After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The hall was eerily quiet.

After saying that.

Zhou Ran stood under the spotlight and raised his hand to straighten his cuffs.

His movements were slow and deliberate, as elegant as a gentleman's.

The ghastly green candlestick chart on the huge LED screen behind him was shocking.

Even so, it did not affect Zhou Ran's composure.

"Bring me your head?"

Finally, someone in the audience stood up.

He wore a dark blue striped suit and his hair was meticulously styled with hair gel.

Zhao Li.

Huangshan Capital's special analyst, known in the industry for his sharp tongue.

He didn't hold a microphone, but his voice was so sharp it pierced the entire room.

"Mr. Zhou, you can't manipulate financial statements with violence."

Zhao Li pushed up his glasses, his eyes filled with the disdain of a professional for a brute.

"What you just said was incredibly emotionally valuable."

But in the financial world, emotions are the cheapest form of trash.

The Xiao Group has current liabilities of 12 billion, and the Song family consortium's offshore short-selling fund pool exceeds 20 billion US dollars.

He held up two fingers and pointed at Zhou Ran from a distance.

Two hundred billion.

US dollars.

What will you use to receive it?

Take your biceps?

Or should I use your worthless head?

A few scattered laughs broke out.

As everyone's fear of Zhou Ran subsided, reason returned.

The reporters then realized what was happening.

Yeah, no matter how good Zhou is at fighting, no matter how big his trapezius muscles are.

Can't we just go through the internet and kill the fund manager?

This is a numbers game, a meat grinder of capital.

Zhou Ran placed her hands on the podium and leaned forward.

His purplish-gold pupils narrowed, locking onto Zhao Li.

There was no outburst of anger, no explanation.

He simply extended one finger and pressed the Enter key on the laptop.

Snapped.

The image on the large screen suddenly changed.

The dismal green stock price chart shrank to the corner, and a complex fund flow topology chart popped up in the center, next to a bright red official freeze notice.

Zhao Li.

On the 18th of last month, Song Tiancheng transferred two million to your mistress's account as a consulting fee.

Zhao Li's face turned pale, and he was about to open his mouth.

"Shut up."

Two words.

Without any embellishment, it slammed down with the divine pressure of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator.

Zhao Li's knees buckled, and he slumped back into the chair, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Zhou Ran sneered, drawing a red line across the large screen with his finger.

"You look at candlestick charts, I look at cause and effect."

"The Song family used five times leverage to short sell, and the margin came from Jinghong Construction's capital pool."

Zhou Ran tapped the red circle heavily with his finger.

"Half an hour ago, Jinghong Construction's cash flow was forcibly cut off by regulators due to a major engineering accident."

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

Even experienced media professionals are trembling.

The funding chain was disrupted, and no additional margin could be deposited.

Five times leverage.

If the stock price rebounds by 20%, the Song family's 20 billion US dollars will explode on the spot.

"You...you're using sophistry!"

Zhao Liqiang roared with his last bit of strength.

Even if Jinghong runs into trouble, the market is currently in a state of panic selling! Who would dare to buy?

Who would dare to step in and catch the flying knife at this moment?

Without capital entering the market, your theory is just a piece of waste paper!

Zhou Ran looked at him with indifferent eyes.

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.

"9:30."

"The market has opened."

Zhou Ran put down his hand, picked up the water glass on the table, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"You're saying no one dares to buy it?"

"Then open your dog eyes and see clearly what a magic disk is."

The words had barely left his lips.

The stock price chart in the lower left corner of the large screen suddenly jumped.

The five million sell orders that were originally locked at the daily limit down were swallowed up in one gulp.

490 million lots.

300 million lots.

0.

The numbers were changing so fast it was dizzying, and it was impossible to keep up with the speed of transactions.

The hall erupted in chaos.

The sound of camera shutters was like a torrential downpour, and the flashes of light illuminated Zhou Ran's face in shifting shadows.

