159: Chapter 159 Chen Muyang's Financial Nuclear Bomb

Imperial Capital, Courtyard House.

The night breeze brushed through the old locust tree in the courtyard, making a soft rustling sound.

After Chen Nianyao finished handling matters at school and returned home, she didn't feel the relaxation she had imagined; instead, the atmosphere in the house felt a bit heavier. Su Wanqing leaned on her husband's shoulder, her hand gently stroking her lower abdomen, a lingering trace of fear still on her face. The turmoil today made her truly feel the malice coming from that family.

"Dad, the personal counterattack is over."

Chen Muyang pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose; the lenses reflected the light in the study, masking the chill in his eyes.

"Since they dared to touch my mother and my sister, we can't just let them feel a little pain. We must pull them out by the roots." He looked at Chen Fan, his tone calm yet firm, "Now, it is time for their core industry, the Chen Group."

Chen Fan looked at his son, this genius who had long since made a name for himself on Wall Street, now possessing a sharp edge in his eyes meant for protecting his family. He said nothing more, took out an encrypted USB drive from his desk drawer—identical to the one Chen Nianyao had, completely pitch-black—placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Chen Muyang.

"The final step of the 'Heavenly Punishment' plan." Chen Fan's voice was very soft, "Inside are the most fatal loopholes in all of the Chen Group's financial statements—a massive amount of illegal guarantees they made for an overseas shell company. That company will file for bankruptcy within forty-eight hours."

Chen Muyang picked up the USB drive; the cold touch on his fingertips felt like holding a sharp blade about to taste blood.

"I authorize you to use all the resources of the Huihuang Group on Wall Street." Chen Fan looked at him, "Go execute it."

"Understood."

Chen Muyang didn't waste a single word and turned to walk into his room. A few minutes later, an encrypted line crossed the Pacific Ocean, connecting to the heart of world finance—Wall Street.

"Hi, Jesse, it's me." Chen Muyang spoke into the headset, his fluent English devoid of any accent, "I need you to help me short a stock, the ticker is..."

On the other end of the line was Jesse, a hedge fund manager on Wall Street known by the name "Vulture." After hearing Chen Muyang's plan, this financial titan, who had seen countless storms, fell into a rare silence.

"Muyang, my friend, are you crazy?" Jesse's voice came through the current, carrying a hint of gravity, "The Chen Group is a century-old enterprise; their cash reserves and ability to defend the stock are beyond imagination. Shorting them on their home turf is tantamount to suicide. We could be counter-strangled into bankruptcy by their defensive funds."

"I will bear the risk." Chen Muyang's tone did not waver in the slightest.

"No, this isn't a question of risk, this is..."

Chen Muyang interrupted him directly: "Jesse, tell me, are you doing it or not?"

The other end of the line remained silent for even longer, and finally, a sigh came through: "I need to see the market's reaction first."

At 9:30 AM, the Shanghai and Shenzhen stock markets opened on time.

Chen Muyang sat in front of the computer and calmly typed in the command.

In the first second of the opening, a massive sell order worth ten billion was thrown into the Chen Group's calm stock price pool like a meteorite from the sky.

Beijing, the top floor of the Chen Group headquarters building, the trading room.

"Head of the family! There is unknown capital maliciously shorting us!" The trading supervisor's roar tore through the tranquility of the morning.

"Investigate! Use all reserve funds, pull the stock price up for me!" Chen Tianyou's eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged lion.

A war without gunpowder erupted instantly.

However much the Huihuang Group threw out, the Chen Group swallowed. Under the Chen family's insane, cost-no-object defense, the stock price not only didn't fall but was forcefully pulled up by three percentage points.

In an instant, the headlines of major financial news outlets were rapidly refreshed.

【An amateur's suicidal attack? Huihuang Group shorts Chen Group with ten billion, encounters strong resistance!】

【Expert analysis: This move by Huihuang Group has no financial logic and is likely to result in a huge loss.】

The email from Chen Muyang's ally on Wall Street, Jesse, also arrived on time.

【Muyang, do you see it? Their ability to defend the stock is too strong. I formally refuse to participate in this operation. I advise you to cut your losses immediately.】

The traders inside the Huihuang Group, watching the sell orders being constantly swallowed on the screen, began to sweat.

"Young Master Muyang, our sell orders are about to be eaten up! Should we continue?"

Chen Muyang ignored everyone's advice and skepticism. He looked at the K-line on the screen that had been forcefully pulled into the red, and instead, a cold arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

This was the moment he had been waiting for. Waiting for Chen Tianyou to pour all the funds he could mobilize into this false prosperity.

"Take all the chips we have left," Chen Muyang said into the microphone, issuing an order that made everyone's scalp tingle, "dump them all in within three minutes!"

"What?!"

"Young Master, that is..."

"Execute."

Boom!

Another astronomical sell order, like a tsunami destroying everything, slammed into the market without warning.

All investors and institutions were stunned. What kind of operation is this? Hurting the enemy by eight hundred and damaging oneself by one thousand?

In the Chen Group's trading room, Chen Tianyou looked at that sell order which had appeared out of thin air and was enough to crush everything; the color drained from his face instantly.

"Hold! At all costs, hold for me!" He grabbed the phone and roared crazily at the heads of several aristocratic families on the other end.

The funds of both sides were engaged in the most brutal strangulation in the market; the stock price's K-line chart turned into an electrocardiogram twitching violently.

Just at the moment when the market deadlock reached white-hot intensity.

Chen Muyang opened another communication interface and sent the final message to Jesse.

【Send this news to your friend at The Wall Street Journal.】

A few minutes later.

A breaking news flash came from across the ocean, instantly detonating the global financial world.

【Exclusive scoop: China's Chen Group is suspected of providing massive illegal guarantees for an overseas subsidiary; the subsidiary has filed for bankruptcy protection in the Cayman Islands today, and the Chen Group may face a debt black hole of tens of billions!】

This news, like a thunderclap, exploded in a pot of boiling oil.

All investors instantly understood the true intention behind the Huihuang Group's "suicidal" attack.

This was not an attack; this was a judgment!

Panic spread like a plague.

Retail investors and institutions that had been watching from the sidelines began to sell off their stocks like crazy.

Sell orders! Sell orders! All sell orders!

Stampede! Stampede! Stampede!

The Chen Group's defensive funds, which had been as solid as a rock just moments ago, could not hold on for even a second in the face of this torrent of panic and were instantly washed away.

The stock price plummeted in a cliff-like collapse at a perfect vertical angle.

At 3:00 PM, the bell for the market close rang.

On the big screen, the Chen Group's stock price froze on a blood-red number.

A news flash popped up on everyone's mobile phone in the Imperial Capital.

【Breaking News: Shanghai market closed; the Chen Group's market value evaporated by over fifty billion today, setting a record for the largest single-day drop in the A-share market.】

Inside the Huihuang Group's trading room, there was deathly silence.

Everyone was staring blankly at the green on the screen that represented victory, feeling like they had just had a dream.

Chen Muyang glanced at the final number, his face devoid of any expression.

He turned off the computer, stood up calmly, and walked slowly out of the trading room amidst the awe-filled gazes of everyone.

Outside the window, the sky of the Imperial Capital had completely changed color.