160: Chapter 161: Using false financial reports to fool the Beijing elite, only to have Wall Street flip the table on the spot.

1.5 billion US dollars in hard cash was like a violent tsunami.

Carrying the final madness and despair of multinational capital, it smashed fiercely into that bottomless sinking market of Great Xia.

Half a month later, a miracle seemed to have truly appeared.

On Young Master Su Chi's rosewood desk, in the latest market data report.

That market share curve, which had originally been like stagnant water and even subtly declining, finally began to show strong fluctuations.

As this massive sum of capital transformed into brutal direct cash subsidies and spread wildly.

The market share of the foreign capital camp had miraculously risen from the life-or-death line of twenty percent.

And was faintly beginning to climb strongly toward the thirty percent threshold!

At first glance, this was simply an epic victory of a comeback against the wind.

However, behind this glossy and beautiful report.

Only the very few core personnel standing in the deepest part of the data monitoring room knew clearly:

This was fundamentally not some so-called "rebound from the bottom."

But rather a lethal, fake carnival forcibly piled up with money.

This ten percent increase did not damage any of the fundamentals of Jiyuan Technology and Meituan at all.

A full 1.5 billion US dollars was smashed down.

Yet they hadn't managed to snatch away even a single core merchant or high-frequency active old user from Shen Du's ecosystem, which was as solid as a wall of copper and iron!

This sudden, massive increase was actually entirely riding on the dividends of Great Xia's macroeconomic policies.

As the country accelerated the infrastructure process in the sinking market, signal towers sprang up in countless remote towns.

During this period, tens of millions of new netizens, who had just bought their first smartphones in their lives.

Poured into the internet market like a tide for the first time.

This group of "pure passersby" with no online shopping experience and no platform loyalty whatsoever.

Bumped headlong into the money-spraying net woven by the foreign capital camp with 1.5 billion US dollars.

They were purely attracted for the time being by those ridiculously high subsidized red packets.

For these marginal new users.

They went wherever there were perks to be had, and after finishing and wiping their mouths clean, they could pack up and leave at any time.

This was a wild dance on a false bubble.

This thirty percent market share was entirely piled up by marginal new users with no loyalty to speak of.

It was like a fortress built of quicksand.

As soon as the foreign capital's funding chain broke, it would instantly collapse and shatter at a single touch.

But for Young Master Su Chi, who had already been forced into a desperate situation.

How much water was in this, or how fragile the underlying logic was, no longer mattered.

Facing the high-level board meeting to be held in July, which would determine the survival of the entire Beijing Circle and the foreign capital camp.

This bloated rising curve had become the only "life-saving straw" that this once high-and-mighty multinational president could present.

July.

This high-level board meeting, which concerned the life and death of the entire multinational camp and the overseas families of the Beijing Circle.

Officially kicked off in an atmosphere of near-deformed fanaticism.

On the huge holographic projection screen.

That red line of market share, which had soared against the trend from twenty percent to thirty percent.

Like the most potent adrenaline shot, it was fiercely plunged into the main artery of everyone present.

Those representatives of the Beijing Circle families who had long been forced to flee overseas and had completely detached themselves from the frontline commercial environment of Great Xia.

Looking at this glossy and beautiful report, they completely fell into an extreme frenzy, like oil poured on a raging fire.

To them, this rising curve was their pass to return to the peak of domestic power!

"Bang!"

An elderly director of the Beijing Circle with a full head of silver hair excitedly slammed his palm heavily on the conference table.

His face flushed red, and he roared with spit flying everywhere:

"Good! Well fought!

As long as we keep pouring money in and maintain the current data growth.

In less than three years, we will be able to completely compress the living space of Jiyuan Technology and Meituan into a vacuum!"

"That's right! We have already solidly poured in a full 6.5 billion US dollars in hard cash!

The remaining 3.5 billion US dollars in reserve funds are currently all sitting in the transit accounts in Hong Kong, waiting to be called upon at any time!"

