Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

Qian Family Manor, on the outskirts of Shanghai.

The air in the huge trading room seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

Dozens of top traders sat in front of their computers, their fingers flying across the keyboards, barely daring to breathe.

Even necessary business communications were deliberately suppressed to the level of a mosquito's buzz.

They were afraid of making even the slightest noise that might anger the man sitting in the center, who was like a powder keg.

Qian Shao Cong stared intently at the candlestick chart in front of him, exuding a chilling aura of violence.

At this moment, he was no longer the dashing and shrewd young man he once was.

His eyes were sunken and bloodshot, his fingers holding the cigarette were stained yellow from the smoke, and the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts.

In order to raise more margin, he frantically pledged his assets and finally managed to raise more than 3 billion yuan.

Then, shamelessly, he relentlessly pestered Song Yuting to borrow money.

Song Yuting ultimately couldn't refuse his request and lent him over a billion yuan.

But these four or five billion yuan thrown into the market are like a clay ox sinking into the sea, not even making a sound.

This time, Qian Shaocong chose to short sell.

To give a simple example, he predicted that the price of titanium alloys would fall, so he sold contracts worth a total of 500 billion in advance.

He plans to buy back the titanium alloy when its price drops to 300 billion, thus making a net profit of 200 billion.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Instead of falling, titanium alloy futures prices soared.

Buying the same amount of titanium alloy futures now would require a total of 630 billion.

This means that if he wants to close out his positions now, he would have to spend 630 billion to buy back those contracts.

The company suffered direct losses of over 130 billion yuan.

What's even more disheartening is that this is not the end.

Because Cao Kun has wiped out the original retail investors and speculative funds in the market.

Currently, the only person holding a large number of long positions who can sell to Qian Shaocong to allow him to close his positions is Cao Kun.

Qian Shaocong wanted to buy, but Cao Kun wouldn't sell, so the price could only continue to rise.

He was pinned to the chopping board, unable to move forward or backward.

In an attempt to save himself, Qian Shaocong convened another meeting with his subordinates.

Upon entering the conference room, the scene of being surrounded by attendants and having every seat filled was no longer there.

Now only a few scattered people remain, making it seem particularly desolate and bleak.

This is understandable; with the young master's ship about to sink, rumors and gossip are rampant.

Those sycophants who used to fawn over him have long since vanished without a trace.

Looking at his few relatively loyal confidants below him, Qian Shao Cong asked in a hoarse voice:

"Given the current situation, do you have any solutions?"

The crowd looked at each other, then lowered their heads, none of them able to offer a clear explanation.

Just then, a ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of one of his loyal subordinates, and he suggested in a low voice:

"Young master, since the soft approach isn't working, let's try the hard approach instead."

"Could we find someone to kidnap Cao Kun and force him to liquidate his positions?"

Those who remained at this point were staunch allies who shared Qian Shaocong's fate, and had no way out.

When Qian Shao Cong heard this crazy suggestion, his eyes flickered, clearly somewhat tempted.

But the next second, the figure of the giant man, more than two meters tall, whom he had seen at the car modification shop that day, appeared before his eyes like a nightmare.

With such a terrifying martial artist protecting Cao Kun, how easy would it be to lay a hand on him?

But at this point, whether it's a last-ditch effort or a desperate gamble, we have to try anything.

So he immediately ordered his subordinates to invite the two national-level martial artists he had hired at high salaries.

A moment later, two national-level experts pushed open the door and entered.

Seeing Qian Shaocong's inhuman and ghostly appearance, the two couldn't help but frown slightly.

Qian Shao Cong grasped at a straw and revealed his entire plan.

"Gentlemen, could you please help me tie up Cao Kun?"

"If this succeeds, I'm willing to offer 100 million yuan as a reward!"

After hearing this, the two national-level experts exchanged a glance.

Instead of being moved, they all sighed and looked at Qian Shao Cong as if he were an idiot.

One of them shook his head and said:

"Boss Qian, they're already following the rules by not actively trying to kill you. How dare you still try to harm them?"

After saying that, the two stood up at the same time with perfect understanding and walked straight out the door without saying another word.

Qian Shao Cong was taken aback, then quickly called out, "Hey! Don't go! The price is negotiable!"

The two experts waved their hands without turning their heads:

"Boss Qian, we are just bodyguards, not assassins."

Moreover, Mr. Cao had saved our lives.

For both emotional and rational reasons, we would not do anything that would be detrimental to him.

We don't need this month's salary; please find someone else.

Qian Shao Cong panicked and rushed forward to stop them, saying, "If you leave, who will protect my safety?"

But the two of them acted as if they hadn't heard a thing, and disappeared in a flash.

As they stepped out of the villa, one of them couldn't help but complain:

"I've never seen anyone so eager to commit suicide."

The person beside Cao Kun is a peak Tiger-level expert; do you think we can afford to offend him?

Another person chimed in, "That's right. With our skills, we can make a living anywhere."

Are we really going to follow him to our deaths? Let's go, let's get away from this madman.

With the departure of the two national-level bodyguards, Qian Shao Cong was completely panicked.

That night, he was filled with anxiety and dared not close his eyes.

They also brought in dozens of bodyguards from the Qian family to surround the villa like an iron barrel and patrol it all night.

They were terrified that the giant man beside Cao Kun would suddenly come to their door.

Whenever there was the slightest rustling or movement outside the window, he would panic and break out in a cold sweat.

He couldn't stay awake any longer until late at night, and finally drifted off to sleep in extreme exhaustion.

The next morning.

While still asleep, Qian Shao Cong suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and heard many suppressed "woo-woo" sounds in his ears.

He suddenly woke up with a start, opened his eyes, and was immediately terrified.

The blanket covering him had vanished.

On the floor beside the bed, rows upon rows of bodyguards who had been called in the previous night lay neatly in rows.

These people were all tied up tightly, their mouths taped shut.

They lay motionless on the ground, their eyes filled with fear.

What horrified him even more was that the confidant who had suggested kidnapping Cao Kun yesterday was now lying in his bed.

The man's cheeks were swollen like a pig's head, his teeth were almost all knocked out, and his face was covered in blood.

His mouth was also sealed shut, and he was whimpering in pain.

Qian Shao Cong instantly understood that this was Cao Kun's warning to him.

The other party was telling him not to try any underhanded tactics.

If Cao Kun wanted to, he had a thousand ways to kill him silently.

Although it was an autumn morning and the air was very cool, Qian Shaocong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and broke out in a cold sweat.