Chapter 271: The Defeated Enemy Sells Off Assets, a 4‑Billion Grand Settlement!

Wednesday morning, in the Trading Room of Xinghan Capital, the air was so quiet you could hear the faint airflow of the central air‑conditioning.

Outside the floor‑to‑ceiling windows, Central was still a sea of traffic and bustling noise, while inside it was a scene of grim severity.

Ye Ning, stepping quickly in high heels, entered and placed a freshly compiled intelligence report in front of Lu Qingshan; her voice was pressed down to a whisper yet carried an unmistakable surge.

"Boss, Wilson has started liquidating assets."

Lu Qingshan lifted his eyes, his gaze scanning the document.

There were no flowery adjectives, only strings of cold lists and numbers, yet they highlighted the outcome of a war more than any proclamation could.

"Mountain‑top villa, No. 10 Pulu Road, valued at 85 million Hong Kong dollars."

"Central, No. 20 Biddah Street, Wilson Building, the entire office tower, valued at 150 million Hong Kong dollars."

"Kowloon, No. 1 Pier and its attached warehouses."

"Jianshazui, Causeway Bay commercial real‑estate projects, seven in total."

"And… the southern part of Lantau Island, undeveloped land, three million square feet."

As the string of asset listings was read, Lu Qingjun, standing nearby, felt his eyelids twitch.

These are not stocks, but solid real estate, the foundation that Wilson and, moreover, the Shason Family behind him have built brick by brick over centuries of dominance on Hong Kong Island!

Now, these foundations are being uprooted by his own hand, bundled and sold off.

"The total estimated value exceeds 4 billion Hong Kong dollars," Ye Ning added, then handed over a more detailed analysis, "These assets are not only on Hong Kong Island, but also include some of his private investments in Southeast Asia. It appears he is liquidating every resource he can to plug the hole in the stock market this time."

In the Trading Room, Li Zhi'an and Wang Yuyun exchanged a glance, each seeing shock in the other's eyes.

They were participants in this campaign, but only upon seeing this list did they concretely feel just how glorious a victory they had achieved.

"4 billion! That sum could severely weaken any British Capital Consortium, and this is merely Wilson's personal loss."

Lu Qingshan's fingers tapped lightly on the list, finally stopping at the line for Lantau Island.

There was no triumphant joy on his face, only the calm of a hunter eyeing its prey.

"It seems the Shason Family's London headquarters didn't cover this hole for him. Old William wants him to cut his own meat to stop the loss, completely abandon him."

One sentence clarified Wilson's most miserable situation at that moment.

This is no longer merely a business failure, but an internal family exile.

"We'll join the fun as well," Lu Qingshan said softly, yet it lifted the spirits of everyone in the Trading Room.

At that moment, the red telephone on the desk rang urgently.

Lu Qingshan answered, and Li Fuying's trademark booming voice came through the receiver, hoarse from a lingering hangover and intensely excited.

"Qing Shan! Did you see the news? That old bastard Wilson is selling his assets! Damn, I was having morning tea today, the whole tea house was buzzing, saying his mountain‑top villa was listed overnight at a price so low that no one dared to take it! Thrilling! It's damn thrilling!"

Li Fuying's laughter was full of a triumphant exhilaration.

"Uncle Li, I just saw the news," Lu Qingshan replied calmly.

"Interested?" Li Fuying got straight to the point, "This is a perfect chance to beat a down‑and‑out dog! Let me tell you, the news I just got says that in the Shason Family's centuries‑long history, this is the first time in Asia they've taken such a huge loss! Wilson, that nephew, rose to power thanks to his uncle's connections; with Old William, he's always second. The first place belongs to Sir Smith, who has long controlled London's enterprises, laughing at him. This time he fell so hard that not only will he lose any claim to the title, he'll lose all his voice in the family!"

Li Fuying paused, his tone gaining a hint of seasoned shrewdness.

"He's now liquidating assets to pay debts, which shows he's truly out of options. Qing Shan, you can go bargain hard, slash the price. He's desperate to act now, and we have the opportunity!"

"Of course we do," Lu Qingshan said, his voice unruffled, "I was just thinking the same."

"Good!" Li Fuying slapped his thigh, "I knew you kid had foresight! I'll immediately gather people from the Business Association; this time we won't fight alone, we'll unite, form a team, and take all those Quality Assets of his in one go! Let him know that on Hong Kong Island, we now call the shots!"

