Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The slaughter continued in the first second after the circuit breaker was restored.

On Ma Dongteng's six screens, Penguin Music's K-line crashed through all support levels in an almost freefall manner, with a drop of nearly 32%.

Brokerage firms' liquidation warnings have escalated from polite "please add more funds" to threatening "forced execution will be carried out in fifteen minutes."

The CFO burst into the office, his face so pale it could be used as a reflector.

"Mr. Ma! Our cash reserves are zero! The pledged $400 million amount has been fully utilized, and we still need $120 million more in margin!"

Ma Dongteng slumped in the boss's chair, his vision blurring.

120 million.

Three days ago, this would have been pocket money he could easily access with a flick of his finger.

But right now, Penguin Music can't even scrape together 120 million RMB, let alone US dollars.

Marcus of Deepsea Capital chose the worst possible time; it was a direct and ruthless move.

He was betting that market sentiment would lag behind Xu Qing's live broadcast reversal last night.

Retail investors were still cheering for Xu Qing online, while short sellers had already plunged their knives into the lifeline of Tencent Music.

Ma Dongteng's phone suddenly rang; it was a barrage of calls from the top brokerage firm in New York.

"Mr. Ma, this is an ultimatum. If we don't see the additional margin payment in ten minutes, we will initiate the liquidation process immediately."

Ma Dongteng gripped his phone so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

ten minutes.

He didn't even have enough time to beg his grandparents for money.

The office door was carefully pushed open, and the secretary poked half her head in: "Mr. Ma, the text of the bankruptcy liquidation agreement has been drafted, and the lawyer is waiting for your signature in the conference room..."

"Get out!"

Ma Dongteng roared and kicked over the trash can next to him.

The secretary disappeared at a speed comparable to teleportation.

Ma Dongteng gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, watching helplessly as the ghastly green candlestick chart turned into a death knell, slowly strangling the fruits of his twelve years of hard work.

The drop was 35 percent.

The circuit breaker was triggered for the second time.

Trading was once again forcibly suspended.

Ma Dongteng knew better than anyone that this was the last chance to catch his breath.

If the market continues to plummet after the recovery, those vampires on Wall Street won't leave him a whole corpse.

Eight minutes.

Seven minutes.

Six minutes.

He buried his head between his arms in despair.

……

Beijing.

Outside the Fourth Ring Road.

In an unassuming high-rise apartment building, the atmosphere was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Luo Tianxiong sat imposingly in a rosewood armchair, holding a patina-covered purple clay teapot in his hand.

On the rosewood tea table in front of him, three screens were arranged in a row.

The area on the left is the bloody real-time betting odds of Nasdaq Penguin Music.

The middle section displays the holding accounts of three offshore dark pools, and the number of zeros in the string of numbers above them is so many that it could make an ordinary person faint on the spot.

On the right is a minimalist encrypted communication interface with only one line of text: "Dark Pool One, Two, Three, funds in place, awaiting instructions."

The butler, Old Zhou, stood three steps away, not daring to even breathe.

Luo Tianxiong slowly took a sip of tea and placed the purple clay teapot on the table.

"How low has it fallen?"

"Thirty-five. Second circuit breaker."

Old Zhou's voice trembled uncontrollably, "Sir, given the current scale of the short selling, once trading resumes, the price will likely be halved. Mr. Ma of Tencent Music... definitely won't be able to withstand the next candlestick."

Luo Tianxiong grunted an "Mmm" without even lifting his eyelids.

He reached into a hidden compartment in the coffee table and pulled out an old-fashioned cell phone without a label, then dialed a number.

The call was to Xu Qing.

The call connects in three seconds.

"Uncle Luo."

Xu Qing's voice was steady and calm, and on the other end of the phone, Luo Qianyu could be faintly heard asking if they wanted a fried egg.

Luo Tianxiong cut to the chase: "When are you going to make up for the braised pork you owe my daughter?"

"at any time."

"Get over here this weekend and remake that ridiculously salty dish from last time. If you still can't do it right, don't even think about setting foot in the Luo family again."

Xu Qing remained silent for half a second on the other end.

"it is good."

Luo Tianxiong hung up the phone decisively, stood up, and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The Beijing skyline in late autumn was shrouded in a hazy gray smog, but his eyes, weathered by time, shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Old Zhou."

"exist!"

"How long until the second circuit breaker is triggered?"

"Two minutes and ten seconds."

Luo Tianxiong stood with his hands behind his back, his back straight as a spear piercing the sky.

"The moment trading resumes, send all three dark pools in with your entire capital!"

Old Zhou was shocked and completely stunned.

"Sir, the total amount of these three sums of money is—"

Are you deaf?

Luo Tianxiong tilted his head slightly, his eyes looking down at him arrogantly. "I'm right, I mean everything."

Old Zhou swallowed hard.

He had followed Luo Tianxiong for thirty years and had witnessed this man's shrewdness in the business world, but this kind of earth-shattering gamble was a first in thirty years.

Three offshore dark pool accounts.

Total funds pool: tens of billions of US dollars.

It's not RMB, it's tens of billions of US dollars in real money.

Before carrying out the order, Old Zhou couldn't help but blurt out in a trembling voice, "Sir, if people outside find out that this money was paid by you on behalf of Tencent Music... isn't this a huge debt?"

Luo Tianxiong walked to the wine cabinet, picked up a bottle of 50-year-old Moutai, and poured himself a full glass.

"Who the hell said it was made for penguins?"

He picked up his wine glass, looked out at the gray sky, and let out a cold laugh with utter disdain.

"Those ignorant foreign devils from Deep Sea Capital dare to mess with my future son-in-law's business."

"I'll teach them a lesson today, and show them who's the boss in this area!"

The wine glass slammed heavily against the windowsill, making a crisp sound.

"Go and do it!"

The speed at which Lao Zhou turned around and rushed out the door set a new record for him in the past thirty years.

……

Circuit breaker countdown: 10 seconds.

The office of Ma Dongteng was deathly silent.

The CFO had already pushed the bankruptcy liquidation agreement right under his nose.

The black pen was placed next to the A4 paper, which was very glaring.

Ma Dongteng stared intently at the blank space for "legal representative," his hands trembling like a leaf.

Five seconds.

Four seconds.

three seconds.

He resignedly picked up the pen.

two seconds.

The moment the pen tip struck the paper hard—the circuit breaker was lifted, and the trading channel reopened.

Ma Dongteng's peripheral vision numbly swept across the screen at the very edge.

Then, his hand froze completely.

The pen tip spread a huge ink dot on the paper, but couldn't go any further, not even a millimeter.

Because on the screen, a crazy spectacle is unfolding that will be recorded in the annals of Wall Street finance.

Buying.

A terrifying buying spree, like divine intervention!

It wasn't retail investors cautiously buying at the bottom, nor was it speculative capital trying to take advantage of the situation.

Three massive, nuclear-level capital flows, like a tsunami, violently burst through the doors of Penguin Music the very first second after trading resumed!

All the short positions from sell order 1 to sell order 10 were wiped out instantly, as if swallowed whole by a prehistoric behemoth!

The volume bar chart exploded with a towering, fiery red pillar, crushing all previous trading volumes into insignificant dust.

The decline went from 35% to 30% to 25%!

Just five seconds!

They managed to pull the drop back up by ten points!

This isn't a market rescue; it's practically grinding the short sellers on Wall Street into the ground!

The pen in Ma Dongteng's hand fell to the table with a "thud" and rolled onto the carpet.

His bloodshot eyes glared, and his voice boomed through the heavens.

"What the hell... which deity has appeared?!"