Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 575: Won’t Cry Until He Sees the Coffin (The Seventh Update)

In their question and answer exchange, Leng Hao’s heart kept chilling. He never dreamt that his senior martial brother had been plotting against him from the beginning, scheming against his sister Leng Mei, and the whole Leng Family. If Senior Brother truly succeeded, it would be a nightmare for the Leng Family. As this realization dawned on him, Leng Hao broke into a cold sweat unconsciously, and at the same time, he felt particularly grateful for Lin Feng’s intervention. Without Lin Feng, he, his sister, and the entire Leng Family would have become mere tools for Senior Brother...

Meanwhile, Yuan Kun had no reservations whatsoever in revealing all that Leng Hao wanted to know. After all, things had escalated to this point and after today, he would completely sever ties with the Leng Family. He would have his own financial empire, and there was no longer any need to hide these details. Leng Hao would figure out the intricacies himself anyway, so Yuan Kun boldly laid everything out. Moreover, he found great pleasure in watching Leng Hao’s disappointed expression...

At the same time, on another side of Tianhai, Chu Meng also started to get busy.

After receiving a call from Lin Feng, Chu Meng glanced at her watch and saw there was less than half an hour left until the futures market closed. She immediately made calls to Shen Yao and Lin Feng’s mother, Zhang Lan, to borrow funds.

"Shen Yao, how much capital do you have on hand right now? I urgently need it to help Lin Feng with the futures market. He’s anxiously waiting on the other side; there’s less than half an hour left." As soon as the call connected, Chu Meng hurriedly spoke. Time was of the essence, and she could no longer fret over finer details.

"Sister Chu Meng, I have over five billion that I can control directly. The rest would require my father’s authorization," Shen Yao responded immediately upon hearing Chu Meng’s request, revealing the extent of her available funds. Chu Meng’s urgency indicated that something must have happened in Tianhai, otherwise she wouldn’t be so rushed. With this in mind, Shen Yao began to worry about potential problems in Tianhai and for Lin Feng’s safety.

"Okay, you first get ready. Open an account in Tianhai Futures Market and wait for my instructions online. Whatever I tell you to do, you do," said Chu Meng, relieved to hear that Shen Yao had access to such a substantial sum, which she estimated would be close to the amount needed, hoping that nothing would go awry. She quickly instructed Shen Yao to prepare a futures market account.

"No problem, I’ll get ready," Shen Yao immediately agreed to Chu Meng’s plan. To her, money was inconsequential when it came to Lin Feng’s needs. With that thought, Shen Yao hung up and set out to arrange everything before waiting online for Chu Meng’s directions.

After making arrangements with Shen Yao, Chu Meng directly dialed Zhang Lan’s number and concisely explained the situation. Zhang Lan had no hesitation in matters concerning her son; she simply confirmed to Chu Meng she had over four billion in funds that could be mobilized, with more requiring some time to arrange. Chu Meng calculated the total and found it should be sufficient; given the time constraints, there was no chance to gather more funds. Like with Shen Yao, Chu Meng instructed Zhang Lan to register an account at Tianhai Futures Market and then wait for her call.

Once Shen Yao was online, Chu Meng started to lay out her plan. Now, with the combined funds of Shen Yao, Zhang Lan, and her own, they had amassed over two hundred million. With remote control, Chu Meng directed Zhang Lan and Shen Yao to act, and under her expert command, the recycled metals sector of Tianhai Futures Market plummeted, creating a significant drop. This prompted some opportunistic traders to follow suit, intensifying the downward trend in the recycled metals market, and achieving Lin Feng’s goal just before closing.

They successfully drove the price of recycled metals down to the limit, and during this process, the nearly two hundred billion Chu Meng had invested had yielded over three billion by the evening’s end. If there were no significant changes tomorrow, this figure was sure to grow.

After having accomplished this feat, Chu Meng finally called Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was listening to the conversation between Leng Hao and Yuan Kun, his suspicions confirmed—everything he initially guessed was indeed true. Yuan Kun really was that despicably cunning villain. While pondering how to deal with Yuan Kun, his phone rang. Seeing Chu Meng’s name on the display, Lin Feng immediately felt elated, knowing that if all had gone as planned, Sister Chu Meng’s task had likely been successful.

