Quantum Algorithms Unleash Their Power, Turning Wall Street's Champagne into Poison

The instant the "Enter" key is pressed.

The crisp sound of knocking echoed in the silent financial war room.

The sound was extremely soft.

But to Shen Miaozhu's ears, it sounded like a deafening cannon blast that heralded the start of an interstellar war!

"Huaimin, what did you just activate?"

Shen Miaozhu nervously swallowed as she watched the data stream on the screen suddenly flash with an eerie, dark blue light.

Zhang Huaimin did not answer, but simply put his hands in his pockets.

"Sit still and watch the show."

at the same time.

Tokyo, Japan: The underground trading room of a zaibatsu (financial conglomerate).

"Bang!"

With a crisp pop, the cork shot upwards, and amber-colored champagne sprayed out.

Sato Ichiro laughed heartily and accepted the expensive wine glass handed to him by his subordinate.

Cheers, everyone!

He raised his glass high, his face contorted with the arrogance and ferocity of someone who had achieved his revenge.

"Just now, we placed another five billion US dollars in short orders!"

"That Chinese brat Zhang Huaimin's company is now a corpse!"

"After today, China's electronics industry will become a complete vassal of our Great Japanese Empire!"

Dozens of traders raised their glasses in celebration, as if they could already see huge bonuses beckoning to them.

Meanwhile, on Wall Street across the ocean.

At the headquarters of several top hedge funds involved in the joint short selling, the Wall Street wolves were leisurely smoking cigars, preparing to share this feast.

In the eyes of these veterans who have been manipulating capital for decades.

A mountain of 50 billion US dollars is pressing down on us.

Let alone a mainland private enterprise that has just been listed in Hong Kong.

Even the central bank of a medium-sized country has to obediently kneel down and sing "Conquer" in the face of this terrifying torrent of capital!

however.

These capitalists who call themselves the gods of finance.

They had no idea that they were facing a terrifying, higher-dimensional being.

Just a second before Ichiro Sato's champagne glass was about to touch his lips!

An unexpected change occurred.

"drop--!"

Inside the Tokyo trading room, a mainframe suddenly emitted an extremely piercing alarm!

Followed by.

"Beep beep beep beep beep!"

Like dominoes falling, hundreds of trading terminals erupted in a frenzy of ear-piercing beeps!

"What's going on?!"

Sato Ichiro frowned, put down his glass in displeasure, and said, "Is the machine malfunctioning?"

"No...it's not a malfunction!"

The trading manager, who had been incredibly excited just moments before, now looked as if he had seen a ghost.

He stared intently at the screen, his voice cracking with extreme fear, sounding like a castrated rooster.

"Sa...Mr. Sato!"

"A massive, unknown surge of bullish capital has suddenly entered the market!"

"Bulls? Who dares to take over our positions at this time?"

Sato Ichiro sneered, completely unconcerned.

"Just some clueless retail investors. Ignore them, keep dumping!"

"No! Not retail investors!"

The trading manager suddenly stood up, grabbing his hair with both hands, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"The speed at which this money is being traded... is terrifying!"

"It's frantically devouring all our short orders at millisecond speeds!"

"One billion...three billion...ten billion US dollars!"

"My God! What kind of monster algorithm is this?! Our trading channels have been completely taken over!"

The supervisor hadn't finished speaking.

The green waterfall line on the big screen, which originally flowed downwards and represented the future stock prices of technology companies, was now visible.

suddenly!

Like a dragon that has been enraged!

In less than three seconds.

It took an extremely terrifying stance that completely defied all common sense in finance, a vertical 90-degree angle.

Madly! Brutally!

Soaring straight into the sky!

A long, glaring red bullish candlestick instantly pierced the entire screen!

(Note: Hong Kong stocks rose while stocks fell.)

It hit the daily limit!

Trading resumes!

Another limit up!

Faced with Zhang Huaimin's integrated "super quantum financial algorithm".

The trading models that Wall Street and Japanese conglomerates are so proud of, those high-frequency trading systems that they claim are invincible.

