97: Chapter 97 drops a fatal bombshell, sending short-selling firms to lead the charge.

Lin Zhe stood up and looked at Sun Lixin.

"Five billion dollars is too little."

Sun Lixin was stunned. Five billion dollars was too little? That was already the wealth that established Jiangcheng families could accumulate over more than a decade!

"Since we're going to play, let's play big." Lin Zhe stared at the Haiboshen Pharmaceutical logo on the large screen.

"I want you to split into two groups."

"Sun Lixin, use all the funds currently in your hands to quietly build short positions in the market. Remember, keep it diversified, break it down into smaller parts, and don't arouse the suspicion of those Wall Street sharks. Accumulate the positions slowly."

"Zhou Ye." Lin Zhe turned to look at the hacker. "Immediately send this dirt to Haiboshen Pharmaceutical's mortal enemies, or to those ruthless short-selling institutions on Wall Street."

Both Zhou Ye and Sun Lixin were dumbfounded.

"Boss, send it to others? Isn't that just feeding the meat to someone else!" Sun Lixin said anxiously. "Once the news leaks, they will immediately front-run the short sell, and our profit margins will be drastically compressed!"

Lin Zhe smiled faintly.

"What I want is for them to front-run."

"Behind Haiboshen Pharmaceutical stand several major Wall Street conglomerates. Relying solely on our eight hundred million dollars, even with leverage, we might not be able to trample this elephant to death in one go. Once they come to their senses and use massive amounts of capital to defend the market or forcibly drive up the stock price, our small principal could be liquidated at any moment."

"Borrowing a knife to kill," Lin Zhe walked to the window. "Send the dirt to the greediest pack of wolves on Wall Street and let them bite Haiboshen Pharmaceutical. When they are fighting most fiercely and Haiboshen Pharmaceutical's defenses have completely collapsed, we will enter the market to harvest."

Sun Lixin understood Lin Zhe's intention in an instant, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead on the spot.

The boss wants to let the entire Wall Street tear each other apart first, then hide behind the scenes to reap the rewards!

This appetite is simply ten times greater than those capitalists who eat people without spitting out the bones!

"Not only that." Lin Zhe turned around. "Zhou Ye, when you send the dirt, leave a backdoor in the file. For any institution that downloads and opens this file, find out all their trading accounts and trump cards for me."

"They think they are hunting Haiboshen Pharmaceutical, but in reality, they are all our prey."

Zhou Ye felt his scalp tingle as he listened.

This move was too ruthless! Not only did he want to use others' funds to crash the market, but he also wanted to wipe out these short-selling institutions in one fell swoop!

"Understood! Boss, just watch, I'm most familiar with these fishing and poisoning tactics!" Zhou Ye interlaced his fingers to stretch his joints and dove straight for the keyboard.

Lin Zhe didn't stay any longer and turned to leave the trading room.

The rest of the matters could be left to these two geniuses to handle.

...

Across the ocean. Manhattan, New York, Wall Street.

Muddy Waters Research headquarters building.

This was a globally notorious short-selling institution.

They were best at finding loopholes in listed companies, publishing short-selling reports, triggering panic selling, and profiting from it.

Chief Analyst David had just finished a cup of espresso and was preparing to take a look at today's market trend.

Suddenly, an anonymous email popped up in his private computer inbox.

The email had no subject, only one sentence: "The death knell for Haiboshen Pharmaceutical."

David frowned.

He received dozens of such spam emails every day and was just about to delete it when his eyes swept over the name of the email attachment: "Internal Directory of the FDA Review Committee and Details of Offshore Accounts.pdf."

David paused for a moment and opened the attachment.

After reading less than two pages, the coffee cup in the hands of this veteran analyst who had been in Wall Street for twenty years smashed directly onto the floor.

Dark brown liquid splashed all over him, but he couldn't care about wiping it off and scrambled out of the office.

"Boss! Something huge has happened!"

David pushed open the door of the fund president's office.

"I've got Haiboshen Pharmaceutical's bottom line! They're finished!"

The president was an old fox with a head full of white hair, looking at David with displeasure: "Calm down, David. Haiboshen Pharmaceutical is at its hottest right now; you say they're finished?"

David slammed his tablet onto the desk.

Ten minutes later, the old fox's hoarse and crazy laughter could be heard from the president's office.

"My God! Which idiot sent this great gift!" The old fox took a deep puff of his cigar. "Notify the trading department immediately! Call up all available funds! Short Haiboshen Pharmaceutical at all costs for me!"

"I want them dead!"

The same scene was playing out simultaneously in the offices of two other top Wall Street short-selling institutions.

...

Eleven o'clock at night, thirty minutes until the US stock market opened.

The air conditioning in the trading room on the third floor of Yunding Mansion was set very low, and the computer fans emitted a continuous, low hum.

There were six empty Red Bull cans in front of Zhou Ye, and his ten fingers were clattering away on the keyboard.

On the three large screens in front of him, countless lines of green code were scrolling down rapidly like a waterfall.

"These bastards are really going all out." Zhou Ye bit his lollipop, spat, and said, "Boss, I've monitored the internal trading channels of Muddy Waters, Citron, and those other short-selling institutions. They've emptied out all their reserves and scraped together at least forty billion dollars in short positions. It's all riding on Haiboshen Pharmaceutical."

Lin Zhe sat on the leather sofa in the back, holding a glass of whiskey with ice cubes, swirling it casually.

"People die for wealth." Lin Zhe took a sip of his drink. "If that pack of starving wolves on Wall Street didn't even have the guts to take on a hundred-billion-dollar-level dirt delivered to their doorstep, they would have been eliminated long ago."

Beside him, Sun Lixin was staring intently at the largest curved screen in the center.

He wasn't as relaxed as Zhou Ye, appearing instead extremely agitated; in the account in front of him lay eight hundred million dollars in principal.

Eight hundred million dollars wouldn't even make a splash in the normal US stock market.

But with fifty times leverage, combined with Zhou Ye's full-map vision, in the financial tsunami about to erupt, this would absolutely be the sharpest harvesting knife.

"Boss, our eight hundred million dollars is now broken down and distributed across one hundred and twenty offshore accounts." Sun Lixin rubbed his cheeks hard to relax his facial muscles. "All short orders are placed. As soon as the market opens, our orders will be mixed in with the main funds of Muddy Waters. Even the gods couldn't trace our origins."

"Follow your own rhythm." Lin Zhe leaned back on the sofa. "Tonight, in this room, you call the shots."

Having received Lin Zhe's authorization, Sun Lixin took a deep breath, placed his hands on the keyboard, and stared unblinkingly at the time in the bottom right corner of the screen.

Eleven-thirty. The US stock market opened on time.

And it was exactly at this second.

The official social media accounts of Wall Street's Muddy Waters, as well as the financial columns of Bloomberg and Reuters, simultaneously popped up a seventy-page PDF file.

The title was simple and brutal: "Haiboshen Pharmaceutical: The Graveyard of a 120 Billion Market Cap."

Inside the attachment, real data on fatal cases of the new anti-cancer drug, clinical reports that were concealed, and even details of offshore accounts where FDA review committee members accepted bribes were all laid out. There were pictures and the truth, and every single transfer record was clearly traceable.

This document was like a nuclear bomb of equivalent yield, exploding directly in the US stock market.