Chapter 247: 18 Billion in One Day to Sudden Wealth, Lu Qingshan Goes All‑In to the End

At the same time, the operations room of Taigu Group was already in chaos; various alarm sounds rose and fell, red warning lights kept flashing, and the whole room resembled a warship sinking. The traders' faces were full of panic, and some even began to quietly pack their belongings, ready to flee at any moment.

"Mr. Wilson, our paper loss has already exceeded 2 billion Hong Kong dollars! And it's still growing!" a trader shouted, his voice changing in tone.

"God, this number is still climbing! 2.1 billion!" another trader shouted in despair.

"Damned! Damned!" Wilson slammed his fist on the table, the expensive crystal ashtray jumped up, "Lu Qingshan, that bastard, has been acting from the start! He made us think he was shorting and losing money, but in fact he was secretly building a Long Position. Now he flips and shorts again, trying to bury us completely! This is a perfect trap, and we are the foolish prey!"

Yuehan Xun's face turned deathly pale, beads of pea‑sized sweat appeared on his forehead: "Mr. Wilson, we must cut losses immediately, otherwise the loss will keep expanding. At this rate we could lose all our capital!"

"Cut losses?" Wilson forced a bitter smile, his voice full of despair and self‑mockery, "What could we possibly cut? 7.8 billion Hong Kong dollars have been poured in; now cutting means taking the whole loss. We have no way out; we can only grit our teeth and endure!"

He slumped in his chair, the once arrogantly proud face now full of despair. This old fox who had ruled Hong Kong Island's financial world for decades tasted complete failure for the first time.

At 2 p. m., the Hang Seng Index fell below the threshold, dropping more than 500 points. The figure shook the whole Hong Kong Island, and countless fortunes vanished in an instant. Investors across the island fell into unprecedented panic; long lines formed at every securities brokerage, and everyone was selling wildly, hoping to recoup some loss.

"Help! My retirement money is gone!"

"What is happening? Why did it drop so much?"

"It must be someone manipulating the market! I'm calling the police!"

The entire Hong Kong Island financial market fell into unprecedented chaos; this day was destined to be recorded in the island's Financial History Book.

In the trading room of Xinghan Group, however, the scene was different. Ye Ning's face flushed with excitement, her voice trembling with emotion as she loudly reported the latest data.

"Boss, our Short Position has already profited over 1 billion Hong Kong dollars! And the decline continues; today's total profit could exceed 1.5 billion!" Her eyes glittered with fervor, "It's like a money‑printing machine!"

The others in the trading room were also unable to contain their excitement. Zhang Qiming shouted loudly, "My god, 1 billion Hong Kong dollars! What does that even mean? I've never seen so much money in my life!"

Lin Yuchen was even more ecstatic, gesturing wildly, "Boss is a deity on earth! This move is textbook level!"

Lu Qingshan remained calm, standing by the floor‑to‑ceiling window, looking down at Central, his eyes flashing with deep light. He knew this was not the end; Wilson, that old fox, would not concede easily and would surely make a final struggle. A true hunter must have enough patience to wait for the prey to die completely.

Sure enough, at 3 p. m., a massive wave of buy orders suddenly appeared in the market. Those orders were like an oasis in a desert, briefly stabilizing the falling stock price. Wilson deployed his remaining funds, including his private account and some friends' emergency capital, trying to prop up the price.

"Desperate struggle," Lu Qingshan sneered, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes, "Keep intensifying the short, give him no breathing room. Since he wants a final show, let him perform to the end!"

But Wilson's buy orders were like a cup of water against a burning cart, utterly unable to halt the downtrend. Facing the massive sell pressure, that amount of buying was laughably insignificant, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The Hang Seng Index kept falling… each whole‑number threshold breach meant Wilson's death line moved a step closer. Every drop felt like a heavy foot stomping on Wilson's heart.

In the operations room of Taigu Group, Wilson slumped in his chair, his gaze vacant, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. His hand hung limp at his side; the hand that once directed the empire now lacked the strength even to lift a teacup. Wilson realized that he had lost this war, and lost it utterly, without any dignity.

"Mr. Wilson, our paper loss has already exceeded 3 billion Hong Kong dollars…" Yuehan Xun's voice trembled; he no longer dared to look at Wilson's face.

Wilson gave no reply, his gaze falling on the portrait of the British queen on the wall. The imperial glory that once filled him with pride now appeared pale and feeble. The majesty of the British Empire seemed so vulnerable before a young Chinese man.

"It's over… everything is over…" Wilson muttered, his voice full of despair.

At closing, the Hang Seng Index settled at a point, with a single‑day drop of over 800 points! It was the most disastrous day in Hong Kong Island's stock market history; countless fortunes vanished, and the entire island's financial world was shaken.

In Xinghan Group's trading room, deafening cheers erupted as everyone celebrated the historic victory. Precise calculations showed that in just one day, their Short Position had earned 1.8 billion Hong Kong dollars!

"1.8 billion! 1.8 billion Hong Kong dollars!" Ye Ning shouted hoarsely with excitement, "Including the earlier Long Position profits, boss, your total assets have now broken the 4 billion Hong Kong dollar mark! You are now the youngest billionaire on Hong Kong Island!"

Zhang Qiming was even more moved, tears welling, "Boss, you've created a miracle! From a few hundred thousand to 4 billion, this is a modern myth!"

Lin Yuchen shouted loudly, "Long live the Chinese! Long live General Lu! We have finally made Hong Kong Island proud!"

And the member companies of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce that day posted total profits exceeding 5 billion Hong Kong dollars! That figure was enough to shock the whole island.

Bao Cheng's phone was the first to ring, his voice trembling with excitement: "Brother Lu, you are our Chinese community's wealth god! I made five hundred million today! Five hundred million! In thirty years of business I've never earned so much!"

He Zhiqiang's voice was even more excited: "Lu, you are truly the pride of the Chinese! Wilson that old fox must now be wishing for death!"

Li Zhaolong laughed and said, "Exhilarating! It's just too exhilarating! I've never felt this thrilled in my life! Brother Lu, you have made all of us Chinese proud!"

Guo Dongying was so excited he was incoherent: "Lu, you are our Chinese hero! Today's battle alone is worthy of being recorded in Hong Kong Island's Financial History Book! We Chinese have finally stood up in the island's financial market!"

This was the Chinese community's first great victory in Hong Kong Island's financial market, and the first major blow to Yingzi Group's absolute authority. The significance of this battle far exceeds money itself.

Lu Qingshan stood by the floor‑to‑ceiling window, looking down at Victoria Harbour in the night. Tonight the island was especially beautiful, ten thousand lights flickering like a celebration of the Chinese victory. Yet he knew the real war had only just begun.

Wilson would not accept defeat, and Yingzi Group would not surrender easily. Today's victory is only a beginning; what follows will be an even more brutal life‑or‑death showdown.