104: Chapter 104 Overnight Reverse Harvesting of Hundreds of Billions of Dollars, Overseas Tycoons Panic
"Click."
A crisp tapping sound echoed through the quiet presidential suite.
The sound was faint, yet it felt like a command to open the gates of hell.
At the very moment Qin Yuan's finger pressed the "Execute" key.
An unstoppable, terrifying torrent of capital, capable of roiling global financial markets, surged violently from the secret accounts of the Swiss Bank through dozens of encrypted submarine cables and flooded into the Nasdaq Stock Exchange's data center!
Five hundred billion US dollars!
This terrifying wealth, enough to buy several small to medium-sized countries, opened its greedy, gaping maw like a prehistoric beast that had broken free from all its shackles.
And it had only one prey.
Rothschild!
...
Nasdaq Stock Exchange, trading floor.
There were nine minutes left before the market closed.
Chief Trading Officer Paul had already opened a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne in celebration of victory.
Standing at the highest point like a king, he looked down at the traders below who were cheering for him.
The stock price of "Mengyun Capital" had been successfully hammered down by them to a pitiful one dollar.
Their account's floating profit had surpassed a staggering one hundred billion US dollars!
This was a textbook-perfect short sale that would go down in history!
"Gentlemen! Ladies!"
Paul raised his glass and shouted spiritedly.
"Tonight, let us revel to our hearts' content!"
"Let us play the requiem for that stupid Eastern kid's bankruptcy!"
"Oh, oh, oh!"
The traders let out excited wolf howls, and countless ribbons were thrown into the air.
However, at that very moment!
A sudden change occurred!
"Boss! Look at the screen!"
A young trader suddenly let out a scream as if he had seen a ghost, his finger trembling as he pointed at the candlestick chart.
Paul frowned in annoyance, thinking his subordinate was making a fuss over nothing.
He glanced at the screen nonchalantly.
With just one look, the smile on his face instantly froze.
The candlestick line, which should have been lying dead at the limit-down price, suddenly acted as if it had been injected with adrenaline, surging crazily upward at an inconceivable, nearly ninety-degree vertical angle!
The trading volume bar at the bottom of the screen exploded with an unprecedented, eye-piercing red volume peak!
One order... then another...
Hundreds and thousands of super buy orders in the "hundreds of millions" range flooded the market like a tidal wave!
"What's going on?!"
The blood drained from Paul's face instantly.
"Where are all these buy orders coming from?! Which bastard is going against us?!"
"I... I don't know, Boss!"
The subordinate's voice was already laced with a crying tone.
"This capital is too massive! Our sell orders... our sell orders are like throwing stones into the ocean; they can't even stir up a splash!"
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Paul's pupils contracted violently. He stared fixedly at the screen, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
He remembered.
When they were hammering the market earlier, although the other side was retreating step by step, there was always a faint, mysterious force quietly accumulating chips in the deepest part of the order book.
So... so that wasn't resistance!
That was a trap!
All the cheap chips they had dumped earlier had been swallowed up by the other side!
"Quick! Close the positions!"
Paul finally snapped out of it and roared hysterically.
"Close all our short positions! Quickly!"
However, it was already too late.
The most terrifying and bloody slaughter in finance—a "short squeeze"—was officially underway!
Qin Yuan's coalition controlled almost all the circulating shares in the market.
They only bought, they didn't sell!
If the short sellers in the market wanted to close their positions, they had to buy back the shares from them.
And the price was decided by Qin Yuan!
Five dollars!
Ten dollars!
Fifty dollars!
One hundred dollars!
The stock price of "Mengyun Capital" shot up like a rocket, soaring crazily in a way that completely defied market laws!
In just three minutes!
The stock price was forcibly dragged from one dollar to the terrifying high of two hundred dollars!
"It's circuit-broken! My God! It triggered an upward circuit breaker!"
The trading hall was deathly silent.
Everyone looked like a duck with its neck strangled, mouths wide open, unable to make a sound.
They watched helplessly as that red candlestick line, like a miracle, pierced through the top of the screen.
As for Paul, he had collapsed and was kneeling on the floor.
His eyes were lifeless, his pupils dilated, and he kept muttering to himself.
"It's over..."
"It's all over..."
The fifteen-fold leverage had, at this moment, become a fifteen-fold death warrant.
Not only had they lost all their previous profits, but even their principal and margin of over three hundred billion US dollars had vanished into thin air the moment the stock price was blown up!
It even... triggered the most terrifying "chain liquidation"!
They owed the exchange a mountain of debt they could never pay off!
...
Europe, ancient castle.
Jack Rothschild had just hung up the phone with Chief Trading Officer Paul.
He elegantly swirled the red wine in his glass, a contemptuous smile on his lips.
"The stupid Easterner must be experiencing what despair is right now."
He said with a chuckle to a noble partner beside him who was also from a prestigious family.
"That's for sure, Jack."
The partner sycophantically agreed.
"In front of you, the financial emperor, he isn't even fit to carry your shoes."
"I just wonder if he will jump from the top floor of the 'Sky Throne Hotel'; that would truly be a nice sight to see."
The two looked at each other and laughed, their laughter filled with mockery for the loser.
At this moment, Jack's private encrypted phone suddenly rang like crazy.
It was the highest-level emergency call from the exchange's risk control center.
Jack frowned in annoyance and answered the phone.
"What is it? Didn't I say not to disturb me while I'm celebrating..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a terrified voice on the other end of the line, choked with sobs.
"Mr. Rothschild! Something happened! Something terrible happened!"
"Your account... your family account... has been liquidated!!"
"What?!"
The smile on Jack's face instantly froze, and his hand holding the phone tightened violently.
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?! There is over a hundred billion in floating profit in my account! How could it be liquidated?!"
"It's true! Sir!"
The voice on the other end of the line was filled with despair.
"Just a moment ago! A mysterious, unimaginable amount of capital entered the market! They pulled the stock price of 'Mengyun Capital' from one dollar to two hundred dollars!"
"All your short positions have been... have been forcibly closed!"
"We not only lost all our money, but we... we also triggered a liquidation deficit! We now owe the exchange eighty billion US dollars!"
"Boom!"
Jack's brain felt as if a bomb had detonated inside it, instantly going blank.
The reason and composure he was so proud of were completely shattered at this moment.
He stumbled to his computer, his hands trembling, and entered his account password.
When he saw that bright red, eye-piercing "-80 billion" deficit notification, Jack shuddered, and a sweet taste rose in his throat.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood sprayed out like a fountain from his mouth, staining the expensive white wool carpet red.
Clutching his aching chest, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.
In the final moment before losing consciousness, it seemed as if the words that Eastern kid had spoken to him at the banquet echoed in his ears.
"The game has only just begun."
In sharp contrast to the chaos and wailing inside the ancient castle was the "Sky Throne Hotel" in Xingang City.
Qin Yuan looked at the candlestick line on the screen that had been sealed at the limit-up price, as well as the string of profit numbers in his account that was long enough to make one dizzy.
Overnight, he had performed a reverse harvest of nearly two hundred billion US dollars from the Rothschild alliance!
Those small tycoons who had followed the trend to short the market and participated in boycotting the Qin Family had gone bankrupt in droves!
The entire overseas financial circle was filled with wailing!
A cold arc curled up on the corners of Qin Yuan's mouth.
He turned his head and looked at Vampire Princess Anna and Afu, who were already too shocked by this scene to speak.
"Now, the financial trouble is resolved."
"It's time to go deal with that... Crooked-Mouth Dragon King who likes to play with physics."