Chapter 406: Touch My Family? Then I'll Take Down Your Neighbors as Well!

The air in the apartment seemed to have been sucked dry.

Ye Ning's fingers hovered over the keyboard, without even confirming the command; her body reacted before her mind, dialing Wilson's direct line outright.

"The boss's latest order," she said, her voice devoid of any extra emotion, like a precise relay machine, "Immediately release to the market the Risk Exposure Message of Goldman Sachs in the Russian long‑term bond market."

On the other end, Wilson in London was holding a glass of whisky, savoring the thrill of being a "General."

Hearing that, the glass in his hand jolted violently, spilling golden liquid onto the expensive Persian rug.

He couldn't attend to it.

"Now?" Wilson's tone shifted, trembling with alarm, "But… Mr. Lu, we just completed a five‑billion‑dollar deal with Goldman Sachs! They're our biggest counter‑party in the CDS market! If we blow them up now, we…"

"Execute the order," Ye Ning cut him off coldly, then hung up the call.

She needed no explanation.

She was merely the boss's blade—where it points, it cuts.

Lu Qingshan's gaze swept over every frozen person in the room.

"Brother…" Lu Qingjun's Adam's apple bobbed, his throat feeling dry, "This… this is so dry, is it too… too ruthless? Goldman Sachs… they have nothing to do with this."

"Nothing to do with it?" Lu Qingshan repeated, then smiled.

That smile held no warmth, only a barren snowfield.

"When John Parker decided to reach for my family, everyone standing by him, cheering him on, hoping to take a share from me, became involved."

He stepped in front of David Cohen.

David's body trembled, not from fear but from a shudder of nerves uncontrollably rattled after a massive force struck him.

"David, did you study military history at the Wharton School before?"

David shook his head blankly.

"During World War II, the Allies sometimes flattened neighboring residential districts while bombing German factories," Lu Qingshan said softly, yet his voice hammered each person's heart like a heavy drum, "It's inhumane, but effective."

"Because it makes every German understand one thing—war has no safe zones."

"I will make John Parker understand, I will make the entire Wall Street understand," Lu Qingshan's voice suddenly sharpened, "When you take the war off‑exchange and try to hurt my family, I will escalate the war as well."

"If you attack my subordinates, I will sue you in court."

"If you investigate my family, I will strike your allies and bomb your profit sources!"

"I will make everyone who wants to watch Morgan coldly from the sidelines, or even loot the fire, see clearly that standing beside John Parker has a cost! And that cost they cannot afford!"

Li Junjie adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses burning with an almost manic flame.

He understood!

The boss isn't seeking revenge; this is a "kill the chicken to warn the monkey" move!

No, this is a hundred times more terrifying than killing a chicken to warn a monkey!

This uses the blood of Goldman Sachs, the "chicken," to warn all the "monkeys" on Wall Street: anyone who dares approach John Parker becomes the next Goldman Sachs!

It is the most primal, and also the most effective, terror.

A financial terror fueled by a hundred billion US Dollars!

…

New York, Goldman Sachs Headquarters.

Lloyd, head of the Trading Department, sat with his legs crossed, bragging to his star traders how easily he had swindled a fifty‑billion‑US‑Dollar "gift" from the Eastern Santa Claus.

The entire Trading Hall was filled with a lively atmosphere.

Suddenly, the Bloomberg Terminal emitted a sharp alarm.

A red flash news burst out.

【Rumor: Goldman Sachs Group holds undisclosed Risk Position exceeding two hundred billion US Dollars in the Russian long‑term bond market.】

Lloyd's smile froze on his face in an instant.

The traders beside him seemed as if someone had clamped their throats; all laughter and whistling abruptly ceased.

"FXXK!"

"Who did this?!"

"Impossible! How could this information leak out!"

The Trading Hall, after a death‑like silence, instantly erupted.

Phone rings blared everywhere, traders shouting like headless flies, each face etched with apocalyptic terror.

Lloyd's complexion turned from flushed to pallid within seconds.

