161: Chapter 162 The Panic-Driven Retreat on Wall Street! The Su Family's Billion-Dollar Scheme: Father and Son Turn Against Their Allies

As soon as the words fell, there was no superfluous explanation.

Nor was there any room left for Young Master Su Chi and the titans of the Beijing Circle to argue or plead.

The several foreign capital representatives acted as if they were fleeing a lethal plague of the Black Death.

They nimbly shoved the documents on the table into their briefcases.

With cold faces, they pushed open the heavy wooden doors of the conference room without hesitation and strode out of the venue.

Leaving behind only a group of Beijing Circle titans in the vast conference room, their smiles frozen on their faces as they looked at each other in bewilderment.

Watching the conference room doors slam shut.

Those Beijing Circle elders, who had long been forced to flee their homeland and could only rely on the Su Family for domestic intelligence.

Not only did they fail to realize the impending disaster, but they also erupted into a wave of arrogant and short-sighted mockery.

"Let them go!

These Wall Street foreigners are greedier than anyone when things are going smoothly, but now that they've hit a slight stalemate, they're so scared they've shown their true colors."

One Beijing Circle titan snorted disdainfully, his eyes flashing with undisguised greed:

"Since they've voluntarily given up on subsequent capital injections.

Then once we've completely broken through the sinking market, having fewer people to split the profits will actually be a great thing for us!"

Listening to this reckless rejoicing and celebration around him.

Standing at the presentation podium, Young Master Su Chi felt as if his entire body had fallen into an ice cave; cold sweat had completely soaked through his clothes.

Others couldn't see through it.

But he knew better than anyone.

Why those foreign capital giants, who possessed the world's top financial instincts, were fleeing frantically without looking back, as if escaping a lethal nuclear explosion.

Because the Wall Street actuaries.

Had long since seen through the fog of his forged data to the underlying logic of Shen Du that capital simply could not pierce!

Facing the combined upper and lower limits of Jiyuan Technology and Meituan.

The domestic sinking market had already become an impenetrable fortress.

Downstream, Shen Du used overbearing rules to force products to lower their prices, thereby frantically harvesting the loyalty of C-end users.

And upstream.

He used the terrifying profit pool of the Xinghuo Platform, which was like a money-printing machine, to provide full cash transfusions to B-end merchants.

This strategy had long since completely surpassed all conventional commercial categories in a century of Western economics.

Under this perverse and perfect closed loop of profit ecosystem.

Even if Jiyuan Technology, the main entity, didn't earn a single cent.

As long as the daily profits could be accurately and flawlessly distributed, this setup would never collapse!

It was precisely because the foreign investors understood this completely unreasonable dimensionality-reduction strike by Shen Du that they chose to cut their losses without hesitation.

And the colorful soap bubble that Young Master Su Chi had blown up with fake data.

Was actually already at the critical point of total explosion.

However, the huge information gap and blind greed had completely blinded the eyes of these Beijing Circle families.

Amidst the false prosperity that these people were celebrating.

This supreme board meeting, which could have triggered a trust crisis across the entire multinational camp at any moment.

Had actually come to a close in such an absurd yet narrowly escaped manner.

When the two heavy, copper-clad doors of the conference room finally closed, shutting out all the noise and footsteps from the outside.

The vast, empty conference room fell into a deathly silence.

The mask of pride that Young Master Su Chi had been forcing himself to wear as a multinational elite completely crumbled in that instant.

His legs went weak, and he slumped dejectedly into his leather chair.

Covering his pale, sweat-drenched cheeks with his hands, his voice was filled with bottomless despair and trembling.

"Dad... the foreign capital has run off.

Those people on Wall Street have no intention of playing with us anymore."

Young Master Su Chi raised his bloodshot eyes to look at his father, Su Qu, who had been sitting in the shadows:

"We simply cannot break Shen Du's setup.

If we keep holding on like this, it won't take two months.

Once the Beijing Circle elders discover that I've forged accounts and misappropriated competitor data.

Our entire Su Family will be completely finished!"

Facing this dead end that was about to lead to eternal damnation.

This once arrogant multinational young master finally felt true fear.

However, facing his son who was on the verge of a breakdown, Su Qu, who had remained silent, showed not the slightest panic on his face.

Instead, in the dim light, he slowly curled his lips into a cold, chilling, and eerie smile.

"Finished?

Hmph, I, Su Qu, have been grinding in Beijing for most of my life, and the word 'finished' has never existed in my dictionary."

Su Qu picked up the tea that had long since gone cold on the table, took a light sip, and his eyes flashed with a sinister, deep green light like an old wolf:

"It doesn't matter; if the foreign capital has withdrawn, let it withdraw.

Since we are destined to lose this battle against that little fox Shen Du on the front lines.

Then we will simply pull a move—turn their own strategy against them!"

Young Master Su Chi jerked his head up, looking at his father with astonishment.

"If we can't beat Shen Du, can't we just devour our own people?"

Su Qu put down his teacup and finally revealed the most vicious trump card in this endgame to his son:

"In the coming time.

You go and secretly conspire with a few core Beijing Circle families who are closest to our Su Family and whose hands aren't exactly clean.

Have them act as moles."

"Externally, we must continue to hold high the banner of 'increasing subsidies and fighting to the bitter end,' and make the books look beautiful!

But behind the scenes, I want you to use layers of complex overseas financial means.

To slowly, quietly, and completely siphon and devour the remaining ten-plus billion yuan in reserve funds from the main account into our Su Family's own offshore accounts!"

Listening to his father's terrifying, "ghoul-like" poisonous scheme, Young Master Su Chi gasped, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

This was using the corpses of their allies to feed the wolf that was the Su Family!

"Don't feel afraid.

The essence of capital is to devour people."

Su Qu stood up coldly and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the massive city:

"Even if we end up pocketing all ten-plus billion, cut off all subsidies, and the foundation completely rots, so what?

With such a massive population base in the country.

The 20% to 30% of the sinking market share we currently hold in our hands—even a rotting ship has three pounds of nails!"

"As long as these shares are operating in our hands, plus the massive amount of over ten billion yuan in cash we've devoured from our allies...

This monstrous fortune will be enough for our Su Family to flee overseas and live in comfort, spending it for ten lifetimes without running out!"

The old fox turned around and spat out the eternal dark law, word by word:

"Better them than me!"

The empty conference room fell into a suffocating silence once again.

After a long while, Young Master Su Chi's Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed with difficulty.

The fear that had been on the verge of collapse in his eyes began to dissipate bit by bit in the face of this ten-billion-yuan blueprint outlined by his father.

Replacing it was a twisted, even more insane greed and malice than Su Qu's.

"I understand, Father."

Young Master Su Chi stood up slowly, straightened his sweat-soaked collar, and curled his lips into a cruel, cold smile.

He no longer had any objections.

He turned and pushed open the door.

Walking into the darkness of the corridor, he began to mercilessly execute this strangulation of all the allies in the camp.