The richest man started taking advantage of loopholes after joining Alibaba.

New York. Queens.

Inside an unassuming short-term rental apartment.

This is the temporary command center of the "Ark Foundation".

Compared to the top trading rooms on Wall Street with hundreds of Bloomberg terminals, this place is as rudimentary as a shabby internet cafe.

There were only a few high-end Alienware computers, takeout boxes scattered all over the floor, and an overwhelming smell of smoke.

May 17, 2019. Friday.

There are two hours left before the market closes.

"Boss, the money's here."

Xie Yu stared at the account balance on the screen.

That long string of zeros looked like a row of soldiers ready for battle.

$ 3.825 billion.

This is all the assets that Lin Che just "tricked" from Sequoia Capital.

"it is good."

Lin Che sat on the sofa by the window.

He was holding a warm can of cola in his hand.

He didn't look at the screen, but stared at the gray sky outside the window.

That's the color before a downpour.

"Establish a position."

Lin Che's voice was very soft.

But it was like a nail, firmly driven into the floor.

Underlying asset: Nasdaq 100 index put options. Expiry date: Next Friday.

"Underlying asset: Short option on the Philadelphia Semiconductor Index"

"Leverage: Five times."

"Direction: Full position."

A deathly silence.

Apart from the hum of the computer fan, there was no other sound.

The three seasoned Wall Street traders, who had been poached with high salaries, were now completely stunned, as if struck by lightning.

stiff.

Petrochemicals.

One of the white traders, named David, dropped his mouse onto the table with a "thud".

"Five...five times?"

David turned his head, and his neck cracked.

His eyes were filled with terror.

"Boss, the Nasdaq is currently at an all-time high! All technical indicators are showing golden crosses! Apple just released better-than-expected guidance, and market sentiment is extremely greedy!"

"You're going against the entire Wall Street!"

"This isn't just suicide, this is... this is throwing money into a shredder!"

"implement."

Lin Che did not explain.

He only said two words.

"I won't do it!"

The CFO suddenly stood up.

This was a Jewish man in his fifties, known for his steadiness.

At that moment, he was so angry that he was trembling all over, and the flesh on his face was shaking.

"I am the financial manager here! I have the right to refuse this irrational gamble!"

"This money is the lifeblood of the company!"

"I'm going to call the police! I'm going to report this to the board of directors..."

"I am the board of directors."

Lin Che interrupted him.

The sound remained steady, without any fluctuation.

He stood up.

Walk up to the CFO.

"You can resign, now, immediately, get out."

"But before you walk out this door."

Lin Che pointed to the computers.

"This deal must be done."

"If you won't do it, I have plenty of other people who will."

The CFO gaped, his throat emitting a loud, booming sound.

He looked at Lin Che.

It's like looking at a madman.

A madman who has completely lost his mind and is consumed by the gambling mentality.

"You'll go to hell..."

The CFO slumped to the ground, clutching his head in his hands.

"You'll take us all to hell..."

"Maybe."

Lin Che turned around.

He had his back to everyone.

"But before that, I want to show Wall Street what hell looks like."

……

Ten minutes later.

The transaction has begun.

This was a silent massacre.

The initial capital of $3.8 million, amplified by 5x leverage, turned into a short position of nearly $20 billion.

Massive sell orders crept into the market like ghosts.

The Nasdaq index trembled slightly.

It's like a giant elephant getting bitten by a mosquito.

Don't care.

The market is still rising.

Every second, the unrealized losses in the account are increasing.

red.

A glaring red.

- $50 million.

- $120 million.

- $300 million.

David's hands were shaking.

Sweat streamed down my forehead and into my eyes, stinging painfully.

Every time he typed, he felt like he was jumping off a cliff.

"Boss...should we add more?"

David's voice was choked with sobs.

"The current premium is too high; we're shorting during a bull market..."

"add."

Lin Che stood behind him.

Like a statue.

"Eat as much as you can. Drain all the fluidity from me."

Jim Keller stood in the corner the whole time.

He doesn't understand finance.

But he understands logic.

He looked at the upward-trending candlestick chart on the screen, then glanced at Lin Che, who remained expressionless.

"Forest."

Jim walked over and lowered his voice.

"I don't understand what you're betting on."

"If you're trying to get revenge on Mark this way, that's incredibly stupid."

"Technology has cycles. The chip industry is currently in a growth phase, and there are no fundamental problems."

"Fundamentals?"

Lin Che smiled.

That smile was cold.

It carries a compassion that sees through the ways of the world.

"Jim, you only understand silicon-based logic."

