land.