"Hey, junior brother, it’s done. We’ve successfully pushed the price of the recycled metals sector down to the limit-down price, and we’ve also made a decent profit. Unless there’s a counterattack with over 30 billion in funds tomorrow, and they manage to beat me, this outcome is unchangeable. By then, we’ll have made over 3 billion." After connecting the call, Chu Meng directly relayed the situation. Chu Meng believed that her junior brother must have had a purpose for acting this way; otherwise, he wouldn’t have spoken so casually. Now that the goal had been achieved, of course, she had to tell her junior brother immediately.

"Alright, got it," Lin Feng responded briefly and hung up the phone. With his senior sister’s words, it was clear that the task was completed. Now, it was time to deal with Yuan Kun. Unless something unexpected occurred, Yuan Kun would already be in debt to the bank, a man burdened with liabilities. After settling accounts today, Yuan Kun would be utterly bankrupt. With that thought, Lin Feng shifted his gaze back to Yuan Kun.

"Leng Hao, we now know everything we need to. Let’s go. Yuan Kun has nothing left; the futures market has hit the limit-down, and he is now penniless and owes tens of billions to the bank. Saying anything more to him now is pointless." Having told Leng Hao this, Lin Feng stood up ready to leave with him. At this point, there was no need to bother with Yuan Kun any longer, and the banks would take care of everything from now on—they would drive Yuan Kun mad.

"Brother Lin, is... is this for real?" Leng Hao was stunned by Lin Feng’s words, unable to believe they were true. In less than half an hour, the situation had completely turned around. How could this be possible? Where had Lin Feng obtained such massive funds? Moreover, Lin Feng was right here; it was impossible for him to have made a move. Could it be... could it be that Lin Feng’s senior sister had done this? Was this really happening, or was it a fabrication? Who on earth was Lin Feng’s senior sister that she could achieve what seemed impossible?

"Lin Feng, what nonsense are you spouting? How can the futures market hit the limit-down? It should be hitting the limit-up instead. Blabbering nonsense without looking at the situation, what’s the point of lying at this stage? Just look at the computer to see the overall market!"

How could Yuan Kun believe what Lin Feng was saying? A destitute young master supposedly influencing the entire futures market with one phone call? That seemed utterly impossible. Such a thing could not be faked, and the true situation was apparent at a glance. Lin Feng continued to lie with such calm and assurance as if speaking the truth, a rare talent indeed—his ability to lie so convincingly was unparalleled!

Yuan Kun simply could not believe what Lin Feng was saying; moving the futures market was the purview of massive financial teams. Lin Feng could not possibly have the clout or the backing of such a major team. Hence, Lin Feng’s words could only be a lie, a momentary slip of the tongue.

"Then go and see for yourself what the market looks like on the computer. You won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin." Upon hearing Yuan Kun’s retort, Lin Feng paused, stood in place with Leng Hao, and pointed to a laptop on the coffee table in the living room, gesturing for Yuan Kun to check it out for himself. Then, paying no further heed, he pulled Leng Hao away and left Yuan Kun’s room. Yuan Kun was now a dog in the water, and engaging further in pointless talk was less preferable than just leaving.

"I’ll look then, you’re about to become a pauper, and you’re still talking... What... what is this?! How is this possible!" Yuan Kun sneered as he walked up to the computer. He turned it on, clicked open the Tianhai futures market overview, secretly anticipating the moment Lin Feng would face the banks’ pursuit. But as soon as he opened it and saw the data, he was dumbstruck—instead of the expected limit-up, the numbers showed the very limit-down Lin Feng had mentioned!

How could this be possible? Just over half an hour ago, before Lin Feng and the others had arrived, Yuan Kun had checked the market, and it was on the brink of hitting limit-up. How could it have plunged to limit-down in such a short time? What on earth had happened?

As the head of the investment department, he wasn’t just generally knowledgeable about the futures and stock markets; influencing the futures market required a tidal wave of funds to forcibly reverse the situation. Moreover, to prevent subsequent encirclement and blocking, the funds had to be enormous—so vast that no ordinary person could overturn them. He estimated that at least a hundred billion would be needed to create the scenario before him.

How could this be? A down-and-out young master like Lin Feng couldn’t possibly have mobilized a hundred billion in the span of a phone call. If he indeed had that capability, then why would Lin Feng bother teaching in a school? That’d be sheer madness!

Furthermore, having the funds wasn’t enough; it required an exceptionally experienced person to manage them. Otherwise, no matter how much money there was, it wouldn’t be possible to impact the futures market so profoundly in less than half an hour. Given Lin Feng’s status as a fallen young master, it was improbable to have such a top-tier expert assisting him. Otherwise, with such a person’s help, Lin Feng would already be a genuinely wealthy man!