Chapter 217: Five Hundred Million Short Position Will Shock Hong Kong Island!

At 10:30 a. m., the VIP trading hall of the Far East Exchange was so quiet that only the hum of the air‑conditioner could be heard.

Wang Yuyun gripped the mouse tightly, her palms already soaked. Her breathing grew a bit rapid, her chest rising and falling, as if awaiting the arrival of some crucial moment.

Li Zhi'an pushed up his glasses, his gaze flickering between the numbers on the screen and Lu Qingshan. His fingers tapped lightly on the desk, a habit when he was nervous, and the tapping grew faster.

Ye Ning's notebook lay open on the desk, the fountain pen in her hand trembling slightly. She bit her lip, her eyes carrying an indescribable tension, as if she sensed something earth‑shattering about to happen.

Lu Qingjun stood by the window, watching the outside scenery, yet his attention was wholly on his brother. He could feel the tense atmosphere in the air, causing his own heartbeat to quicken involuntarily.

Several bodyguards also sensed the mood; A Qiang, Ahu, A Biao, and A Long all straightened their backs simultaneously, their gazes becoming more alert.

Lu Qingshan suddenly set down the entertainment gossip tabloid in his hand, his eyes sharply scanning the trading screen. His abrupt move made everyone hold their breath.

"Ye Ning."

His voice was so calm it quickened hearts, yet each word was clearly heard by everyone.

"Boss, you speak."

Ye Ning immediately straightened her posture, a nervous spark flashing in her eyes. Sweat began to bead on her palm, the fountain pen becoming slick in her hand.

"Buy a five hundred million Hong Kong‑dollar short Index Futures Contract on the Hang Seng Index."

As soon as Lu Qingshan finished speaking, the air in the entire trading hall seemed to freeze instantly.

Ye Ning inhaled sharply, the fountain pen slipping from her hand and striking the desk with a crisp clatter. The sound rang especially harsh in the quiet trading hall.

Five hundred million Hong Kong dollars short?

The figure exploded in her mind, stirring a tempest. Her complexion turned pale in an instant, her eyes widening like copper bells.

Wang Yuyun's fingers froze on the keyboard, her eyes widened further, her mouth slightly open as if about to speak but unable to. Her heart hammered in her chest, as if it would burst through.

Li Zhi'an's glasses nearly slid off his nose bridge, his mouth opening wide enough to fit an egg. He hurriedly reached to steady them, but his fingers trembled.

"My god…" he muttered silently, completely stunned by the figure.

Lu Qingjun turned directly away from the window, his face full of shock. His eyes were wider than anyone else's, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.

"Second brother, five hundred million?!"

His voice trembled a bit, carrying an unmistakable shock.

Even the bodyguards felt the shock; A Qiang's brows furrowed, Ahu's gaze grew more focused, and A Biao and A Long both leaned forward in unison.

Ye Ning swallowed, a gulping sound coming from her throat. Her voice trembled: "Boss, are you sure?"

"Five hundred million Hong Kong dollars short; once this news spreads…"

She didn't finish her sentence, but everyone present understood her meaning. An operation of this scale could shake the entire Hong Kong Island financial market.

Ye Ning's fingers paused on the keyboard, the numbers on the screen flickering, each change representing a massive flow of capital.

She turned her head toward Lu Qingshan, a hint of confusion and deep shock in her eyes.

"Boss, do you really intend to short the Hang Seng Index for five hundred million Hong Kong dollars at this moment?"

Lu Qingshan set down the newspaper in his hand, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the trading hall. His eyes were deep and confident, as if everything were under his control.

Wang Yuyun and Li Zhi'an also halted their actions, a suffocating tension filling the air.

"Five hundred million."

Lu Qingshan's voice was soft, yet each word resonated clearly in everyone's ears, like a hammer striking each heart.

"Buy short Hang Seng Index Index Futures Contract."

Ye Ning inhaled sharply again; if this maneuver went wrong, the loss would be catastrophic. Her hands began to tremble slightly, her heart pounding relentlessly in her chest.

"Boss, a short position this large will provoke a strong market reaction."

A hint of tremor in her voice, this influence made her feel Fear.

Lu Qingshan stood up, walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window, overlooking the bustling streets of Hong Kong Island below. Sunlight streamed through the glass onto him, making his silhouette appear especially towering.

"That's exactly to make the market react."

His voice carried an inexplicable Confidence, as if everything were under his control.

"At the same time, release the wind."

Ye Ning's brows furrowed deeper; this maneuver already exceeded her comprehension. A sense of awe rose within her—it was truly the method of a Financial Giant Shark.

"What wind?"

A tremor in her voice showed she was clearly shaken by Lu Qingshan's aura.

Lu Qingshan turned, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Sunlight from behind illuminated him, making his silhouette even more imposing.

"I anticipate Hong Kong Island's stock market will adjust again, producing a sizable decline."

He spoke while pacing the trading hall, each step heavy, as if hammering each person's heart.

"I am bearish on Hong Kong Island's economy; the main reason is that negotiations between the UK Government and the China Government have once again hit a stalemate."

Wang Yuyun and Li Zhi'an exchanged a glance, shocked by this political‑level analysis. They were merely traders, never having examined the market from such a height.

"The future of Hong Kong Island's economy under UK rule is uncertain; this is the fundamental cause of the stock decline."

As soon as Lu Qingshan finished speaking, the entire trading hall fell into silence. Only the hum of the air‑conditioner reminded everyone that time was still passing.

Ye Ning's fingers tapped lightly on the desk, her habitual thinking motion. Now the tapping sounded unusually rapid, revealing her inner tension.

"Boss, if this wind is released, given your track record and the ensuing short move, wouldn't it trigger a market‑wide crash?"

A tremor in her voice, this influence made her feel Fear. She finally grasped Lu Qingshan's terrifying nature; it was not merely investing, but manipulating the entire market's sentiment.

Lu Qingshan sat back down, his gaze fixed on Ye Ning. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, making others dare not stare.

"What are you hesitating about?"

His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable authority.

Ye Ning bit her lip, the inner conflict making her restless. Her hands clenched together, the knuckles turning white.

"I just want to confirm—are you truly certain you want to do this?"