Chapter 46: You Lousy Little Punk! Swindler!

Star Island, the city-state hailed as the "Pearl of Eastern Finance," was basking in the languid tropical sunlight, its surface prosperity and stability unchanged as always. Yet, in the deep sea of capital invisible to the naked eye, undercurrents had already begun to surge.

The crack team led by Lin Wei had, through dozens of offshore accounts, like weaving an invisible giant net, silently built up massive short positions against Tanxi Capital and the three major real estate giants. The "New Emerging Market Risk Warning" report, endorsed by top think tanks and coordinated for release by Tang Rou, had also begun to quietly circulate within certain professional financial circles—like a few pebbles tossed into a calm lake, which, though they had not yet stirred up great waves, had already roused the vigilance of some sharp investors.

The calm before the storm was stifling, suffocating.

The third day, early morning.

An explosive piece of news swept the headlines of major global financial media like a hurricane—"Star Island Minister of Finance mired in overseas account scandal, suspected of accepting massive bribes from real estate developers!" Attached were crystal-clear bank statement screenshots and photographs of secret meetings—ironclad evidence, impossible to deny!

Star Island's financial market instantly exploded!

It plunged at the opening bell! Panic spread like a plague. The Minister of Finance, as the helmsman of economic policy, saw his credibility collapse, directly shaking the fundamental confidence of international capital in Star Island's rule of law and economic management.

And this was only the beginning.

Just as the market was wailing and the government hurriedly came out to deny the rumors (looking pale and feeble), another heavy bomb was detonated—Star Island's real estate leader "Hongtu Construction" was anonymously reported, its core projects riddled with severe financial fraud and illegal diversion of pre-sale funds, its capital chain already broken!

Adding insult to injury!

Investors who had still harbored a sliver of hope in the government's denial completely collapsed. Hongtu Construction's stock price plummeted like a free-falling body in a straight dive, dragging the entire real estate sector and even banking stocks into a comprehensive plunge. Panic selling surged out, and market liquidity dried up in an instant.

Tanxi Capital, deeply tied to the real estate industry, bore the brunt, its stock price plunging without end!

At this moment, in a hidden trading room in the heart of Star Island's financial district, Lin Wei calmly stared at the glaring green (declines) on the screen, her gaze as cold as the Arctic ice fields.

"Report, the short position on Tanxi Capital is already up 45%."

"The short position on Hongtu Construction is already up 120%, approaching the closing line."

"The market panic index VIX has surged 300%."

One piece of good news after another came in. Though the team members suppressed their excitement, their operations remained precise and swift, like the most sophisticated instruments. They were, in this financial storm personally unleashed by their Boss, greedily and efficiently harvesting wealth.

"As planned, close out positions in batches, lock in profits." Lin Wei issued the order, her voice without a ripple. The enormous profits in her eyes were, it seemed, merely a string of numbers.

However, at this critical moment of harvesting, the trading room door was smashed open!

A young man in a high-end custom-tailored suit, but with disheveled hair, bloodshot eyes, and a crazed appearance, burst in, followed by several hotel security guards who tried to block him but did not dare actually lay hands on him. The newcomer was none other than Hongtu Construction's young master, hailed as the "Little Overlord of Star Island," Chen Junsheng.

"It's you! It must be you bastards shorting the market!" Chen Junsheng stared fixedly at Lin Wei, his gaze venomous. His family's enterprise was collapsing before his very eyes, immense wealth and status vanishing in an instant, which drove him completely out of his mind. "You financial vultures! You'll die a horrible death!"

Lin Wei didn't even lift an eyelid, merely waving her hand at the security guards. The guards immediately stepped forward, trying to haul Chen Junsheng out.

"Let go of me! Do you know who I am?!" Chen Junsheng struggled violently, his gaze sweeping over the shocking plunge curves on the trading screens and the stock price collapse chart of his family's enterprise, finally fixing sharply on Lin Wei's coldly beautiful and calm face. Extreme anger, fear, and despair made him blurt out whatever came to mind, still in his broken Mandarin:

"You lousy little punk! Swindler! This is a crime! I'm going to sue you! I'm going to make you spit out every last bit of what you swallowed!"

"Lousy little punk? Swindler?" Lin Wei finally slowly turned her head, looking squarely at this scion of a wealthy family barking like a beaten cur. There was no anger in her eyes, only a condescending indifference, as if looking at an ant.

"Mr. Chen," her voice was icy, carrying a faint, barely perceptible trace of mockery, "in the capital market, you gamble, you accept the loss. If there's blame to be had, blame only your Hongtu Construction's own dirty foundations, blame your Star Island's regulation being a mere formality."

She lightly raised her hand, pointing at the number on the screen—still jumping, representing Hongtu Construction's stock price, nearly zero—as if pronouncing a verdict:

"As for crime? Where's the evidence? We merely made the correct judgment amid market fluctuations. If you want to blame someone, blame yourselves for being too weak."

"You—!" Chen Junsheng was so choked by these words he nearly passed out. That icy gaze and indifferent attitude humiliated and devastated him more than any insult could have.

He was ultimately dragged out of the trading room by the security guards, leaving only the echo of impotent, furious roars in the corridor.

Lin Wei acted as if nothing had happened, refocusing her attention on the screen.

"Continue closing out positions."

This financial blitzkrieg against Star Island was nearing its end. The fifty-billion-US-dollar margin Qin Feng had put in was, like a snowball rolling, expanding at a terrifying speed into an astronomical figure.

And the name "Qin Feng," accompanied by the blood and storm of Star Island's market, for the first time, in the posture of an overwhelmingly powerful predator, clearly entered the field of vision of the world's top capital forces.

They realized that a financial leviathan, possessing massive capital, precise intelligence, and ruthless methods, had officially entered the arena.