Chapter 249: Hang Seng Index Crash

"Continue increasing short positions." Lu Qingshan calmly ordered, his voice exuding unquestionable authority, "Since he's going to jump off the building, we'll lay a few more layers of concrete below. Let Wilson see what Chinese wisdom is!"

Zhang Qiming swallowed, his voice trembling, "Boss, our on‑paper profit has already exceeded 2.5 billion Hong Kong dollars! This number is still climbing! Still rising! It's just like a money‑printing machine!"

His face was full of disbelief—2.5 billion Hong Kong dollars, a suffocating figure. To know, just a few months ago when the boss came to Hong Kong Island, his total assets were still under 200,000 HKD. In just a short few months, it has achieved an astronomical increase; it's practically a legend.

Lin Yuchen, even more excited, waved his fist and shouted, "Wilson, you're digging your own grave! The more he shorts, the more we earn! This feeling is awesome! Long live the Chinese! Long live Chief Lu!"

The others in the Trading Room also burst into cheers, each face beaming with excited smiles. This joy of success infected everyone present, even the usually most composed trader couldn't help shouting applause.

At three p. m., Yuehan Xun returned to Wilson's office drenched in sweat. His white shirt was soaked through, sticking uncomfortably to his skin. The usually shrewd face now was full of fatigue and despair, dark circles deep, clearly on the brink of collapse.

In the office, Wilson looked even more disheveled, hair rumpled, tie loose, looking like a beaten old dog. The eyes that once held authority were now filled with despair and fear.

"Mr. Wilson, we've only managed to execute less than forty percent of the contracts," Yuehan Xun's voice trembled, each word like a knife to his heart, "The buy side is too thin, and time is running out. Based on current loss estimates, this operation will cost us over 3 billion Hong Kong dollars."

His voice grew softer and softer, until it was almost inaudible. Three billion Hong Kong dollars—a figure astronomical to anyone, enough to make a Financial Empire collapse in an instant.

Wilson heard the number and froze, as if struck by lightning. Three billion Hong Kong dollars—that's the wealth he built over half a life, the foundation of Taigu Group for decades, now vanished into nothing.

His complexion turned deathly pale, lips bluish, his whole body trembling. That desperate expression made Yuehan Xun unable to bear watching any longer.

"What's worse," Yuehan Xun continued reporting, his voice getting softer for fear of provoking Wilson, "Our short sales have triggered a chain reaction. The stock market is now plunging like a roller coaster. According to internal sources, Lu Qingshan has set up even larger short contracts, possibly exceeding 10 billion Hong Kong dollars. Institutions and retail investors across the market are already in a panic; our Hong Kong–British capital likely has no longer any clout in the Hang Seng Index market."

Those words were like the final straw, completely crushing Wilson. He slumped in his chair, his whole body drained of strength. The humiliation of being utterly defeated made him feel as if he were suffocating.

Wilson stared with blood‑shot eyes, fixed on Yuehan Xun, his hoarse voice asking, "What did you say? We have no clout? I, Wilson Sashun, have ruled Hong Kong Island's financial world for thirty years, and now you tell me we have no clout?"

"Yes, sir." Yuehan Xun nodded bitterly, unwilling to meet Wilson's gaze, "Even turning the tide is hard now. Word is spreading across Hong Kong Island's financial circles that the Yingzi Group has been utterly beaten by a Chinese youngster. Major banks and insurance firms are re‑evaluating their partnerships with us."

How could Wilson not know this brutal reality? He slammed his right fist onto the table, ignoring the searing pain as blood spurted, gritting his teeth fiercely, "I will come back for revenge! Absolutely! I will make that Chinese kid know what true despair is!"

He rose, pacing the office, his once‑elegant Italian leather shoes now thudding heavily on the carpet like funeral bells. A flame of hatred burned in his eyes, a look that made Yuehan Xun feel terrified.

"When the market opens tomorrow, sell all remaining contracts first!" Wilson issued the final order, his voice full of resentment and anger, "Prioritize repaying the insurance companies and banks' operational funds; I'll have to sell my personal and family real estate for cash to fill this hole."

His voice grew even more hoarse: "Sell my villa on the hill, sell the antiques I collected, sell my yacht! I must preserve Taigu Group's core, then find a chance for revenge!"

He walked to the portrait of the Queen on the wall, reached out to the golden frame, his eyes showing complex feelings: "I fell badly this time, but I, Wilson Sashun, will never concede. I will come back to take revenge on that Lu Huang Pi Monkey! I will make him know the fate of crossing a British gentleman!"

Yuehan Xun watched Wilson's hunched silhouette, feeling a mix of emotions. This former Financial Giant Shark who once commanded Hong Kong Island's markets was now driven to the brink by a twenty‑something Chinese youngster. The contrast struck him profoundly.

Times have truly changed. The Chinese are no longer the bullied weak, they can also dominate the financial market.

Meanwhile, cheers rose from the Trading Room of Xinghan Group.

"Boss! Our total profit today has broken the 3 billion mark!" Ye Ning shouted, nearly leaping, his voice hoarse, "Including the other members of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, today's total profit is estimated to exceed 5 billion Hong Kong dollars! This is nothing short of a miracle!"

Her eyes glittered with fervor, the excited expression infecting the entire Trading Room. Five billion Hong Kong dollars—a figure that stunned everyone present. It's a number worthy of being recorded in the Financial History Book of Hong Kong Island, and the Chinese's first major victory in the island's financial market.

Zhang Qiming, moved to tears, exclaimed, "Boss, you've created a miracle! A real miracle! That old fox Wilson could never have dreamed he'd lose so badly!"

Lin Yuchen shouted, "This is not just a victory of money, but a victory of Chinese dignity! We can finally hold our heads high on Hong Kong Island!"

Other traders also voiced admiration, each stunned by this miraculous win. They finally understood that following Lu Qingshan, they were not merely making money, but Creating History.

Lu Qingshan remained calm, his face showing no trace of smugness. He watched the numbers still flickering on the screen, a hint of profound light flashing in his eyes. He knew this was only the beginning; an opponent of Wilson's caliber would not fall easily. More brutal decisive battles lay ahead.

But now, he has proven one thing: the Chinese can also dominate Hong Kong Island's financial market! The significance of this victory far exceeds the money itself. It is the Chinese's awakening in the island's financial market, the first major blow to the Yingzi Group's absolute authority.

From today onward, Hong Kong Island's financial landscape will be completely transformed!