Chapter 850 - 345: The Terrifying Influence of Wanliu Capital

Boeing just collapsed like that, without a sound.

It fell seven points by the close on the first day. On the second day, Wall Street came up and yanked it hard at the open, but there was still a massive amount of chips being dumped.

Boeing felt like all the chips in the world were being thrown out, and they were forced to catch them all.

Luckily, after a day, the people they'd arranged gradually dug up some intel.

And when they saw the intel, they blew up.

Damn Li Yang, he actually defaulted!

Make him pay eighty billion US Dollars in liquidated damages!

So Mokduo, full of rage, called Li Yang.

"Mr. Li, what you're doing is going to earn you a lot of enemies!"

"Mr. Mokduo is talking about Boeing's stock price crashing, right?"

"You actually admit it?"

They hadn't expected Li Yang to admit it so cleanly, because so far they still hadn't found any evidence.

"Does it matter whether I admit it or not? As long as you think I did it, you'll definitely find a way to make it 'true.' But whatever, we can go to court—let's see if you can afford the grind."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing much. I can afford the eighty billion, but you guys have thrown at least eight hundred billion into Boeing, right? Trading my eighty billion for your eight hundred billion—I think that's a steal, a huge steal…"

This pack of Wall Street dogs restricts trading at the drop of a hat; Li Yang had long since lost any desire to waste words on them.

Do they really think he's some nice, easygoing guy?

After hanging up, he looked at Boeing's stock price—miserable didn't even begin to cover it.

It had only been half an hour since the open and it was already down five points.

Wall Street was propping the price, and other funds were propping too. Once they realized they couldn't pull it back up, nobody knew how far it would fall by the close.

"Master Jiang, you're smashing too hard!"

He sent Jiang Banxia a message.

Very quickly, Jiang Banxia replied: "Huh? I didn't sell."

"Huh????"

If it wasn't Jiang Banxia dumping, then there was only one possibility.

Li Yang knew his fanbase pretty well; he'd studied people like Ning Hao many times. But that guy should be busy recently—yesterday Li Yang even saw his short video account; he was at the woman's family home meeting the elders.

Which was fine. The risk in Boeing later on was infinite. Even Jiang Banxia had already cashed out more than half her position. Every bit of profit going forward was licking blood off the blade.

Originally, he thought such a big move had to be Jiang Banxia's doing. Since it wasn't… all the better.

It wouldn't be long before Wall Street figured out what was really going on.

Li Yang glanced at the data: Boeing had traded 160 billion US Dollars yesterday, and in just the first half hour today it had already done over 40 billion.

He knew he and Jiang Banxia had influence, but he only saw that influence as a support role. To really get things done, it still had to be his own people.

Like having Jiang Banxia coordinate a heavy smash so Wall Street couldn't absorb it, and combined with Wanliu Capital selling stock, sending a faint but clear signal to the outside world.

Yet before Jiang Banxia had even made a move, the effect was already stronger than he'd expected.

...

Wall Street had always thought the "stock god" title around Jiang Banxia was hollow.

Maybe they did take Jiang Banxia seriously, saw her as a very tough opponent and a financial prodigy.

But "stock god" isn't a title that just pops up for anyone. In their view, there's only one true stock god, and he belongs to Wall Street.

They're good at using that stock god identity to short and long various economies; that label has huge practical value.

No matter what, they would never admit that the stock god was Jiang Banxia.

But as the investigation went deeper, more and more information got dragged into the light.

When some chat logs from group chats were posted, for Wall Street it was like in the middle of a blazing summer, being tied next to a furnace and then forced to swallow a chunk of ice.

The heat was real, but their hearts went ice-cold halfway.

They felt like they were going to die!

Had Wanliu Capital's influence really reached this level?

As long as Wanliu Capital exits, countless follow-the-leader funds will bail unconditionally. They don't care if the market is stabilized or not, they don't care how strong their teammates are. They only follow Wanliu Capital—no one else should even dream about it.

If it were only a few dozen or a few hundred billion in follow-up funds, Wall Street would see it as normal. But now? There were probably several hundred billion in copycat funds that hadn't even fully unwound yet.

If they let this continue to unwind, then this time Wall Street was literally working for the retail investors.

Mobilizing this much money just to work for someone else?

"We fell right into Wanliu Capital's trap…"

...

United States time, 2 p.m.

Which was 2 a.m. back home.

Boeing suddenly put out an announcement: Wanliu Capital's previous stock trades were procedurally non-compliant, and the trades were canceled.

When Li Yang saw a pile of Boeing shares mysteriously reappear in his account, he had to hand it to Wall Street's shamelessness.

Motherfuckers, even completed trades can be clawed back?

He'd originally thought Wall Street would beg him to buy the shares back, maybe offer a symbolic few million US Dollars.

Instead, Wall Street went even harder.

He immediately called: "Mr. Mokduo, what's the meaning of this? We've already sold Boeing shares; whatever happens now has nothing to do with us… And what you're doing counts as a breach of contract. If you want a refund, please pay the penalty first."

"Mr. Li Yang, let's just say this trade never existed. We won't be reclaiming the funds either."