Chapter 105: The Crooked Dragon King—No Room for Regret!

"I'm telling you, this operation is very simple! You just need to do this… like this… and then this!"

Lin Beifan guided Angkor step by step, while the latter listened intently.

Even when learning tomb raiding, he had never been this serious.

After all, this was a technique that could make Lin Beifan lose money!

As long as he mastered it, a few keystrokes would be enough to make Lin Beifan suffer losses!

And this time, they were dealing with 1 million lots—nearly 6 billion in funds!

A few simple clicks, and it would all be drained!

Drained, with profit!

Angkor trembled with excitement. "That's all I need to do?"

Lin Beifan nodded. "That's right!"

Angkor was still in disbelief. "It's really this simple?"

Lin Beifan nodded again. "It's that simple! But be careful not to hit the wrong key! If you mess up like I did yesterday, you might end up losing money instead!"

Don't worry, I won't make a mistake!

Angkor reassured himself as he followed Lin Beifan's instructions and placed an order.

Watching himself execute a massive short position on the soybean futures market, he grew even more exhilarated!

At this moment, he felt as if the goddess of victory was smiling upon him!

Still, he wanted confirmation. "So… is this a success?"

"Not yet," Lin Beifan chuckled. "We've only placed the short order. For the trade to be successful, someone needs to buy it. Otherwise, the order will just sit there without generating any profit."

Just as he finished speaking, the large screen refreshed.

The massive short order that Angkor had placed vanished.

On their trading interface, a notification popped up: Transaction successful!

"Look, now it's a success!" Lin Beifan grinned.

Angkor was thrilled.

That order had undoubtedly been picked up by Dragon King Zhao Tian's faction.

Only they had the capital to absorb such a massive short position.

"Mr. Lin, can I handle the rest of the trades?" Angkor asked eagerly.

He wanted to personally deliver the final blow—to make Lin Beifan suffer a crushing defeat!

To make him question his very existence!

And by doing it himself, he could prevent any mishaps!

Lin Beifan smiled and nodded. "Of course! We've only placed 300,000 lots so far. You can take care of the remaining 700,000."

"Thank you, Mr. Lin!" Angkor was ecstatic.

"Just be careful not to press the wrong key," Lin Beifan reminded him again.

"Absolutely not!"

With growing excitement, Angkor continued placing orders.

Every time he executed a short, his grin widened, and his joy became increasingly infectious.

Seeing his enthusiasm, Lin Beifan was also affected.

Then, he silently made a wish.

"I wish for my soybean futures trade to double my investment today!"

Ding! Wish granted!

Meanwhile, Angkor remained busy placing orders.

Before long, the remaining 700,000 short positions had all been executed, and the market had absorbed them completely.

Under normal circumstances, such a massive short position should have caused soybean prices to plummet.

A conservative estimate would be at least a 5% drop.

But strangely, the market remained strong.

Instead of falling, soybean prices rose by 1%.

Lin Beifan's book losses had already reached 600 million!

Angkor was ecstatic.

He discreetly pulled out his phone and sent a text to the man in black.

"Lin Beifan's 1,000,000-lot short position has been placed!"

Dragon King Zhao Tian, upon receiving the message, was overjoyed.

"Lin Beifan is out of ammunition! Now's the time—throw money into the market and push soybean prices up! I want him to bleed!"

"Yes, Dragon King!" his subordinates responded in unison.

Billions of funds poured into the soybean futures market.

Soybean prices skyrocketed!

A 2% surge!

Then another 3%!

The rally didn't slow until it reached 5%!

Dragon King Zhao Tian laughed triumphantly. "With this 5% increase, Lin Beifan has lost at least 3 billion! And since the market sentiment is bullish, soybean prices are bound to keep rising! Lin Beifan, you're finished!"

"Congratulations, Dragon King! Congratulations, Dragon King!" his men cheered.

"Excellent! This is truly exhilarating!" Zhao Tian was full of pride.

Angkor was just as thrilled.

A 5% surge meant Lin Beifan's losses had already hit 3 billion!

He stared at the account screen with anticipation, delighting in every 100-million-yuan loss that appeared.

Meanwhile, the traders around them were growing anxious.

"Mr. Lin, we need to sell now!"

"The overall trend is bullish—we're on the wrong side of the trade! If we don't act soon, it'll be too late!"

"If we liquidate now, we can at least reduce the damage!"

Even Angkor hypocritically chimed in. "Mr. Lin, we've already lost 3 billion. Shouldn't we cut our losses?"

But Lin Beifan remained composed.

"Don't rush. Let the price rise a little more."

Gazing at the trading screen, he raised two fingers.

"Short another 200,000 lots!"

Everyone was shocked.

"He's still shorting?"

"Shorting now is pure suicide!"

"Has Mr. Lin gone insane?"

They frantically tried to dissuade him.

Only Angkor stood firmly by Lin Beifan's side.

"Mr. Lin, I'll do it for you!"

Lin Beifan smiled. "You're the only one who understands me! Go ahead, my friend!"

"Consider it done!" Angkor eagerly placed the order.

As soon as the 200,000-lot short was executed, Angkor felt like the whole world had become brighter.

Life was more radiant.

Beautiful angelic women seemed to be waving at him!

"Lin Beifan, I refuse to believe you'll survive this!"

Soon, Dragon King Zhao Tian received Angkor's update.

With a sinister grin, he sneered, "He dares to short soybeans now? Truly reckless! If he's that desperate to die, then I'll make sure he has no room for regret!"

"Absorb all his shorts and push the price up again!"

A 45-degree smirk spread across Zhao Tian's face.

"I will destroy him!"

"Yes, Dragon King!"

More capital flooded the market.

Lin Beifan's short order was instantly absorbed, and soybean prices surged another 1%!

Lin Beifan's total losses approached 5 billion!

A staggering figure.

A terrifying figure.

Many people trembled at the sight of that number.

The traders around Lin Beifan were pale with fear, their bodies trembling, too scared to even speak.

But Lin Beifan remained calm.

As if 5 billion in losses meant nothing to him.

Angkor smirked inwardly. Let's see how long you can hold on!

Dragon King Zhao Tian also sneered.

"Lin Beifan, this time, victory is mine!"