158: Chapter 159: The Steady Decline After Burning Through Five Billion Dollars!

Time moved into the first ten days of June.

As the meat-grinder battle of the first half of the year neared its end.

Far away in a Beijing courtyard, Young Master Su Chi felt not a shred of relief.

Instead, he keenly sensed a hair-raising, fatal crisis from a pile of top-secret reports.

After purging the cancerous merchants from within.

And after forcibly pumping another full one billion dollars of hard cash into the market in the first half of the year.

Young Master Su Chi had originally thought that even if he couldn't instantly reverse the situation.

At least he could make some noise in the sinking market and create a huge splash.

However.

The market share curve on his rosewood desk looked like an electrocardiogram of a dying person.

This curve, representing the lifeline of the foreign capital platform.

Not only failed to show the "bottoming out and rebounding" that the Wall Street actuaries had sworn would happen.

But instead fell into a strange, slow downward channel that completely defied financial common sense!

Over the past five full months.

This downward trend line was weak and gradual, yet it carried an irresistible aura of death.

It dived downward without a single ripple.

At first, Young Master Su Chi still held a glimmer of hope.

Attempting to numb himself with hollow excuses like "seasonal consumption fatigue" or "receding macroeconomic dividends."

But as time went on.

This chronic, continuous bloodletting completely shattered his psychological defenses as the spokesperson for multinational capital.

What made him feel an even deeper, bottomless despair was this.

Just as his own camp was burning money crazily and running around in a panic.

The glaring comparative financial report of the competitors clearly showed:

The joint camp of Meituan, Jiyuan Technology, and JD.com.

Their combined market share was actually still rising steadily month-on-month, despite the suffocating barrage of billions of dollars in foreign capital!

The entire foreign think tank team fell into a deathly silence.

No one could stand up and explain why this was happening!

This had become a spine-chilling, unsolved mystery in the current financial world.

Why, in the same sinking red ocean.

Was the side that was burning money like crazy and giving users double subsidies being ruthlessly carved up by the market?

While the other side.

Shen Du, who didn't give a penny to users and only poured profits back into the grassroots merchants.

Was seeing his core foundation expand crazily as steady as Mount Tai?

This logical dead end, which completely overturned a century of Western economic principles.

Made Young Master Su Chi feel a bone-chilling cold in this hot early summer.

What made Young Master Su Chi feel nearly suffocated was the approaching deadline, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper.

The multinational consortium's mid-year board summary meeting was about to be held at the end of June.

This feast, originally intended for popping champagne to celebrate the complete takeover of the domestic sinking market.

Had now turned into a cold, piercing Sword of Damocles.

Hanging tightly above Young Master Su Chi's head, ready to fall at any moment.

Young Master Su Chi's hands trembled.

Looking at the total war damage account just compiled by the finance department, his heart felt like it had been crushed.

Counting the initial investment from the end of last year.

In this physical bombardment against Shen Du.

The foreign capital camp had already burned through a terrifying amount of over five billion dollars in this bottomless sinking quagmire!

Converted, that was over thirty billion RMB in hard cash!

A full one-third of their reserve ammunition had been completely exhausted.

In any local business war on Wall Street, this would have already hit the circuit-breaker red line.

If he dared to take this report—where five billion dollars were smashed without even making a sound.

And the market share was still declining, this "desperate financial report"—and throw it onto the year-end meeting table.

Those bloodthirsty major shareholders sitting on the other side of the ocean would definitely turn on him on the spot.

They wouldn't listen to any pale excuses about "China's national conditions."

They would only unhesitatingly initiate accountability mechanisms, swallow Young Master Su Chi alive at the conference table, and completely ruin his reputation!

Intertwined with fear and helplessness.

This Ivy League elite, who had once been high and mighty and accustomed to looking down on all living beings with data models, had his defenses completely collapse.

For a moment, a turbulent, nauseating feeling in his chest made Young Master Su Chi nearly vomit.

He could no longer maintain the composure and elegance of a multinational consortium head.

Like a gambler who had lost all his chips, he frantically grabbed the satellite phone on the table.

And dialed the private line of the true mastermind behind the Beijing Circle: his father, Su Qu.

"Dad, something big has happened!"

As soon as the call connected, Young Master Su Chi's hoarse, cracking cry for help rang out impatiently.

His tone was filled with bottomless panic:

"Even though we purged the cancerous merchants and actually pumped in one billion dollars of double pure cash, the data is still falling!

There are no signs of recovery at all; this completely defies common sense!"

On the other end of the receiver.

Su Qu, a core tycoon of the Beijing Circle who had experienced decades of ups and downs in the business world.

Also fell into a long, deathly silence and extreme shock upon hearing the terrible news that "pumping in one billion dollars still resulted in a continuous decline."

Because in his deeply rooted traditional business logic, this was an absolutely impossible thing to happen.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Su Qu began to forcibly use conventional financial thinking to deduce Jiyuan Technology's trump cards.

He tried to outline in his mind the capital chain of Shen Du that should have broken long ago.

To cover up the indescribable fear deep in his heart:

"I feel like that yellow-haired brat Shen Du is definitely at the end of his rope now, just barely hanging on!"

"Think about it.

A while ago, he not only arrogantly took out billions of dollars to engage in some deep-water R&D for semiconductors.

But also joined forces with the authorities to conduct a ten-billion-level heavy-asset ground push.

And even went as far as subsidizing poverty relief in the sinking market out of his own pocket!"

Su Qu gritted his teeth on the other end of the phone, calculating the accounts:

"This is simply impossible to sustain!

No startup's cash flow can withstand this kind of extreme multi-tasking across sectors!"

However, Su Qu did not realize.

That he and his son had by now completely fallen into the abyss known as the "sunk cost fallacy."

When a person loses enough chips at the gambling table to buy half a city, it is impossible for him to be willing to leave the game.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud noise came from the other end of the phone; it was the sound of Su Qu slamming his fist onto the solid wood desk.

This scheming leader of the Beijing Circle now had a chilling resoluteness in his voice:

"We have already placed a heavy bet of over ten billion in this pool!

We absolutely cannot retreat this time.

To retreat one step is to lose everything.

The face of the entire Beijing Circle and Wall Street will be trampled into the mud!"

"Immediately send your most elite intelligence network to investigate the bottom of his funds!

At the same time, since he wants to fight hard, we will just smash his bones with money!"

Su Qu issued the final death order, like a red-eyed gambler betting his entire fortune:

"Force the budget plan for the second half of the year up to 1.5 billion dollars!

I don't believe that the boy named Shen Du has infinite funds in his hands!"

After hearing his father's desperate, crazy endorsement.

Young Master Su Chi's psychological defenses, which were originally on the verge of collapse, were instantly filled with a spirit of burning bridges.

He no longer had any hesitation or retreat, like a multinational beast that had been completely enraged, he roared into the phone:

"Understood!

This time I will definitely not leave any room.

I will directly increase all investment chips.

I want to use the purest waterfall of dollars to drown him and Jiyuan Technology alive in the sinking market!"

Mid-June.

In Beijing, inside the president's office on the top floor of the Jiyuan Technology headquarters building, the air conditioning was set just right.

It was a stark contrast to the furnace-like high temperatures of early summer outside and the suffocating, anxious atmosphere of the Great Xia business world.

Shen Du was still sitting calmly in the large leather boss chair.

He was holding a cup of warm tea.

His deep gaze passed through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall, quietly overlooking the bustling skyline of the city.

As if this meat-grinder business war, which involved tens of billions, was just a small deduction on his sand table.

Just then, "Knock, knock, knock," the heavy solid wood door of the office was knocked on urgently.

General Manager Chen Shengqiang held a stack of stamped folders.

His expression was serious but carried a hint of undisguisable excitement as he walked quickly to Shen Du's rosewood desk.

"President Shen, there's another big move from over there!"

General Manager Chen Shengqiang's voice was slightly tight with excitement as he handed the top document over with both hands.

"Our capital gateway monitoring network in Hong Kong just intercepted definitive intelligence.

Young Master Su Chi and the foreign capital headquarters have gone completely crazy.

Their plan for the second half of the year just started, and they have actually forcibly mobilized another full 1.5 billion dollars of hard cash to enter the country!

They have started to go all-in regardless of the consequences!"

After hearing this report from General Manager Chen Shengqiang, which would make any local entrepreneur's scalp tingle.

Shen Du didn't even reach out to take the document on the table.

He slowly withdrew his gaze from the window, and the corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit into a chilling arc.

The huge sunk cost of five billion dollars had finally forced these high-and-mighty Wall Street elites into becoming irrational, red-eyed gamblers.

This crazy additional bet of 1.5 billion dollars, which looked menacing.

In Shen Du's eyes, was nothing more than a desperate, weak, and hollow roar from multinational capital at the end of its rope.

"I knew it.

They burned over five billion in that quagmire without even seeing a splash.

Their psychological and financial defenses must have reached their limit long ago."

Shen Du turned the boss chair around and placed the teacup in his hand gently on the desk, making a crisp clinking sound.

He raised his head, and in those deep, abyss-like black eyes, there flickered a disdain that saw through all the cards.

"Since they have even brought out their last family assets and want to risk their lives with us..."

"Then I don't want to play this boring slow-motion war of attrition with them anymore.

It's time to completely flip this table."

Shen Du did not hesitate at all.

He directly issued the final order to close the net to General Manager Chen Shengqiang, who was standing on the front line of this business war.

"Call Hong Yun immediately."

Shen Du tapped his fingers on the rosewood desk, his tone as cold and decisive as a death sentence:

"Tell her to stop all other actions in her hands.

And move another five hundred million dollars of pure cash from the overseas stock market profit pool for me!"

Hearing this number, General Manager Chen Shengqiang's breath suddenly hitched.

Shen Du stood up, and the immense pressure of an ultimate chess player instantly enveloped the entire office:

"Since they want to increase the stakes regardless of the consequences, we will directly activate the dual-end meat grinder.

This time, not only will I maintain the original 'dynamic dividends' for B-end merchants.

But I will also directly add direct subsidies for C-end users!

With both prongs attacking simultaneously, I want to use the most violent cash flow to instantly crush their last bit of psychological defense on a physical level!"

But immediately after, Shen Du's tone shifted abruptly, and a cold, murderous aura erupted in his deep eyes:

"However, General Manager Chen Shengqiang, you must remember this firmly!"

"Large direct subsidies can be distributed, but we absolutely must not allow our base merchants to repeat the mistakes of the foreign capital side.

You must immediately go and establish the most rigorous and harsh commodity price fluctuation monitoring network for me!"

"Once we start C-end subsidies on our side.

There will inevitably be greedy merchants who want to take advantage of this to adulterate goods or maliciously raise the base price of products to siphon off our dividends.

If anyone dares to do this..."

Shen Du's voice carried an iron-blooded, immutable law:

"Kick them out of the market directly!

Delist all their products, ban them from the entire network, and clear them out without leaving any room for negotiation!"

Shen Du pressed his hands on the desk and threw out the final kill order:

"Go and keep a close eye on those few major top-tier merchants who aren't usually very honest.

As long as they dare to reach out at this critical moment, strip them of all rights immediately.

Use them as an example and 'execute' them publicly across the entire network for me!

I want all sinking market merchants in the country to know clearly.

If you take my, Shen Du's money, you must absolutely obey the rules of Jiyuan Technology!"

Feeling Shen Du's chilling, iron-fisted will, General Manager Chen Shengqiang felt his blood boiling crazily.

He didn't say any nonsense, nodded heavily, and quickly firmly memorized this thunderous plan.

In the eyes of this ground-push manager, a bloodthirsty light of no retreat also ignited:

"Understood, President Shen!

I will personally lead the team to catch these examples.

I guarantee that those merchants who dare to reach out and skim off the top will thoroughly see just how sharp the blade of Jiyuan Technology really is!"