He knew better than anyone that this rumor was not a rumor.

It was true!

It was the most core, and most risky, secret profit source of their Trading Department!

He suddenly recalled, half an hour earlier, the Eastern Santa Claus.

That "foolish but rich" Eastern guy, the fool they mocked so recklessly.

A chill surged from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head.

Trap!

That fifty‑billion CDS Order was no gift at all!

It was a narcotic!

It was a dose of narcotic injected when they were at their most complacent, relaxed, and greedy!

Then, as they savored the narcotic's high, the opponent brandished a scalpel, stabbing a lethal point.

"It must be him… it has to be him…" Lloyd trembled, his lips quivering, the former swagger gone.

He watched the screen as Goldman Sachs's stock plummeted in after‑hours trading, falling straight down like a kite whose string had snapped.

……

Morgan Stanley headquarters.

John Parker had just finished a call with a private detective, a hint of triumphant snarl on his face.

He believed that it wouldn't be long before that Eastern youngster named Lu Qingshan would be on his knees begging him.

At that moment, his personal assistant rushed in, crawling and rolling, with a look as if they'd seen a ghost.

"Sir! Something's happened! Goldman Sachs... Goldman Sachs is in trouble!"

"Goldman Sachs?" Parker frowned; he wasn't interested in the turmoil of that ally.

"Their secret positions have been exposed! In the Russian market! The stock price... the stock price collapsed in after‑hours trading!"

Parker felt a sudden thud in his chest; he instantly realized this wasn't a simple matter.

Before he could react, another dedicated line on his desk rang.

It was the head of the company's Capital City office calling.

"Chairman... we're finished..." The voice on the other end, trembling with sobs, said, "Huaxia Business Department, Foreign Exchange Administration Bureau... all departments have sent us Risk Alert Letters! All our partners just now unilaterally terminated every cooperation with us!"

"What?" Parker sprang to his feet, feeling his blood rush to his head.

"They also said... they said you and your family have been placed on the Blacklist, forever... forever barred from entering Huaxia..."

"Boom!"

The two pieces of news, like a pair of heavy blows, one left and one right, slammed hard onto John Parker's temples.

His vision went black, his body jolted violently, and he grabbed the desk to keep from falling.

He wasn't a fool.

He understood instantly.

This is revenge!

It was that Eastern man named Lu Qingshan, a mad retaliation for his investigation into his family!

He didn't cry, didn't beg for mercy, not even a single useless word.

He flipped the table outright!

And not his own table—he ran over and flipped the neighbor's tables as well!

Parker gasped heavily, feeling his heart gripped by an icy hand, nearly ceasing to beat.

Only then did he realize that what he had provoked was not a plump lamb at all.

It was a prehistoric behemoth from the East, cloaked in sheep's skin!

If you touch a single hair on it, it will incinerate you and your entire forest into ash!

……

Saint Remo Apartment.

On TV, the financial news anchor was speaking at breakneck speed, reporting the Goldman Sachs Group's "Black Swan" incident.

Below the screen, Goldman Sachs' after‑hours stock price had already dropped twelve percent.

In the whole room, only Lu Qingshan sat leisurely on the sofa, sipping a cup of gongfu tea that had grown a bit cool.

David, Li Junjie, and Lu Qingjun stood side by side, like three petrified statues, gazing up at the Eastern man's silhouette.

In their minds, fear and confusion were gone, leaving only a primal awe of higher‑dimensional wisdom.

At that moment, Ye Ning's encrypted communicator rang again.

After answering, she listened for a few sentences, her expression turning unusually strange.

She looked up, staring at Lu Qingshan.

"Boss."

"Speak."

"Our trader reports," Ye Ning's voice carried a hint of incredulous confusion, "just now a mysterious massive fund appeared in the market."

"It's also short selling."

"Like us, it's frantically buying Lehman Brothers AAA rating MBS credit default swaps."

Ye Ning paused, then added the most crucial sentence.

"According to our flow monitoring, its capital size is not smaller than ours."