It's like an old man pushing a broken tricycle encountering a high-speed train rushing at full speed!

It was crushed so badly that not even a single part was left!

Quantum algorithms not only devoured all of the opponent's short positions in milliseconds.

Furthermore, it even conducted extremely brutal reverse tracking and locking of the transaction nodes of those offshore accounts!

It's like an invisible, ultimate giant net that covers the global financial network.

It trapped those short-selling funds scattered across more than a dozen trading markets around the world, and then swallowed them whole!

"No...this is impossible..."

Sato Ichiro stared blankly at the huge red sun line piercing the sky on the screen.

His mind went blank; he was completely unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

A short position of 50 billion US dollars!

How could it be possible for the stock to be completely wiped out in just three seconds, and even have its price driven up to a terrifying level that is twice as high as before the market opened?!

"Warning! Insufficient margin!"

"Warning! Your account is facing forced liquidation!"

Inside the trading room, a cold, mechanical female voice sounded like the pronouncement of death.

"We've been liquidated... Mr. Sato, we've been liquidated..."

The trading manager slumped helplessly in his chair, his face ashen.

"We not only lost all of our initial $50 billion, but due to leverage... we now owe the market over $10 billion..."

"Crack!"

The wine glass in Ichiro Sato's hand fell straight to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Expensive champagne splashed all over his trouser leg, but he was completely unaware.

Margin call!

Five hundred billion US dollars, plus tens of billions in leveraged debt.

This astronomical sum, enough to buy several small countries, vanished in three seconds?!

How is that possible!

This is absolutely not something a human could do!

"A devil...he's a devil!"

Sato Ichiro's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the broken glass with a thud.

He clutched his head with both hands and let out a desperate and mournful wail.

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of those top hedge funds on Wall Street.

The situation is even worse than in Tokyo.

Those big shots who were just smoking cigars now clutched their chests as if they were having a heart attack, looking at their accounts that had been wiped out in an instant.

Some even pushed open the windows of high-rise buildings, ready to jump to end this nightmare.

At this moment, the champagne on Wall Street turned into a deadly poison!

The top floor of the Future Technology Building in Beijing.

Financial operations room.

It was so quiet that the only sound was the faint hum of the server running.

Shen Miaozhu stood in front of the control panel, dumbfounded.

Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the bottom right corner of the screen, on the balance of the company's public account.

The long string of zeros above is jumping wildly and increasing constantly.

This made even a heiress who had grown up surrounded by billions of dollars feel extremely dizzy.

"Ten...twenty...fifty...ten billion..."

Shen Miaozhu swallowed hard, her voice trembling so much that she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Huaimin... our accounts... suddenly show an extra 10 billion... US dollars in net profit?!"

That's 10 billion US dollars in the 1980s!

What does this mean?

This is equivalent to robbing the national treasuries of several countries!

Moreover, all of this happened within just three seconds of pressing the Enter key!

This is hardly a financial transaction.

This is blatant robbery in broad daylight! And it's a legal and compliant robbery!

Chen Bing, who was listening nearby, also gasped and silently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The most ruthless person he had ever met in his life was Zhang Huaimin.

This little ancestor is not only capable of building major national weapons, but his speed of accumulating wealth is also terrifying, on a level of dimensional reduction!

Zhang Huaimin still had one hand in his pocket.

His expression remained calm, and he didn't even glance at the number that was enough to drive the world crazy.

He just smiled faintly.

That smile exuded an absolute domineering aura, as if he were strategizing and manipulating global capital at will.

"Ten billion US dollars?"

Zhang Huaimin said it casually.

"It's just a tiny bit of interest."

He turned his head and looked at Shen Miaozhu, who was still in a daze.

A dangerous yet excited glint flashed in his eyes.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate."

"Since they've sent us their entire fortune, we can't be stingy."

"Now."

Zhang Huaimin stretched out his slender fingers and tapped them lightly on the keyboard.

"It's our turn to raid their homes."