Hong Kong Island, Deep Water Bay.
The Huo family study.
The air here seemed to have completely frozen.
It was a feeling like the aftermath of a storm, with lingering traces of smoke and lightning—a suffocating yet incredibly peaceful sensation.
Huo Yingdong sat upright in the armchair. Although he appeared calm and composed, it was as if everything was within his expectations.
But only he himself knew that his back alone was completely soaked with sweat.
Huo Zhenting stood straight behind his father all day, barely daring to utter a word, watching with excitement and worry as everything unfolded.
He could feel deeply that his heart had not been beating normally since the “silver futures massacre” officially began three days ago.
It sometimes beats wildly like a drum, and sometimes it seems to stop abruptly.
Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous.
He, Fok Chun-ting, considers himself the heir to one of Hong Kong's top tycoons and has witnessed countless grand occasions.
But in this "battle of the titans" involving billions of dollars, affecting the global financial system, and even drawing the involvement of the US government...
He discovered that he was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
because……
This is a match between gods.
For an ordinary person like him, being able to witness the changes and battles of the entire chess game up close is already an immense blessing.
And today, the chess master is coming.
The moment the butler announced, "Xiao Linsheng has arrived," Huo Zhenting straightened up abruptly, even faster than his father, Huo Yingdong.
Lin Huowang walked in.
He was still wearing that suit made by an Italian craftsman, with a faint smile on his face, as if what he had just ended was not a financial war that could overturn the world, but just a relaxing weekend outing.
"Mr. Huo, Young Master Huo, thank you for waiting."
"Xiao Linsheng!"
When Huo Yingdong saw Lin Huowang come in, he breathed a long sigh of relief and immediately stood up from his chair.
This was the first time he had ever gotten up to greet Lin Huowang on his own initiative.
Huo Zhenting, who was following behind him, unconsciously made his Adam's apple bob with difficulty when Lin Huowang looked at him.
He didn't speak because he actually felt... that he wasn't worthy to speak to Lin Huowang.
He took a deep breath, quickly walked to the tea table next to him, and picked up the set of purple clay teaware.
With his hands—hands that had once won polo championships and frequently guided the Huo family in negotiations—he offered tea to Lin Huowang, who was even younger than him, with the courtesy due to a junior.
He bowed his head, warming the cup, rinsing the tea, brewing it... every movement was incredibly respectful, even... carrying a hint of piety.
He was thinking to himself:
Is he really human?
"This is the man I once envied, despised, and even wanted to trample underfoot..."
"How...how did he do that?"
“Newbie... Jardine Matheson... Swire... Wheelock... a century-old British-owned consortium in Hong Kong... HK$5.5 billion in short positions... just like that... just like that, he crushed them with a single blow?”
"And that damned US government! They changed the rules! They're going to slaughter all the bulls!"
"The Hunter brothers, such a massive Texas conglomerate, went bankrupt overnight!"
"And we... our Huo family and the mainland... our 2.5 billion US dollars... are clearly already on the verge of collapse!"
"But where did he...where did he conjure up those two sums of money...those two sums of life-saving funds totaling two billion US dollars?!"
"He was like...like he was above us, watching us all struggle in the mud..."
"He not only anticipated that the US government would intervene..."
"He even anticipated that Newbrigham would report him!"
"He predicted that the Hunter Brothers would liquidate their positions and dump their holdings!"
"He foresaw everything!!"
"And I... I, Huo Zhenting... I... I actually dared to think I could compete with such a person?"
"I really... I really didn't know what I was doing..."
“I’m not playing chess with him. I’m not even... I’m not even worthy of being his pawn.”
"Now... I can stand here and personally pour him a cup of tea..."
"This...this is already an immense honor for me."
Huo Zhenting held the steaming cup of premium Da Hong Pao tea, presented it with both hands, and bowed deeply.
"Mr. Lin, please have some tea."
This is a respectful term used to address Lin Huowang, expressing heartfelt admiration.
Lin Huowang took the teacup, glanced at Huo Zhenting, and smiled faintly: "Young Master Huo, you've matured."
That one sentence, "You've matured," made Huo Zhenting feel more ashamed than a thousand sarcastic remarks, but at the same time, it instantly dispelled a huge weight in his heart.
Because he now deeply realizes that Lin Huowang and he are no longer on the same level.
Even now, his own father, the towering man he had admired and strived to emulate his entire life, had lost his former dazzling brilliance in front of Lin Huowang.
Just then.
The red encrypted phone in the study suddenly rang shrilly.
Huo Yingdong's expression hardened, and he immediately answered the call and pressed the speakerphone button.
On the other end of the phone came Liao Gong's hoarse voice, filled with immense exhaustion yet suppressing extreme excitement.
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