Chapter 241: The Brit

Wilson sits in the HSBC top‑floor office, a luxurious 300 square‑metre suite that symbolizes his supreme status in Hong Kong Island's finance world. He holds a glass of 3,000 HKD Scottish whisky, a 1962 Macallan, each sip tasting of money. A victorious smile spreads across his face, the expression like a hunter seeing his prey gasp its last.

Beyond the huge floor‑to‑ceiling windows, the view of Victoria Harbour fills his sight, the golden sunset spilling over the sea, the surface glittering. Several luxury yachts drift leisurely on the water, the private rides of Yingzi families. The whole Hong Kong Island's splendor lies beneath his gaze; every skyscraper in Central represents massive wealth, and this lofty perspective intoxicates him.

On the wall of his office hangs a massive portrait of the Queen, beside it photos of past Governors, each reminding visitors that this is the British Empire's power centre in the Far East. The huge mahogany desk is strewn with luxuries: a diamond‑set Montblanc pen, a Swiss Patek Philippe watch, and a pure‑gold miniature model of HSBC.

"Sir, the latest data are in." The secretary entered, a typical British aristocratic lady, blonde hair and blue eyes, every movement exuding elegance. She carried a thick trading report, its cover stamped in gold letters "Top Secret", her face also showing uncontainable excitement. Her voice trembled with obvious thrill: "You can't imagine how brilliant today's results are!"

Wilson took the report; it was bound in the finest calfskin, each page bearing HSBC's watermark. He skimmed the numbers quickly, his smile widening, his eyes flashing with greedy pride. The Hang Seng Index had risen sharply for two consecutive days, and at today's close it set a new historical high of points, up 420 points from yesterday, a gain of 2.95%.

What pleased him most was Lu Qingshan's short position of 5 billion HKD, now losing over 3.5 billion, a floating loss ratio of 70%. This figure was highlighted in red in the report, like a badge of victory.

"Ha ha, this arrogant youngster finally knows his limits." Wilson slammed the report onto the mahogany desk, producing a dull thud that echoed through the vast office. His eyes glittered with triumph, the expression of a conqueror who sees an enemy beg: "A loss of 350 million is enough to make him drink a whole pot. To that country bumpkin, it's a total disaster!"

He rose and paced the office, each step full of a victor's grandeur. His cane tapped the floor rhythmically, as if playing music for his triumph: "Now he can't withdraw, can't hold on; that's what I call a self‑woven cocoon! I'll see how long this yellow‑skinned monkey can keep up his hero act!"

His voice grew more excited, dripping with lofty superiority and deep racial contempt: "I'll see how long this clueless Chinese kid can last. Five hundred million HKD is already astronomical for him, probably money he'll never earn in several lifetimes. Now he's lost so much at once; he probably can't sleep tonight, tossing and turning in bed! Ha ha ha!"

He walked to the wine cabinet, where the antique cabinet worth millions displayed various fine foreign spirits, each bottle pricey. He poured himself another whisky, this time fuller, nearly overflowing. Raising his glass, he saluted the Queen's portrait: "To the majesty of the British Empire! To our noble blood! To the lesson these ignorant Chinese will soon receive!"

He picked up the phone and dialed the direct line of Taigu Group chairman Shi Ke Ming; as soon as the call connected, he impatiently said: "Yuehan Xun, how are things on your side? The numbers must be precise; I need to know exactly how much damage we've dealt to that Chinese kid. I want to hear numbers that satisfy me!"

"Mr. Wilson, the battle is extremely favorable! It can be called a total victory!" Shi Ke Ming's excited voice came through, thick with pride and revelry: "So far Taigu Group has followed your orders, continuing to increase investment. Today our capital input has reached 1.2 billion HKD, net profit 380 million! It's like snatching money at lightning speed!"

His voice grew even more agitated: "For each point the Hang Seng Index climbs, Lu Qingshan loses a few hundred thousand! At this rate he'll be crushed completely! Our Taigu Group shareholders are popping champagne, all saying this is the most exhilarating victory in recent years!"

"Very good, very good! This is the news I wanted to hear!" Wilson nodded with satisfaction, his smile brighter, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes: "Keep it up, I'll make Lu Qingshan utterly desperate. Let him understand what despair feels like! Such a minor character dares to fight our Yingzi Group? It's like a mantis trying to stop a carriage, over‑estimating himself!"

His voice turned even harsher, laden with deep malice: "Just a country bumpkin from the mainland, how can he match the financial elite of the British Empire? He thinks earning a few petty sums puts him on equal footing? It's a delusion! I'll show him what class disparity means! What true power crushing! What noble blood!"

After hanging up, Wilson walked to the massive map of Hong Kong Island, which covered an entire wall, each important building meticulously marked. He tapped it with his diamond‑set fingers, each strike giving the pleasure of a conqueror. The whole financial landscape of Hong Kong Island lay before his eyes, every tower, every bank, representing immense wealth and power.

Every inch of land in Central is priceless, and everything here is under the control of the British Capital Group. His finger paused on the location of the Xinghan Group building, pressing firmly as if to erase it from the map: "After tomorrow, this place will have a new owner. A Chinese kid dares to claim a spot in Central? Purely over‑ambitious!"

"Yuehan Xun, is tomorrow's operation plan ready?" Wilson asked his aide beside him; Yuehan Xun is his capable assistant, an Oxford graduate with twenty years of finance experience. At this moment his eyes burned with battle fire: "I will push the Hang Seng Index past fifteen thousand points, utterly crushing these Chinese arrogance. Let them see that in Hong Kong Island's financial market, we are the true rulers! Eternal rulers!"

Yuehan Xun bowed respectfully, took a beautifully bound operation plan from his Louis Vuitton briefcase, two inches thick, clearly meticulously prepared: "Sir, we have prepared ample capital, uniting seventeen Yingzi enterprises, including Taigu, Jardine Matheson, Hutchison Whampoa and all other heavyweight firms. At opening tomorrow we will launch a thunderous offensive, investing up to 2 billion HKD!"

His voice grew more excited, his face radiating the thrill of imminent victory: "We guarantee Lu Qingshan will be wiped out, the Chinese Chamber of Commerce will collapse completely! According to our precise calculations, if the Hang Seng Index breaks the point, Lu Qingshan's loss will exceed 400 million HKD! By then, even if he wants to concede, it'll be too late! His Xinghan Group will be bankrupt completely!