"The board has popped up!"

Someone's using a springboard!

"Eating two million hands in one second?"

That's billions in cash flow!

"This is insane! This is a violent price surge!"

Zhao Li stared intently at the screen, his lips trembling. Faced with that massive torrent of funds, his professional analysis seemed like a joke.

Zhou Ran stood on the stage with his hands in his pockets.

He doesn't need to understand those complicated financial models.

From the perspective of the Demon Eye, money is power.

The Song family's fate is sealed; it is death.

He cut off the deathly energy and injected vitality.

In the corner, Chen Ya held her phone, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

The queen, who was usually aloof and high above everyone else, now had flushed cheeks and was breathing rapidly.

As she issued her commands, the green line on the big screen bounced back after hitting bottom.

Raise your head and soar into the sky.

-10%

-5%

0%

Turning red.

In just three minutes, the floor was completely destroyed.

"It's hit the daily limit!"

Straight line sealing!

Someone screamed in a shaky voice.

The live stream chat froze for three seconds, then started spamming, causing the server to crash.

Zhou Ran ignored all the noise.

He walked back to the microphone, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"Zhao Li."

Zhao Li collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

"Go back and tell your master."

"That's just interest."

"I will keep this stock locked at its daily limit up until the market closes."

Every penny the Song family invests will become my spoils.

"I will use this money to buy the best coffin for the Song family."

After saying that, he strode off the stage.

The crowd parted automatically to make way, everyone lowered their heads, and no one dared to look directly into those purple-gold eyes.

……

Backstage lounge.

The door had just closed, shutting out the noise from outside.

A hot, soft body crashed directly into Zhou Ran's arms.

Chen Ya clung to him, cupping his face in her hands, her eyes glazed and fervent.

"You're a madman..."

She bit Zhou Ran's lower lip, her voice trembling.

"If the Song family adds another 1 billion in margin, our cash flow will be cut off!"

"They've lost their chance."

Zhou Ran's large hand supported her slender waist, pressing her against the door.

"In my rules, the enemy only has one chance to strike."

Chen Ya looked at the man in front of her.

The domineering aura he exuded on stage just now was more effective than any medicine.

She thought she liked the young, muscular man who could conquer her body.

Only now did she realize that she was more infatuated with this devil who could manipulate fame and fortune.

"Where did you learn this from?"

Zhou Ran lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"That's talent."

"There's an even more amazing talent, would you like to...?"

"Beep beep beep~"

A sudden, urgent alarm sounded.

That's a notification sound unique to trading software.

Large amounts of unusual funds entered the market.

Chen Ya's expression changed drastically, instantly snapping out of her reverie and rushing to the computer.

Her pupils contracted sharply after just one glance.

Something's not right!

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Ran walked over.

"Another source of funds has entered!"

Chen Ya pointed to the huge purchase orders that were appearing on the screen.

"They are neither our people nor retail investors."

This money is too aggressive; it's buying up everything!

Shopping spree, no matter the cost!

On the big screen, the stock price was pushed up by another three points by this mysterious capital.

Violence, directness, and utter irrationality.

If Zhou Ran's operations were a scalpel, then this capital injection was a heavy hammer.

"Investigate the source."

Zhou Ran frowned.

A few seconds later, Chen Ya's hand froze.

"Found it... a Swiss bank account."

She turned to look at Zhou Ran with a strange expression.

"The nickname only has three characters."

"Gift"

Zhou Ran's heart stirred.

A gift to mark our meeting?

He looked up at the gray sky outside the window.

That seemingly perfect victory just now appears to be merely an appetizer before the storm.

"That's interesting."

Zhou Ran's lips curled up, and a burst of purple-gold light shone in his eyes.

"It seems we're not the only players in this game."

"No matter who you are."

"Once you're on my plate, whether you're a dragon or a tiger, you'll have to coil up or lie down."

"The Zhou family is the undisputed king of the business world!"