162: Chapter 163 Three Billion Dollars Flee Overnight, Shen Du's Unsatisfied "Pig Slaughter"

At the end of July in Shanghai.

The entire city was enveloped in a stifling, midsummer heatwave.

However, inside the top-floor office of the Jiyuan Technology headquarters building.

The atmosphere was experiencing a violent "earthquake" sufficient to shake the entire business world.

General Manager Chen Shengqiang didn't even bother to knock; he pushed directly through the heavy solid wood doors of the CEO's office.

This fierce general, who had spent the past half-year fighting tooth and nail in the sinking market,

was breathing exceptionally fast at this moment,

his hands clutching tightly to a newly printed cross-border financial monitoring report.

"CEO Shen! We just received the most critical anomaly intelligence regarding funds passing through the Hong Kong gateway!"

General Manager Chen Shengqiang strode toward the sandalwood desk, his voice trembling slightly from extreme excitement:

"Just this morning.

On the side of the foreign capital's base camp, those $3 billion-plus in follow-up reserve funds—which were originally lying in offshore transit accounts with plans to enter the country in batches early next year... suddenly withdrew all defenses!"

"I don't know what kind of massive shock occurred within their internal ranks.

This enormous sum, originally intended to continue the war of attrition against us, changed direction without any warning.

Like a receding tide, it frantically fled the Asian regulatory zone and flowed directly into several overseas tax havens in the Caribbean!"

Listening to General Manager Chen Shengqiang's thunderous report, the entire office fell into a brief, deathly silence.

For cross-border funds of this billion-dollar scale, every large-scale movement requires high channel loss costs.

This abnormal and undisguised retreat trajectory,

in the sandbox simulation of macro-finance, released only one unambiguous signal.

Those Wall Street major shareholders who had always been high and mighty, attempting to harvest local dividends with the purest waterfall of US dollars,

as well as those Beijing Circle relics hiding overseas, dreaming of returning to the peak,

had finally had their spines completely broken by this ruthless sinking meat grinder!

Facing Jiyuan Technology's freakish hematopoietic hub and its impenetrable iron-wall ecosystem,

they had completely conceded.

Transnational capital ultimately followed its bloodthirsty and cold profit-seeking instinct,

choosing the most decisive self-amputation to survive, and completely abandoning the endless war of attrition against Shen Du.

This heart-stopping, century-defining meat grinder battle that burned through over 10 billion RMB,

finally brought down its heavy curtain in this midsummer of late July!

Listening to General Manager Chen Shengqiang's near-roaring, excited report,

this CEO's office, which had been permeated with a cold, murderous aura for the past few months,

finally welcomed a hint of long-lost relaxation.

Shen Du's cold, stern face, which had been as tense as ten-thousand-year-old black ice, finally thawed a little at this moment.

However, on the face of this leader who had lived two lifetimes, one could not see any of the wild joy typical of surviving a disaster or winning against a stronger opponent.

On the contrary.

He leaned back gently against the leather chair, a trace of undisguisable disappointment and regret flickering in his eyes.

"Capital withdrawal was only a matter of time; this was within our projections."

Shen Du picked up the teacup on the table, his tone so flat it was as if he were merely discussing a trivial matter:

"But I truly didn't expect the psychological defense line of that Wall Street crowd to be so fragile.

They had only just poured in over $6 billion, and they were already unable to hold on, choosing to cut their losses and abandon the rest."

Shen Du sighed, looking out the window at the bustling city under the scorching sun, and said faintly:

"Originally, in my plan,

I intended to use a method of slow slicing to grind this group of foreign investors to death little by little,

and ultimately keep their entire prepared budget of over $10 billion within our local market without leaving a single cent behind... What a pity!"

Hearing this "What a pity," General Manager Chen Shengqiang, who was standing in front of the desk, froze abruptly.

In the mindset of a conventional entrepreneur,

being able to force a multinational giant with a $10 billion backing to retreat using only half the funds

was already an epic victory worthy of being recorded in global business school textbooks.

But in Shen Du's macroeconomic perspective, which spanned over a decade of dimensions,

the ultimate goal of this battle was never just to defeat a mere Young Master Su Chi.

He was playing a true macro-level game of chess.

He wanted to "slaughter the pig" entirely, using the blood of transnational capital to forcefully feed the domestic bottom-tier ecosystem!

"Old Chen, you have to understand.

If a country's market wants to truly possess vitality,

the most core foundation does not lie in how much money the top-tier companies make,

but in whether the common people at the very bottom have any spare money in their hands."

Shen Du looked at the somewhat stunned General Manager Chen Shengqiang, his voice low as he revealed the economic logic behind this business war:

"Think about it.

If everyone is pinching pennies every day just to get by on oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar,

and even basic food and clothing require careful calculation,

then how could there be explosive revenue for local entertainment consumption, live-streaming tips, or even the entire high-end internet ecosystem on our Xinghuo Platform?"

"That was over $10 billion!

Converted, that's tens of billions of RMB!

Although this money was poured into the sinking market in the form of 'subsidies' and 'burning cash',

once these tens of billions are fully converted into living allowances for the bottom-tier common people, the economic multiplier effect created will be terrifying!"

"This massive flow of fresh water will allow countless grassroots merchants in the market to make a fortune.

And only when these merchants truly make money

will they expand production, recruit workers, and develop into larger enterprises and companies.

This is the truly healthy internal circulation ecosystem."

Shen Du shook his head, a mocking cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "We did win, but we only left behind their 'corpse' of over $6 billion.

Those actuaries on Wall Street really ran fast enough.

In the end, we still couldn't drain their final assets on our land."

After a brief moment of contemplation and reflection, Shen Du quickly put away that superfluous regret.

As the commander of a multi-billion dollar empire, he knew better than anyone that the business world is like a battlefield.

Since the greatest strategic goal had been achieved and the opponent had cut their losses and left the field,

he absolutely could not let his massive fleet continue to sink into a meaningless war of attrition.

He raised his head slightly, and his previously regretful eyes instantly returned to their usual calculating state:

"Old Chen, since the Wall Street side is ready to end this game,

then there is no need for us to continue wasting time with them any longer."

"Pass the word down: full-scale net closing!"

Shen Du tapped his fingers gently on the tabletop, issuing the final order to end this century-defining business war:

"Immediately stop all blind follow-ups and additions in the market.

We only need to finish distributing the final round of 'Livelihood Assistance' subsidies that have already been approved, following the original rhythm steadily.

Stabilize the public sentiment and the final landscape, that is enough.

From today on, do not add even a single cent of extra combat budget to the market."