188: Chapter 189 Too Small an Appetite! Treating Domestic Speculative Capital as Fertilizer Too!

Shen Du gently stirred the coffee in his cup, his tone so cold it was as if he were discussing tonight's menu:

"Uncle Zhou, I've said it before, the more capital the other side dumps in, the better!"

"But Mr. Shen, their capital volume is too massive..."

"Then eat them up!"

Shen Du interrupted sharply, his voice erupting with extreme arrogance and murderous intent:

"I want to harvest them all! A mere ten billion US dollars in foreign capital is simply not enough for our few families to split! Now that their domestic hot money dares to jump in without knowing their own death, they are the best fertilizer!"

Shen Du sneered and gave his final order with extreme force:

"Do not fear running out of our base positions. Increase the chips immediately, force an inducement! Flatten their capital volume for me!"

"If the other side sees our counterattack and chooses to give up and retreat, then we will net the flesh and blood they dumped earlier."

Shen Du paused, a flash of cold madness capable of destroying everything crossing his eyes:

"If the other side still dares to continue adding chips without knowing their own death... then open your stomachs and eat! I will find a way to fill the remaining capital gap!"

"Beep..." The dial tone of the hung-up phone rang in Zhou Zhenghai's ears. He did not say another word of nonsense, slamming the receiver back onto the landline.

Shen Du's order was a military order. Since he said to eat, then skin and bone included, swallow all the other side's chips!

"Unlock the highest authority offshore account matrix!" Zhou Zhenghai's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared deafeningly at the entire trading room: "Dump The Eight Giants' final reserve capital pool all in for me!"

Everyone outside thought that for the past few years, the Eight Giants of Shanghai had been running on fumes in order to transition into semiconductors. The fact that it had hurt them to scrape together two billion US dollars was a deep-rooted stereotype everyone in the circle held about them.

But those families hiding in the shadows, frantically shorting, had no idea. Over these three years, under the leadership of Shen Du, that bottomless behemoth, these eight business oligarchs who had once experienced life and death had long since completed the bloodiest capital expansion!

Once everything stabilized, their business volume and secret capital pools had long since undergone exponential and terrifying expansion. The current Shanghai Business Alliance was absolutely a bottomless capital black hole!

With Zhou Zhenghai's order, that flow of capital, hidden until the very last moment, finally bared its fangs completely.

On the big screen, the time-sharing line for Jiyuan Entertainment, which had been smashed down to over forty Hong Kong dollars by the flood of short selling and was about to fall into the abyss, suddenly collided head-on with a terrifying, irresistible force of support!

"Eat the orders! Our accounts are frantically eating the orders! The fifty Hong Kong dollar defense line has been reclaimed!"

"Sixty Hong Kong dollar defense line reclaimed!"

"The selling pressure has been forcibly caught! The price is rising!"

Accompanied by the hoarse, excited roars of the traders, this secret capital pool belonging to The Eight Giants was poured out without reservation.

They turned into the most barbaric meat grinder, forcibly tearing a huge hole in the massive short-selling net combined by foreign capital and domestic families. They held up Jiyuan Entertainment's plummeting stock price, fiercely nailing it back to the seventy Hong Kong dollar defense line!

At this moment, the market faced a strange and tense standoff at the limit. At seventy Hong Kong dollars, the hundreds of billions in funds from both the long and short sides formed a strangulation with no way out.

However, looking at the numbers that had finally stabilized on the screen, Zhou Zhenghai slumped back into his chair, exhausted, his shirt already soaked through with cold sweat.

He knew that although the market had temporarily stabilized, this was already the result of the entire Shanghai Business Alliance being completely overdrawn. The hidden hands and trump cards they had accumulated over the years had been completely exhausted in this round of frantic hedging.

The defense line at this moment was as fragile as walking a tightrope. As long as the other side still held back-up plans, as long as one more huge external force entered to short, this cliff-edge defense line built with hundreds of billions in funds would instantly collapse completely!

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Kyoto. Inside a quiet courtyard house, the smoke of agarwood curled up in the study. It formed a strange contrast with the bloody meat grinder battlefield of the Hong Kong Stock Market.

"Buzz—" The encrypted phone on the rosewood desk suddenly vibrated violently. Young Master Su Chi grabbed the phone, and a top-secret order from a core elder of the Beijing Circle popped up on the screen:

"Jiyuan Entertainment's defensive funds have entered a weak state; the defense line is on the verge of collapse. Immediately use the four billion US dollar reserve capital pool in your hands, enter the market to smash it, and give Shen Du the final blow!"

Looking at this order urging a total attack, Young Master Su Chi's sinister eyes stared fixedly at the teetering market on the big screen, deadlocked at seventy Hong Kong dollars.

He did indeed still hold tightly onto a full four billion US dollars in mobile funds. At this critical juncture, where both sides' hundreds of billions in funds had been strangled to the point of exhaustion, if his four billion US dollars were turned into short orders and dumped into the water, it would definitely be the final straw that broke the camel's back. It would instantly destroy the Shanghai Business Alliance's defense line, which had been overdrawn to the limit!

However, not only did Young Master Su Chi not touch the keyboard, he instead slammed the phone face down on the desk. He stared at the screen, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back. He felt a chilling coldness rush straight up his spine to his forehead.

After more than two years of incredibly tragic business warfare, he had suffered too many bloody losses at the hands of that madman, Shen Du. He knew Shen Du's chilling style of doing things all too well. This mad dog never barked when biting!

It was the same in the previous money-burning wars; Shen Du was always in a suppressed, silent state when laying out his plans. But once he, like this time, made a big show of releasing news, drawing hatred, and setting up formations, it meant this madman had long since dug a mass grave. He was ready to deliver a fatal, final blow to all the opponents who had entered the game!

On the current market, since The Eight Giants were still frantically pouring funds to hold the seventy Hong Kong dollar defense line, it meant that the real show had not yet reached its climax. That giant hand of Shen Du's, hidden in the shadows and prepared to sweep the whole board, had definitely not fallen yet!

"Young Master..." The butler to the side, watching Young Master Su Chi's pupils, which had contracted violently and then gradually returned to clarity, swallowed his saliva and cautiously asked for instructions: "They are urging very tightly on the other side, should we execute immediately?"

"No need." Young Master Su Chi suddenly snapped back to reality, waved his hand decisively, a flash of heart-stopping clarity in his eyes. On the edge of the cliff, he forcibly pulled on the reins.

"Pretend to transfer that four billion US dollar liquid capital to Hong Kong." Young Master Su Chi leaned back into the armchair, his voice extremely cold as he issued an order of outward compliance but inward defiance: "Use those gray cross-border channels with the most cumbersome procedures and strictest reviews, but the least loss, to circulate it!"

The butler was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood his young master's sinister intention to avoid the war and save his own life.

"Just let them see that our capital pool is moving." Young Master Su Chi picked up his teacup, watching the long and short sides still frantically killing each other on the screen with cold eyes, a cruel arc curling at the corner of his mouth: "If those old fogies in the Beijing Circle insist on rushing to their deaths, I won't stop them. But my money, not a single cent of it will be dumped into that bottomless dead end!"