You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

Snapped.

The metal A-side of the custom-made laptop fits perfectly into the base.

It emitted a cold, dull sound.

The eerie blue glow in the study went out instantly.

Only a few rays of afternoon sunlight pierced through, quietly falling on the carpet.

Chen Yuan didn't look at the fat man who was slumped on the sofa, panting heavily, again.

He stood up.

Picking up the screwdriver from the carpet, I turned and continued walking toward the half-assembled crib.

It's as if they just used 800 billion yuan of overseas speculative capital to crash a sovereign nation's exchange rate market.

It's not as important as this wooden screw in my hand.

But in Europe, across the ocean.

A financial storm, comparable to a level 10 tsunami, is devouring everything at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

That small country, whose economy is built on finance, has a central bank's foreign exchange reserve system.

In just half an hour.

The ghostly financial flows on the dark web, like countless sharp scalpels, sliced ​​it to pieces.

The piercing, highest-level air raid sirens echoed mournfully through the exchange's lobby.

Those usually aloof and arrogant financial tycoons.

Those foreign fund managers who thought they could make a killing in the Chinese stock market and then walk away unscathed.

At this moment, they were all pale-faced, holding their heads in their hands.

Kneeling on the trading hall floor, which was covered with waste paper and coffee stains.

The cries, curses, and desperate prayers intertwined to create a scene of utter devastation, a veritable hell on earth.

Their home country's currency exchange rate has plummeted to an appalling low.

The financial chains of these foreign institutions were also severed, like a rubber band that had been snapped.

It collapsed instantly.

They didn't even have time to file for bankruptcy liquidation.

Because of the enormous leveraged debt, they have lost all their assets, real estate, and even their future lives.

All of it was mortgaged cleanly.

Wu Mingde, far away in Jianghai City, was still sitting in that large leather boss's chair.

He was dreaming of replacing Xingchen Venture Capital and becoming the richest man in Jianghai.

He had only taken two puffs of that expensive Cuban cigar in his hand.

boom!

The office door was violently kicked open.

The door slammed hard against the wall, shaking the calligraphy and paintings by famous artists on it until they were askew.

The secretary rushed in with disheveled hair, and even lost one of her high heels.

"Chairman! It's over! It's all over!"

The secretary's voice was hoarse and cracked, carrying a sense of impending doom.

"Our overseas investor alliance, just now..."

"Complete margin call!"

"Their country's exchange rate was driven down by unidentified funds, and all investors have been forcibly taken over by the local securities regulatory commission!"

"Our Wu Group's stock... has plummeted!"

The cigar in Wu Mingde's hand fell with a thud onto his crotch.

The sparks burned through the expensive suit trousers fabric and stung my skin.

He seemed oblivious to the pain, his entire body frozen like a statue.

"What...what did you say?"

He stared incredulously at those triangular eyes, his pupils almost bulging out of their sockets.

He lunged at the computer screen on the desk.

The candlestick chart representing the Wu Group.

There were no more twists and turns or struggles.

It looked like a dead person's electrocardiogram, lying stiffly in the green abyss at the very bottom of the screen.

It hit the daily limit down.

It plummeted to its daily limit.

There isn't a single offer from anyone willing to take over.

Because all the liquidity in the market has been completely drained by that mysterious overseas force.

"How could this be... This is impossible!"

Wu Mingde's legs went weak, and he slid down the edge of the desk to sit on the floor.

The fat on his face trembled violently, and cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall.

He then realized it.

What kind of being have I offended?

The man who stayed home with his wife during her pregnancy.

They are not pushovers that can be easily manipulated.

That was a sleeping giant sea monster!

They usually keep a low profile and don't show off.

If you dare to touch his sore spot, he won't even give you a warning.

They'll open their gaping maw and tear you apart, skin and bones, along with the powerful figure behind you.

Chew it to pieces in one bite!

The will to survive triumphed over all pride and dignity.

Wu Mingde scrambled out of the office.

They couldn't even wait for the elevator and ran wildly down the stairs of the fire escape.

After half an hour.

Downstairs at Xingchen Venture Capital Building.

The midday sun baked the asphalt road like an oven.

Wu Mingde's suit was open and his tie was askew.

Like a mad dog that has lost its mind, it lunged at the revolving glass doors of the Starry Sky Building.

"Let me see Chairman Chen! Let me see Chairman Chen!"

"I was wrong! I'm willing to hand over all of the Wu family's shares!"

"Please, he'll spare my life!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, his hands gripping the edge of the glass door tightly.

The fingernails made a screeching sound as they scratched against the smooth glass.

Before he could even step into the hall...

Two large feet, clad in tactical military boots, pressed down on his shoulders like iron clamps, one on the left and one on the right.

The eagle, accompanied by two cold-faced security guards, stood like two towering black walls.

They stood in front of him.

"Mr. Chen said so."

The eagle looked down at the old man, his face covered in sweat and his humble appearance seemingly rooted in the mud.

Those scarred eyes held not a trace of human emotion.

"He doesn't have time to see trash right now."

"Mr. