104: The resounding victory came to an end.

Cries of selling echoed throughout the exchange.

The hot money and retail investors who had been following Abu Fujita in a buying frenzy were instantly gripped by fear.

They didn't have Abu Fujita's financial strength and were even more afraid of being dragged into the quagmire of spot delivery.

They scrambled to close their positions and some even started shorting.

Under the immense selling pressure, cotton futures prices plummeted like an avalanche.

The sky-high prices from moments ago were frantically erased by traders and replaced with lower, terrifying numbers!

"baka! What's going on?!"

On the second floor, the smug look on Abu Fujita's face instantly froze, turning into shock and fury.

He stared intently at the bulletin board and the price curve that was dropping like a cliff,

as well as Louis Scola, who stood in the VIP section with a cold expression!

He understood instantly that this was a trap set specifically for him.

Although it wasn't clear yet which European power was targeting their Sakura Empire.

But without a doubt, the foreign devils were definitely the ones plotting behind the scenes.

The Chinese people were dragging him down in the front, while the foreign devils behind them were harvesting him at the critical moment.

Those 5,000 tons of spot goods were the Grim Reaper's scythe that would harvest his long position fortress.

"Hold on! Buy! Buy it up!" Abu Fujita roared at his subordinates.

But panic had already set in, and the selling pressure swept in like a magnitude 12 tsunami after an earthquake, carrying world-destroying power.

The funds he invested were instantly submerged.

The broker also ran over, dripping with sweat: "President! Margin! Quick! We need to add a huge margin! Otherwise... otherwise, we'll face a forced liquidation!"

Abu Fujita's face was as pale as paper. Looking at the irreversible collapse, his body swayed, and he could barely stand.

The cotton long position fortress he had painstakingly built and invested heavily in.

Under the impact of 5,000 tons of actual spot goods and the subsequent market panic, the price of cotton futures collapsed.

On the massive market board, the numbers representing cotton seemed to be struck by an invisible giant axe, falling frantically like a cliff.

Every time the numbers flipped, it was accompanied by heart-wrenching wails and curses exploding from the crowd.

"It's over! It's all over!" A middle-aged man in a silk shirt said, his face as white as a sheet.

His eyes stared fixedly at the jumping, shrinking numbers, his body trembling violently.

Finally, as if all his bones had been removed, he slumped to the ground with a "thud," muttering to himself with hollow eyes.

Crumpled trading receipts were scattered around him.

More people rushed toward the trading counters like headless flies.

Waving their arms, they shouted hoarsely, "Close the position! Close it for me! Hurry!"

Their voices were filled with extreme fear and pleading.

However, the numbers on the quote board poured down like a waterfall, and there was no time for transactions to be completed.

Every second, their wealth was evaporating at an alarming rate.

Desperate cries, frantic curses, the dull thud of bodies hitting railings, the sound of receipts being torn... all intertwined into a suffocating symphony of hell.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat, smoke, and a heavy scent of despair.

These speculators, who not long ago were dreaming of getting rich and had glowing faces.

Now, only ashen horror and the dullness of total despair remained on their faces.

Massive wealth vanished in an instant, and the entire exchange was filled with the aura of bankruptcy and destruction, like a living hell.

By this time, Louis Scola had already left silently, as if he had never appeared.

Quietly he leaves, just as quietly as he came;

With a gentle wave of his hand, he sends the japanese to the afterlife.

In the corner of the hall, Chen Liting watched the plummeting prices.

Hearing the surrounding exclamations about "Louis Scola" and the 5,000 tons of spot goods, he suddenly snapped out of his daze.

Incredible joy and excitement erupted in his eyes.

It's him! It's him! It must be Lu Fan taking action!

Only he possessed those decisive 5,000 tons of spot goods.

And could turn the tide like a god descending to earth at the most critical moment!

Chen Liting clenched his fist tightly, suppressing the urge to scream out.

He ordered his equally stunned traders, "What are you waiting for? Short it! Go all in and short! Harvest them!"

With the full-scale counterattack by Chen Liting and other Chinese short-sellers, the cotton futures price completely collapsed, plummeting all the way to the bottom.

A financial strangulation targeting the Chinese cotton textile industry,

was completely crushed under the heavy hammer of Louis Scola's 5,000 tons of spot goods and precise financial sniping!

Abu Fujita and Youxin Foreign Firm suffered heavy losses and were severely weakened.

When the closing bell rang, Chen Liting looked toward the VIP section, which was now empty.

Louis Scola had vanished silently, just as he had arrived,

leaving behind only a legend of saving the day and a messy battlefield of long positions.

The moon rose above the willow branches.

In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Peace Hotel, Lu Fan woke up leisurely.

He hadn't closed his eyes for a day and a night, having traveled over 1,200 kilometers.

As soon as he returned to the Shanghai, he rushed into the futures exchange at the first opportunity, turning the tide and saving the situation from the brink of collapse.

After such an intense two days and one night, even an iron man wouldn't be able to hold out.

That's right, the Eagle Sauce cotton merchant Louis Scola who appeared at the exchange was Lu Fan.

Lighting a cigarette, he opened his system task bar.

[Main Quest 3, Complete. Reward: 20,000 Points, one random Gem Card]

[Quest Completion 123%, Evaluation: SS, Reward: 20,000 Points. One Random Supply Card, one random Space Rune]

After opening the blind box, several cards appeared.

[Repair Gem: 100% repairs damaged items]

[5,000 tons of Cement]

[One Double Space Expansion Rune]

Good stuff, all good stuff.

He had been rushing back all the way without stopping.

Even Bond's ride couldn't handle it; the DB5 was almost driven to the point of being scrapped.

Coupled with the previous gunfight with the Long, Hu, and Bao brothers, this buddy would be scrapped if not repaired soon.

Whether it was repaired in this era or back in the modern era, it would be a huge trouble.

Just as he didn't know what to do, the system provided help in his time of need.

This Repair Gem happened to come in handy.

The 5,000 tons of cement were an even more urgently needed construction material, topping Bai Jinbiao's list.

Once this batch of cement is handed over to Bai Jinbiao, it's foreseeable that the industrial zone will take off.

Not to mention that last Double Space Expansion Rune.

It could directly double his space capacity. What more could be said?

Without a second thought, he was about to crush the rune to expand his space again.

But then, the cold system notification sounded.

[The maximum space capacity for a Gold Merchant is 100 cubic meters. Conditions not met; the expansion rune cannot be used.]

Lu Fan jumped right off the bed.

There's even a restriction like this?

What the hell~~~~