"You don't understand carbon-based politics."

Lin Che pointed to the time in the upper right corner of the screen.

2019.5.17 15:55

Five minutes later, the US stock market will close.

This will be the last peaceful weekend.

"In this world, there are some forces more terrifying than Moore's Law."

Lin Che said softly.

"It can turn cutting-edge technology into scrap metal overnight."

"It can also turn the strongest allies into enemies."

"for example?"

Jim frowned.

"For example, a piece of paper."

……

"bite--"

The closing bell rang.

Everything has settled down.

There is currently not a single penny of cash in the Ark Foundation's account.

Only a fully leveraged put option position.

This is a "death contract" worth $20 billion.

If the Nasdaq index does not plummet when the market opens next Monday, and if the semiconductor sector continues to rise.

This $20 billion will be wiped out the moment the market opens.

The finance officer has already left.

Before leaving, he gave Lin Che one last look, as if he were looking at a dead man.

The traders slumped in their chairs, looking like they had just finished a marathon.

collapse.

despair.

Only Lin Che.

He took a bottle of whiskey from the refrigerator.

I poured a glass.

No ice added.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the New York night view that had already lit up.

The spire of the Empire State Building shimmered with red and blue light.

Cruise ships are shuttling back and forth on the Hudson River.

bustling.

Prosperity.

This is the heart of global capital.

Billions of dollars flow here every second.

But in Lin Che's eyes...

This is a sandcastle that is about to collapse.

He raised his glass.

I gently touched it in a certain direction in the void.

"Respect arrogance."

He took a sip of the strong liquor.

The spicy liquid slid down my throat and burned into my stomach like fire.

He is waiting.

He was waiting for that turning point in history.

5 month 19 day.

That day is etched in his mind.

It's as clear as if it were engraved on a tombstone.

On this day in the previous life, Google announced the suspension of some business dealings with Huawei.

Subsequently, Intel, Qualcomm, and Broadcom followed suit.

A major earthquake has struck the global supply chain.

That was the first shot fired in the formal start of the US-China technology war.

This also marked the beginning of the fragmentation of the global semiconductor supply chain.

At that time, Lin Che was just a small-time engineer, watching the news and marveling at the tide of the times.

And now.

He was the only one in this torrent who had built an ark in advance.

……

Two days later.

Sunday.

May 19, 2019. Early morning.

The apartment was pitch black.

Only the phone screen in front of Lin Che was faintly lit.

He didn't sleep.

He is waiting.

This was probably the longest wait he had ever experienced since his rebirth.

What if the butterfly effect changed history?

What if Google postpones its decision?

in case……

No if.

Lin Che's knuckles turned white as he gripped the wine glass.

He's gambling with the fate of the nation.

They are also betting on American arrogance.

Sudden.

My phone vibrated.

That was a breaking news alert from Reuters.

The screen lights up.

The words stood out starkly in the darkness.

[Exclusive: Following the blacklist, Google suspends some business dealings with Warwick]

Followed by.

Article .

Intel, Qualcomm, Xilinx, and Broadcom have announced a supply halt to Huawei until further notice.

coming.

finally come.

The black swan flapped its wings.

The hurricane has arrived.

Lin Che looked at the two news articles.

My breath stopped for a second.

then.

He downed the rest of the whiskey in one gulp.

Spicy.

happy.

"The show is about to begin."

He stood up and walked behind David, who was dozing.

He kicked the chair.

"stand up!"

Lin Che's voice boomed in the darkness.

It was with a bloodthirsty excitement.

"Get to work."

David opened his eyes groggily, still not understanding what was going on.

"Boss...it's past midnight..."

"Check the news."

Lin Che tossed the phone to him.

David rubbed his eyes and looked at the screen.

next second.

He suddenly jumped up from his chair.

Pupil earthquake.

His mouth was so wide open that a fist could fit inside.

"Holy shit..."

David looked at Lin Che with trembling eyes.

His eyes changed.

It's no longer about watching madmen.

Instead, they were watching a...

prophet.

Even death itself.

"This...this is what you mean by fundamentals?"

Jim was also woken up.

He leaned closer and glanced at the news.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

As a technician, he understood what this meant better than anyone else.

This signifies a complete breakdown of the global technology supply chain.

This means countless orders will be cancelled.

mean……

Tomorrow, when the market opens, the US tech sector will experience an epic crash.

"Is the champagne ready?"

Lin Che walked to the window.

Looking at Manhattan, which is still asleep.

Looking at the city that was about to be engulfed by panic.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Tomorrow morning."

"We're going to harvest the corpses of the entire Wall Street."