Chapter 346: All‑in! Futures! The Genius Trader Stunned on the Spot!

London, Weilian Wang Dajie 81 Hao, top floor.

He slept deeply; when he woke, the sky outside was overcast and a hint of dusk had appeared, the distant chimes of St. Paul Cathedral floated lazily, mingling with the never‑ending pulse of Financial City, forming a unique urban symphony beyond the thick bullet‑proof glass.

He didn't get up immediately, just propping his head on his arm, calmly staring at the ceiling.

But whenever he wanted, a single thought could, via the internal phone on the desk, instantly connect to the war machine downstairs made up of 120 top traders, turning tens of billions of capital into a data flood capable of toppling a small nation's economy, hurling it at any financial market worldwide.

The feeling of holding the heart of the entire Financial Empire in his hand did not intoxicate him; instead it made him even clearer‑sighted and cold.

Lu Qingjun didn't have his brother's composure.

He had barely slept all night, sporting two massive dark circles under his eyes, pacing back and forth in the huge reception hall like a specter. Beneath his feet lay an expensive Persian carpet, the walls bore an original work by an unknown painter, yet he could not take anything in.

In his mind, at one moment there was the terrifying vault underground, like an abyssal maw that could swallow everything; the next, the building on the map squeezed tightly between the Bank of England and the mayor's residence, seeming ready to be crushed at any moment; and then the name 'Rothschild', which alone made his heart spasm and his scalp tingle.

He felt he hadn't come to London with his brother for business, but had boarded a madman's ship sailing straight into mythic times, and his brother was the craziest, most reckless captain!

"Brother, you're awake?" Seeing Lu Qingshan emerge from the bedroom, Lu Qingjun seemed to have found his backbone, practically lunging at him, his voice laced with feigned vigor and a tremor, "I… I didn't sleep well all night, always felt the floor beneath us was unstable. What if the Bank of England dislikes us and sends people to check the water meter? Our spot is just… way too eye‑catching!"

Lu Qingshan glanced at him, walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of water, and said, "Check the water meter? Would they dare? Ye Ning bought the building cleaner than the queen's jewelry collection. If they dared to come, tomorrow The Times' headline would read, 'Bank of England Abuses Power, Suppresses Foreign Investment, London Financial Center's Reputation in Tatters.'"

He took a sip of water, moistened his throat, picked up the internal phone on the desk, and directly dialed Ye Ning's number.

"Come to my office for a moment."

In less than a minute, Ye Ning, dressed in a sharp women's suit with impeccably styled short hair, pushed the door open. She held a tablet in her hand, her face bearing the excitement and Confidence of someone about to head into battle.

"Boss, the team is fully in place and ready to execute trades at any moment."

Lu Qingshan walked to the massive floor‑to‑ceiling window, hands in his pockets, overlooking the financial city below. As the lights came on, countless rivers of light made of car headlights streamed between ancient buildings, adorning the city like a precise heart laced with circuitry. His gaze finally settled on the brightly lit direction of the London Stock Exchange.

"Ye Ning."

"Here."

"How much capital do we have available on our account?"

Ye Ning glanced at the tablet and quickly reported a string of numbers: "The funds transferred from the Hong Kong Island headquarters have been fully converted into US Dollar; after deducting all preliminary expenses, the currently usable capital is 28.6 billion US Dollar. US Dollar can be traded directly in the London market."

Lu Qingjun, listening nearby, felt his heart seize and a slight dizziness. Over two billion US Dollar, just tossed in like that? This is in a foreign land!

Lu Qingshan nodded, showing no emotional fluctuation, as if it were a trivial number. He slowly turned, looked at Ye Ning, and calmly issued a command that could make the entire building tremble.

"All, All-in Purchase."

"Buy what?" Ye Ning's breath involuntarily held, her gaze instantly sharp as a knife.

"Steel, white sugar, cotton." Lu Qingshan's voice was low but carried a metallic timbre, each word like a bullet, precisely striking the ears of the two present, "All capital, pour it all in, buying futures of these three commodities. I don't want forward contracts; specifically select orders with settlement times within three months—the closer, the better. I want the fastest execution speed; the price may overshoot a bit, no need to worry about a point or two of profit or loss."

"What?!"

This time, it was Ye Ning who screamed out.

The genius trader who had emerged from Wall Street's mountain of corpses and sea of blood, whose face was always cold, now for the first time displayed a mix of absurdity and terror, her blood color draining away instantly! She almost thought she had misheard!

"Boss! Are you certain? All-in! Or near‑month futures! This is no longer bold; it's using 2.8 billion of capital to publicly perform suicide! These three bulk commodities have had no favorable news recently, their prices are as calm as a dead pond, and the trading volume is small. Throwing our massive capital in would only forcibly push the price up, making the whole world see our joke, with no other meaning!"

She felt the supercomputer in her mind, built from countless data and models, was burned out at that moment by this illogical command!

"And moreover…" Ye Ning inhaled deeply, forcing her slightly trembling fingers—shaken by shock—to grip the tablet, and in the most professional tone, voiced the deadliest risk, "The futures trading of these three bulk commodities in the London market each have a common shadow behind them, a titan we absolutely do not want to provoke on day one."

"Who?" Lu Qingjun asked anxiously, feeling his legs start to go weak.

She spat out a name that felt familiar to Lu Qingjun yet ice‑cold: "Shason Family. The one actually handling this business is one of the family's real power holders, Henry Shason."

"He is the cousin of the Weierxun Sha Sun you previously lost to on Hong Kong Island. A true big croc a hundred times more ruthless than Weierxun… People in Financial City call him 'Vulture' because he never misses, and he likes to feast on the skeletons of his foes."

The air in the entire office instantly solidified, oppressive to the point of suffocating.

Lu Qingjun's face turned as white as ash in an instant. He recalled that British guy on Hong Kong Island who had been beaten by his brother into a gray‑headed mess, nearly jumping off a building!

After all that, they came to London not to deal with Jardine, not to go after Swire, but to crash straight into the enemy's stronghold and even go after their own brother's cake? What is this, courting death?!

"Brother! This… this can't be done! This… isn't it plainly telling them we're here for revenge? A strong dragon doesn't crush the local snake; we're… we're basically ramming into their gun barrel!"

Lu Qingjun, frantic and incoherent, tried to rush forward to grab his brother, but found his legs as heavy as if filled with lead.

However, after hearing Ye Ning's report, Lu Qingshan showed no surprise on his face. He simply walked to the desk, sat down slowly, lit a cigarette, and in the swirling smoke his deep eyes grew even calmer, a calm that made the heart race.

He flicked the ash and softly uttered three words.

"I know."

Those simple three words were like three invisible mountains, instantly pressing on Ye Ning and Lu Qingjun's hearts!

He knows!

He has known the opponent from the start! He's not playing randomly; he's playing with an open hand! He intends to use this most brutal, unreasonable method to kick open the Shason Family's gate, in front of the entire London Financial City, and slap their faces!

Ye Ning fell silent, staring rigidly at Lu Qingshan; in those beautiful eyes, beyond the irrepressible shock, there was a fervor and chill she could not comprehend. She felt she was following not a boss but a complete madman, a man who dares to declare war on the gods and enjoys the process.