Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 221 Lin Zhou Launches the Acquisition War: The Weather Is Getting Cold, the Dynasty Should G

"Let's do it."

These two words were uttered lightly from Lin Zhou's mouth, yet they were like a megaton-class nuclear bomb detonating in a calm deep sea.

In the enormous temporary trading room, the air seemed to be completely sucked out in that instant.

"Crackling and popping—"

The fingers of dozens of top Wall Street traders blurred across the mechanical keyboards, the crisp, frantic tapping creating a devastating storm that swept through the room.

Old Chen stood below the giant electronic screen, his eyes like those of an elderly lion intently watching its prey.

Holding a tactical tablet, he methodically reported to Lin Zhou on this one-sided, utterly crushing defeat that could be described as a massacre.

"Young Master, the first wave of 50 billion US dollars has been converted into short-selling chips. We used 300 secret offshore accounts, without any probing, and directly suppressed the stock price of Dynasty Entertainment with huge sell orders at the limit down price."

"The other party had no chance to resist at all; all the buy orders were instantly broken through in 0.1 seconds."

Standing next to Lin Zhou, Su Qingge looked at the green candlestick chart on the big screen that seemed to be plummeting straight down like a cliff, and couldn't help but gasp.

This is not a close business battle at all.

This was a fully armed nuclear-powered aircraft carrier that went full throttle and brutally ran over a leaky, dilapidated fishing boat.

Lin Zhou had his hands in his pockets, his deep eyes reflecting the frantically flashing data on the screen, a cruel smirk playing on his lips.

"The sell-off in the secondary market is just the appetizer."

"I'm going to cut off all their livelihoods. Uncle Chen, how are the arrangements with the supply chain and the banks?"

"It's all been cut off, young master."

Old Chen bowed slightly, his tone revealing the arrogance and ruthlessness unique to the Lin family's head steward.

"Ten minutes ago, I personally called the presidents of the four major banks in Beijing on behalf of the Lin family conglomerate. The four major banks have jointly issued an expedited freezing order, and the corporate accounts of Dynasty Entertainment and all its subsidiaries can now only receive funds but cannot withdraw them."

"As for the upstream and downstream supply chains..."

Old Chen raised his head, a cold, professional smile appearing on his face.

"We used double the market premium to forcibly acquire twelve core partners responsible for printing posters, building stages, and doing post-production special effects for Dynasty within five minutes. We also issued an order to terminate the cooperation on the spot."

"We will pay the penalty for breach of contract. But from this moment on, Dynasty Entertainment won't even be able to print the cheapest flyer. Their crew will face the desperate situation of having no equipment and no boxed lunches."

To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit; to cut off their lifeline, you must first destroy their will.

Faced with such absolute financial power, the so-called business rules are ridiculously fragile.

Lin Zhou nodded in satisfaction.

He walked to the large command platform, took out a black encrypted USB drive from his pocket, and gently tossed it onto the table.

It made a crisp "snap" sound.

"Since we've already drained them financially, let's give them some extra psychological stimulation."

Lin Zhou's eyes instantly turned icy cold, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Here is all the dirt I've compiled on Dynasty Entertainment over the past seven years. It includes dual contracts, tax evasion of over 3 billion yuan, and complete videos and transfer records of that beast Zhou Lixing using his resources to drug, rape, and force multiple female artists under his company to accompany him for drinks."

"Uncle Chen, pack all this up. Skip all the usual review channels and send it directly to the official complaint email addresses of the Supreme People's Procuratorate and the State Taxation Administration. Simultaneously, utilize our overseas online troll network to indiscriminately bombard all major social media platforms with this information!"

"I'm going to make the name 'Dynasty Entertainment' a universally despised pariah online within the next half hour!"

"Yes, young master!"

With Old Chen's order, the nuclear bomb of public opinion was launched without mercy.

……

At this very moment, in the CEO's office on the top floor of the Royal Dynasty Building.

Zhou Lixing slumped on the carpet like a lump of mud.

His phone, which Lin Zhou had hung up on, had long since been smashed to pieces.

His eyes were vacant as he stared at the huge stock market monitoring screen on the wall, watching the cascading green waterfall, and a desperate and shrill roar escaped his throat.

"It's over...it's all over!"

"My money! My life's work! Lin Zhou, you're a madman! You'll die a horrible death!"

He was still indulging in a final, impotent rage, but the harsh reality was already upon him.

"Bang!"

The office door was violently kicked open again.

This time, it wasn't his trusted assistant who rushed in, but a group of law enforcement officers in uniform with extremely serious expressions.

The lead officer immediately brandished the conspicuous arrest warrant and search warrant.

"Zhou Lixing! We are from the Economic Crime Investigation Division. You are suspected of massive tax evasion, forced transactions, and multiple criminal offenses. We are summoning you in accordance with the law!"

"Everyone, listen up! Get off your computer screens immediately! Seize all ledgers, hard drives, and financial documents here! Not a single fly is allowed to escape!"

The cold handcuffs gleamed with a despairing glint under the light.

With a "snap," it mercilessly locked onto Zhou Lixing's trembling hands.

Zhou Lixing didn't even have the strength to resist.

He was roughly lifted up by two strong police officers, one on each side, and dragged out the door like a dead dog.

As he was being escorted out of the magnificent lobby of the Dynasty Building.

He witnessed a horrific scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Hundreds or even thousands of people had gathered in the plaza outside the building at some point.

Those were all suppliers whose funding had been cut off by the Lin family and who rushed over to demand payment, as well as retail investors who had lost everything due to the stock price crash of the Dynasty.

Holding glaring banners with black lettering on a white background, they blocked the main entrance in a fit of rage.

"Dynasty Entertainment, give me back my hard-earned money!"

"Zhou Lixing, you heartless beast, come out and face your death!"

Rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and even unfinished mineral water bottles rained down on Zhou Lixing's face and body.

The foul-smelling egg liquid flowed down his elegant custom-made suit, completely crushing his once invincible dignity into the mud.

He listened to the overwhelming jeers and curses around him, and looked across the street at the rows of subsidiary buildings that had been sealed off.

Zhou Lixing finally understood what Lin Zhou meant when he said on the phone, "to die little by little in despair."

His mental defenses completely collapsed.

The moment he was shoved into the police car, Zhou Lixing looked up and let out a terrible laugh that sounded like the howling of a wild ghost. Then his eyes rolled back and he fainted from fright.

……

Starry Sky Media, temporary trading room.

The entire room was filled with an exciting and exhilarating atmosphere.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the giant electronic screen in the very center.

Less than forty minutes had passed since Lin Zhou issued the attack order.

The once dominant and arrogant behemoth, Dynasty Entertainment, has seen its stock price plummet in a chilling freefall.

Thirty percent.

Fifty percent.

Eighty percent!

Those institutions that were originally taking a wait-and-see approach and trying to buy at the bottom were so frightened by the damaging information that was exposed online, enough to get Zhou Lixing shot, that they scrambled to join the sell-off.

There were no takers.

It was a mountain of desperate sell orders.

Just then, a chief trader sitting in the front row, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, suddenly took off his headphones.

He was so excited that his whole body was trembling violently. He gripped the table tightly with both hands and suddenly stood up.

He even cracked his voice from excessive excitement, turning his head to shout hysterically in Lin Zhou's direction.

"Chairman Lin!"

"Royal Dynasty Entertainment's stock price has completely plummeted below its IPO price! The brokerage firms' forced liquidation lines have been ruthlessly torn apart!"

"They've been liquidated! Just now, they were completely liquidated!"