Yi Zhonghai squatted at the entrance of the restaurant, looking at the lively scene with

The back door slammed shut, shaking off a layer of dust from the door frame.

Yi Zhonghai slumped down in the stinking muddy water.

His hands, which had been calloused from years of holding a file, now hung limply at his sides, trembling violently.

"Get them out...beat them every time you see them..."

Sha Zhu's icy, piercing voice was like a rusty saw, tearing at his mind.

Saw off the last bit of luck to shreds.

The neon lights on the street were flashing, making Wangfujing Street as bright as day.

Yi Zhonghai struggled to his feet, leaning against the wall, looking back at the gleaming plaque of "He's Hongbinlou" with every step he took.

The restaurant was bustling with noise and people clinking glasses.

That was the hustle and bustle of the new era's tycoons, while he was merely a speck of dust in a corner of this abandoned era.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Yi Zhonghai muttered to himself, his turbid tears mixed with coal dust on his face, flowing into his mouth, bitter and astringent.

He schemed his whole life, scheming against his apprentices and orphans.

They thought they could firmly grasp the world of the courtyard house and live out their old age in peace.

In the end, it was all for naught.

Those he once trampled underfoot and looked down upon have now become unattainable figures.

And he became an old dog who was even considered dirty when he begged for food.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Yi Zhonghai shivered.

He wrapped his tattered shirt tightly around himself, looking like a soulless ghost.

With a hunched back and a limp, he disappeared into the bustling night of Wangfujing.

He had reached the very end of his life.

At this time.

On the top floor of the Future Technology Building, a few hundred meters away from this street.

A transnational financial storm, though invisible, has been enough to destroy countless families and leave people destitute.

It's raging wildly!

"Chairman Zhang! The short positions are getting bigger and bigger!"

Shen Miaozhu stared at the huge electronic display screen on the wall, her voice urgent, even carrying a hint of barely concealed panic.

On the screen is a candlestick chart representing "Future Technology (International)" in the Hong Kong stock market.

It's diving wildly with a terrifying, waterfall-like motion!

"In the past ten minutes..."

Shen Miaozhu's fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing up a series of shocking data.

"More than thirty offshore accounts simultaneously dumped massive short positions worth nearly ten billion US dollars into the market!"

"They are maliciously shorting our stock price! They're attempting to breach our financial defenses and trigger a panic sell-off in the market!"

Chen Bing stood aside. Although he didn't understand finance, he knew something was wrong when he saw the green curve plummeting downwards.

"Who did this?" Chen Bing asked in a deep voice.

"Who else could it be?"

Zhang Huaimin held a glass of red wine in his hand, swirling it gently.

The red liquid reflected a cold light under the lamp.

"Naturally, it's Mr. Sato Ichiro, who lost face at the state guesthouse but couldn't bear to part with the huge piece of fat meat that is China."

He raised his head, his deep black eyes calmly watching the wildly plummeting candlestick chart.

There wasn't the slightest bit of panic.

Shen Miaozhu took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"Chairman Zhang is right."

"I have found out the source of the funds. Ichiro Sato has partnered with several major Japanese heavy industry conglomerates and several top hedge funds on Wall Street."

"They raised a whopping 50 billion US dollars!"

"This is a long-planned, coordinated attack aimed at strangling our future technologies!"

Five hundred billion US dollars!

In the early 1980s, this number was an astronomical figure that could easily destroy the economic system of a small country!

The other party is determined to use its absolute capital advantage.

They strangled Future Technology, a newly emerging Chinese company, in its cradle!

"Chairman Zhang, our current cash flow is simply not enough to withstand such massive selling pressure!"

Shen Miaozhu was so anxious that fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"If the share price falls below the issue price, triggering panic selling among shareholders, our Hong Kong branch will have to declare bankruptcy tonight!"

"This is our first step into the global market!"

Faced with Shen Miaozhu's anxiety.

Zhang Huaimin slowly walked to the huge electronic disk.

He downed the red wine in his hand in one gulp.

"Bankruptcy?"

Zhang Huaimin's lips curled into an extremely cold, even bloodthirsty, sneer.

"Do they think that in the financial markets, having the most money means you're number one?"

"They simply don't understand that in the face of absolute computing power, all funds are nothing more than a pile of data that can be manipulated at will."

Zhang Huaimin closed his eyes.

Consciousness instantly sank into the vast and boundless system space.

In that unfathomable treasury of traits.

A terrifying icon that flickers with a ghostly blue quantum light and is filled with extremely complex mathematical formulas and logical codes.

It's beating wildly.

"system."

In his heart, Zhang Huaimin issued the final order that would make the global financial world tremble.

"Extracting and fusing the characteristics of the 'Super Quantum Financial Algorithm'!"

[Ding! Retrieving...]

[Convergence Target: Core Server of the Future Technology Headquarters!]

[Fusion begins!]

Om-!

A high-frequency electromagnetic pulse, imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly swept through the entire server room of the Future Technology Building.

Those were originally just ordinary mainframe computers.

After incorporating this quantum algorithm from a higher-dimensional civilization.

In an instant, they transformed into financial monsters with self-evolution capabilities and computing power exceeding the combined power of all the world's supercomputers by tens of millions of times!

"Since they sent over 50 billion US dollars."

Zhang Huaimin opened his eyes, a chilling blue light gleaming in them.

"Then let's just swallow this money whole."

at this time.

Across the ocean.

In the underground trading room of a zaibatsu headquarters in Tokyo, Japan.

The lights were on full display, and the atmosphere was incredibly enthusiastic.

Dozens of Japanese traders in white shirts were staring intently at their screens, frantically typing on their keyboards.

"Mr. Sato! Mirai Technology's stock price has plummeted by 30%!"

"The Chinese people's defenses have collapsed! A large number of panic sell orders have appeared in the market!"

A trading supervisor, drenched in sweat, excitedly turned to report to his supervisor.

Ichiro Sato sat on a large leather sofa.

Holding a glass of expensive French champagne, he wore an extremely arrogant and conceited smile.

"Hahaha!"

Sato Ichiro laughed heartily, then downed the champagne in his glass in one gulp.

"Zhang Huaimin! You think you can establish yourself in the world just because you've beaten me technically?"

He suddenly stood up, walked to the screen, and pointed at the continuously declining green curve.

"In the face of real international capital, your Chinese companies are like paper toys!"

"I'll make you watch helplessly as your company, built up with so much effort, vanishes overnight!"

A malicious glint flashed in Sato Ichiro's eyes.

"Keep dumping! Increase the amount of capital!"

"Huaxia Company is doomed to collapse tonight!"

With a command from Ichiro Sato.

Another several billion dollars in short orders crashed down on Future Technology's trading platform like a mountain pressing down.

Just as Ichiro Sato was about to open a second bottle of champagne to celebrate this great victory ahead of time.

On the top floor of the Future Technology Building in the distant capital city.

Zhang Huaimin stood in front of the control panel.

He extended his long, slender, fair fingers.

Looking at the overwhelming surge of short-selling chips on the screen.

A cold, deathly smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

Goodbye, Mr. Sato.

The words fell.

Zhang Huaimin's fingertips were extremely light, yet carried the force of thunder.

Gently.

He pressed the key on the keyboard, the one that represented the reverse strangulation of hundreds of billions of dollars.

Press the "Enter" key!