Chapter Three: The Bears Carry My Throne

At 11:40 p.m., Memory Coin futures had been crushed to one yuan. Obsidian Capital's five-billion-yuan short position filled the order book like an endless wall. Twenty million viewers entered the stream to watch Lin Zhou go bankrupt. Gu Ning's operation was scheduled after midnight. If the frozen payment was not released before then, she would lose the only available donor window. Tang Ye stared at the market dashboard, his throat dry. “There are five spot coins and five billion in shorts. Even if it rises by one cent, their algorithms will hammer it back.” “For an ordinary asset,” Lin said. Su Wanqing hurried into the room and dropped her investigation on the desk. Obsidian had not merely shorted the coin.