Another major shareholder also fell into the illusion of victory, greedily and arrogantly echoing:

"In one go, push all the remaining money onto the gambling table and completely crush that yellow-haired kid named Shen Du!"

However, amidst this carnival-like celebration in the entire conference room.

Standing on the reporting podium, Young Master Su Chi tried his best to maintain the composure and elegance of a multinational president on the surface.

But the expensive custom-made shirt on his back had long been completely soaked through by the layers of cold sweat oozing out, sticking coldly to his spine.

No one knew.

At this very moment, Young Master Su Chi was blindfolded and walking on a thin steel wire on the edge of a bottomless abyss.

Facing these bloodthirsty major shareholders who would swallow him alive the moment they didn't see a return.

Young Master Su Chi not only carefully whitewashed the "incremental water" in his own report.

He even took a desperate risk and committed the most lethal and craziest taboo in the modern financial world.

He directly tampered with and forged the financial data of the competing products, Jiyuan Technology and Meituan!

In order to cover up the painful truth that his side was being rubbed into the ground in the sinking market.

In this report submitted to the highest board of directors.

He deliberately erased the terrifying underlying ecosystem's blood-making and defense capabilities of Shen Du's set.

With the fake data he fabricated.

He forcibly created a mirage for this group of Beijing Circle remnants, claiming that "the enemy's funding chain is on the verge of breaking, and their moat is shrinking across the board."

This victory party full of flowers and applause was entirely built on a house of cards of lies that would shatter at a single touch.

Young Master Su Chi could only clench his teeth tightly, drinking poison to quench his thirst in fear.

Because he knew better than anyone.

Once the truth about the forged data was exposed, he would face a double catastrophe on the financial level.

The remnants of the Beijing Circle might be fooled into boiling with excitement by this carefully embellished fake financial report.

But the Wall Street foreign capital representatives sitting at the other end of the conference table, who had been watching coldly all along.

Were by no means puppets that could be easily fooled by a few PPT slides.

These financial giants who truly controlled the lifeline of global capital possessed completely independent and sharp intelligence networks.

The bloodthirsty sense of smell of multinational capital, which was even more sensitive than that of hyenas.

Had long allowed them to see through the layers of false data mist and see the bottomless, terrifying truth behind this meat grinder of a sinking market.

Just as the fanatical atmosphere in the conference room was pushed to its climax.

The blonde representative sitting in the chief position of the foreign capital suddenly raised a hand expressionlessly and made a downward pressing gesture.

Just this one simple action.

Carried an unquestionable, massive sense of oppression, instantly bringing the boiling noise of the entire room to an abrupt halt.

"Everyone, regarding the proposal for subsequent capital injection in the country.

Our foreign capital consortium has gone through an internal emergency evaluation and vote, and we have decided to suspend it completely at this moment."

The blonde representative's voice was like a precise machine without any emotion.

But the words he spat out were like detonating a heavy electromagnetic pulse bomb in the conference room, instantly clearing all the fanaticism to zero.

Ignoring the bewildered and shocked gazes of the whole room, the foreign capital representative directly laid his cards on the table from a position of superiority:

"In the past period of time.

We have already deposited the full 3 billion US dollars of promised early strategic funds into the Su Family's designated account without missing a cent.

However.

Based on the recalculation of subsequent risks, regarding all remaining follow-up investment plans.

We here by officially announce—a total abandonment!"

These words were like a scalpel, mercilessly cutting off the core blood transfusion artery of the foreign capital camp.

In order to ensure that Wall Street capital achieved an absolute bottom-line loss stop in this complete mess that had spiraled out of control.

The foreign capital representative immediately threw out shrewd and domineering exit clauses:

"As a condition for the split, the subsequent battle will be fully led by you.

If, under your operation, the domestic market is finally captured, we will voluntarily concede profits and only want fifteen percent of the shares.

But if it ultimately fails to be captured.

As a hedge against early risks, we will directly take away one-quarter, which is twenty-five percent of the base shares, to recoup our costs!"

This was not a negotiation at all, but a unilateral ultimatum from Wall Street.