rpbooks Chapter 36 An international financial tycoon tried to short me, and in a few seconds he lost everyth
Chapter 36 An international financial tycoon tried to short me, and in a few seconds he lost everyth
Mu Qingxue placed a stock market analysis report showing that all stocks were down in the red in front of Lin Xian.
Her hands, which usually held a wine glass with unwavering steadiness, were now trembling slightly and uncontrollably.
Boss, those ruthless crocodiles on Wall Street have teamed up.
They are envious of the soaring cash flow of our holographic amusement park and have gathered a massive short-selling fund of three trillion US dollars.
The stock prices of those shell companies we use overseas for accounting purposes have been driven to rock bottom.
Lin Xian didn't even yawn, and used the holographic fishing rod to pull the virtual great white shark that was thrashing on the beach back into the sea.
He thought it was some earth-shattering event, but it turned out to be just a group of gamblers playing a numbers game with paper money.
Three trillion US dollars sounds terrifying, but compared to his unlimited system of funds, it doesn't even qualify to be thrown in and make a sound.
Lin Xian casually stuck his fishing rod into the sand and leaned against a coconut tree to find a more comfortable lying position.
He didn't even have the interest to glance at the report.
Xiaotian, go and turn on the quantum artificial intelligence on the main control computer in the server room.
Mu Xiaotian stood barefoot on the virtual beach, half a lollipop dangling from her mouth, and mumbled a reply.
She quickly swiped out the virtual control panel and transferred the highest level of access to the manor's underlying AI hub.
Lin Xian snapped his fingers at the air, his tone revealing a sleepy languor.
The system will take over all our overseas accounts and teach these old crocodiles a lesson.
I want them to lose everything, even their underwear, within three seconds.
Cold, mechanical electronic sounds echoed above the suspended living room.
The instruction has been received, and the highest level of financial counter-strangulation procedures have been initiated.
On the other side of the world, in the Wall Street trading center, the atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like it was about to explode.
Several gray-haired financial tycoons sat in a cigar club, raising champagne to celebrate the upcoming siege of the century.
In their eyes, even if that young Chinese man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere possessed alien technology, he was still a complete novice when it came to capital operations.
As long as his funding is cut off, those groundbreaking black technology blueprints will eventually fall into their pockets.
Just as the hook-nosed old man was about to down his glass of champagne...
The advanced terminal monitor on the table, which was connected to the global stock market, suddenly emitted a piercing alarm.
The previously unstoppable short-selling curve seemed to have crashed into a sighing wall made of pure gold.
A terrifying flow of funds, too massive to be measured in numbers, shattered their sell orders in microseconds.
The old man's wine glass fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into countless sparkling shards.
In a single second, their three trillion US dollars in initial investment was completely swallowed up, without even a ripple.
In two seconds, the quantum AI traced their funds in reverse and forcibly bought all of their core holdings.
In just three seconds, all the cash flow, stocks, and even secret trust funds under the names of these few dominant figures in the international financial world, which had dominated for decades, were forcibly liquidated.
The trading floor was filled with traders' screams of despair and shouts of tearing at their ties.
One of the crocodiles rolled its eyes, spat out a mouthful of white foam, and twitched as it slid straight off the leather sofa onto the carpet.
Another crocodile grabbed his already thinning hair and slammed his head against the tempered glass tabletop, blood streaming down his face.
It's over, it's all over. That Chinese man even stripped us of our last pair of underwear!
They simply couldn't understand how such magical funds, which disregard all financial rules, could exist on Earth.
In the floating living room of the manor, Mu Qingxue stared blankly at the asset transfer list that popped up on the tablet computer.
She flipped the tablet over and placed it face down on the table, her fingertips still burning hot, her whole being like a beautiful stone sculpture.
These are some of the very elite figures at the top of Wall Street. Even a superpower would have to think twice before trying to take action against them.
The boss managed to get these giants who control the world economy to line up on the rooftop and jump off in just three seconds.
Lin Xian patted the sand off his body, yawned, and walked back to the living room, picking up the chilled watermelon juice from the table.
What kind of worthless junk did we win?
Mu Qingxue took a deep breath, forcing her heart, which was about to leap out of her throat, to calm down.
Boss, after their bankruptcy liquidation, their twelve top-of-the-line private islands in the Pacific and Caribbean were automatically transferred to your name.
Their four centuries-old castles in Europe, as well as more than 300 private jets, all became our spoils of war.
Lin Xian curled his lip, showing absolutely no interest in these so-called top-tier assets.
What would I need so many islands for? Just weeding every day would be exhausting.
Pick two scenic spots and keep them to build a square dance base for the village aunties.
The rest were all listed online at a discount and sold to raise some cash to build a public toilet with air conditioning at the entrance of the village.
Upon hearing about this wasteful way of handling things, Mu Qingxue was completely impressed by Lin Xian's business acumen.
This is the perspective of a deity. What is priceless in the eyes of mortals is only fit to be used to build a village toilet.
Ye Xiu, who was squatting at the entrance of the server room eating instant noodles, stared at the string of zeros in the backstage area, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
He wiped the red oil soup from the corner of his mouth and gave Lin Xian's back a big thumbs up.
Lin Shen isn't doing business; he's practically driving a Star Destroyer to the beginner's village to steal lollipops!
The international financial world was rocked by a major earthquake that day, and all investment institutions put Lin Xian's name on their list of gods that they could not look at directly.
Anyone who dares to have even the slightest ulterior motive regarding Lin Xian's company stock will be met with a barrage of competitors who will shove them down the toilet and drown them the next day.
Mu Qingxue respectfully compiled the land deeds of the islands and castles into a book and carefully placed it beside Lin Xian.
The way she looks at Lin Xian now has completely changed from initial commercial admiration to fanatical worship.
Lin Xian stretched and was about to ask Xia Anran to clean the crayfish they would be eating that night.
Suddenly, a series of crisp, rapid-fire arguments from foreign women came from the alloy gate surrounding the manor.
The electric baton in Zhou Bapi's hand crackled as he shouted loudly outside the door.
You foreign old hag, don't push your luck! Our Master Lin is sleeping and doesn't have time to see a brat like you!
Lin Xian frowned, and with a thought, brought up the holographic surveillance footage outside the door.
A hot, blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman was being held back by Zhou Bapi's men at the bottom of the light guide stairs.
The woman was wearing an expensive white silk blouse, and one of the buttons on the collar popped off due to her violent struggle.
Her fair cheeks flushed red as she pointed at the floating manor and shouted in fluent Chinese.
Let me in. I'm here to work for Mr. Lin. I speak several foreign languages!