"Uncle Li, no need to make it so complicated," Lu Qingshan interrupted, "The senior members of the Business Association just made a profit; now the priority is to steady the position and digest the fruits of victory. Let me handle the battlefield cleanup."

Li Fuying on the other end of the line was momentarily stunned, then understood Lu Qingshan's meaning.

One must not make a too unsightly display of greed.

The Chinese Chamber of Commerce as a whole just won big; if it immediately pounced to tear at the loser's corpse, its reputation would suffer.

But Lu Qingshan's Xinghan Capital is a private firm, the protagonist on the battlefield, and it is only natural for him to claim the spoils.

"Good, good! You thought it through!" Li Fuying praised sincerely, "Alright, we'll stay out of it, just wave the flag and shout for you! If you need anything, just say the word!"

He hung up, and Lu Qingshan pushed the list toward Ye Ning.

"Form an asset appraisal team, with Liang Zhiwei leading, and re‑value every item on this list. I need to know their true worth and the floor price we can secure."

"Understood," Ye Ning replied immediately.

"Qingjun."

"Brother, I'm here!"

"You lead a team and buy Wilson's mountain‑top villa and the Central office tower for me." Lu Qingshan ordered.

"Huh? Buy it now?" Lu Qingjun asked, surprised, "Don't we wait for Manager Liang's valuation?"

"Don't wait," Lu Qingshan shook his head, "These two items aren't assets, they're spoils, they're flags. I'll plant them on the mountain‑top and in Central at the fastest speed. I want every person on Hong Kong Island to see that the Yingzi era is over."

One sentence chilled everyone present.

They understood the boss wanted not just money but to utterly crush the spiritual totem of Yingzi in every Hong Kong Island heart.

Lu Qingshan watched his brother's departing back, his gaze returning to the list, finally fixing on the Lantau Island parcel.

A faint smile finally curled at the corner of his mouth, a smile others could not comprehend.

Others saw a piece of undeveloped wasteland, remote, with poor transport, its value among all assets almost the lowest.

Only he knew that in a decade a brand‑new global airport would rise from that very wasteland.

This is not wasteland; it is an undiscovered gold mine!

"Ye Ning." Lu Qingshan's voice rang again.

"Boss, at your command."

"All other projects can be negotiated, can be haggled, but Lantau Island," Lu Qingshan's finger pressed heavily on that line, "must be taken at any cost, no matter the price."

Ye Ning, though puzzled, immediately nodded, "Understood."

She was about to relay the order when a trader responsible for information monitoring suddenly hurried over, his face showing a strange hue.

"Boss, Ye, we just detected an abnormal transaction intent."

"Speak."

"There is an offshore company registered in Panama, named 'Pan Ocean United', which this morning, through a Swiss Bank, anonymously submitted a letter of intent to acquire to Wilson's asset agency."

The trader swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice a little hoarse.

"They… they want nothing else, only that piece of land on Lantau Island. Moreover, their offer is five percent higher than Wilson's listed price."

In the Trading Room, silence fell instantly.

Everyone's gaze turned in unison toward Lu Qingshan.

A chill rose from the soles of everyone's feet.

Just as they thought victory was secured and were ready to calmly clean up the battlefield, another more cunning, more lethal shark had silently slipped into this blood‑stained sea.

It did not go after the conspicuous, symbolically huge spoils, but headed straight for the piece that seemed the most inconspicuous yet was actually the fattest prey.

In Ye Ning's mind, the telecom release about Faction increasing its stake in Pan‑European Shipping flashed instantly.

Pan Ocean Investment, Pan Ocean United…

This is certainly no coincidence!

Lu Qingshan listened quietly, his facial expression unchanged, but the cold smile in his eyes grew ever stronger.

"Interesting."

He rose slowly, walked to the massive floor‑to‑ceiling window, and looked at the city beneath, poised to rise again; his voice was low yet clearly reached everyone's ears.

"It seems someone understands 'value investing' better than we do."

"Tell Liang Zhiwei, the evaluation team is dissolved."

"Prepare the money."

"We will no longer be buyers in this auction."

Lu Qingshan turned around, his gaze sweeping over the stunned crowd, and spoke each word deliberately.

"We will be the Banker."