King of the Wilderness

Chapter 495: Chapter 273: Beaver DHC-2 Aircraft_2

Emily carried a steaming cup of coffee, tiptoeing into the study, "Dear, Aliya and I have picked out a few farms. Do you want to take a look with us?"

She immediately sensed a slightly unusual atmosphere. The study was unlit, with only the cold, blue light of the laptop screen casting on Lin Yu’an’s face, outlining his sharp profile like a sculpture.

He sat upright, like a sculpture poised to pounce, motionless. It seemed as if he hadn’t heard her question.

But the air around him seemed to thicken, tense with some invisible aura emanating from him, filled with the oppressive feeling before a storm.

Emily slowed her steps, unconsciously lightening her breath. She saw that Lin Yu’an wasn’t looking at those complex flying theories or analyzing K-line charts.

He was just staring at an extremely simple social media interface—Twitter.

On the screen, a tweet posted less than ten minutes ago was like a nuclear bomb dropped into a calm lake, stirring up a digital tsunami.

Its retweets and likes were skyrocketing at a terrifying speed of thousands per second, each refresh making the numbers leap wildly.

Emily’s eyes fell on that tweet.

Posted by: Elon Musk.

The content was just one word, and a link: "Gamestonk!!"

She understood the name of the poster, and what that name represented—a power capable of shaking the world.

And at this moment, Lin Yu’an, who had been still, finally made a move.

He exhaled a long breath, as if releasing the buildup of over twenty days of waiting, releasing all the repression.

Lin Yu’an unconsciously spoke in his native language: "The butterfly effect... it has come, after all. But, it arrived three days earlier than I remembered!"

Lin Yu’an didn’t look back at the vertical, electrocardiogram-like rising green K-line on the computer. He knew, the ultimate revelry had begun.

Countless greed and dreams would be ignited to the peak at this moment, and the guillotine, sharpened by regulatory agencies and Wall Street giants, had quietly risen.

He turned to look at Emily, who had been standing quietly by the door.

At that moment, their eyes met. Emily felt that she no longer saw the gentle and considerate husband. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s, as deep as the sea, with absolute confidence beneath the calm surface!

Lin Yu’an’s mouth slowly curved into a smile. There was not a trace of tension in that smile, only extreme excitement and composure.

"Dear," he smiled gently at her, his voice soft, "I might have to eat lunch a little later. After lunch, let’s take a look at the farms. The budget for the farms you chose might have to increase significantly."

"The war is about to start."

After speaking, he picked up the encrypted satellite phone that had been by his side, without a moment’s hesitation, and dialed the first number.

Los Angeles, the top-floor conference room of CAA Headquarters.

Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, skyscrapers reflected a metallic sheen in the sunlight, forming a steel jungle of this city of desires.

Inside the conference room, the atmosphere was serious and tense. Around the long conference table sat the core executives of CAA’s music department, each one a big player in Hollywood’s fame and fortune arena, capable of influencing the winds.

Scooter Braun was standing in front of the massive display screen, gesturing authoritatively. He was dressed in a flawlessly tailored Italian handmade suit, full of energy, articulating CAA’s global music market strategy for the new year.

His voice was confident and powerful, filled with a sense of command over the future.

Just as he was emphasizing a key point about an important collaboration with Universal Music Group, the private phone in his pocket, which was never far away, suddenly vibrated intensely.

All the executives in the conference room instinctively turned their eyes towards him.

Scooter frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure flashing in his mind. He knew not many had this number, but each should understand what disturbing him at this time meant.

He discreetly took out his phone, glancing at the simple name on the caller ID, "Lin."

In an instant, Scooter’s pupils sharply contracted.

All his displeasure vanished within 0.1 seconds, replaced by a mixture of extreme excitement and anxiety.

"Sorry, everyone." He raised his hand to the executives in the conference room, his expression unchanged, but his tone was indisputable, carrying a natural authority, "Let’s pause the meeting for a moment, I must take this call."

Without further explanation, he quickly walked out of the conference room, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. Using his broad body to shield the view from the conference room, he took a deep breath before pressing the answer key.

His voice was low, as if conducting a life-and-death secret deal.

"Hello?"

On the other end, only a cold and brief word came through, yet it seemed to hit his heart with immense force.

"Retreat."

"Now?" Scooter’s voice instinctively rose for a moment, he immediately covered the mouthpiece, turning his back to the conference room, lowering his voice, urgently speaking in a hushed tone, "But the stock price is still soaring!"

"Lin, my trading software shows it just broke 150 US Dollars! The entire market has gone mad! All the buying orders are flooding in, and selling orders are nearly nonexistent! Retreating at this time? It’s like throwing away the largest piece of cake that’s almost in hand!"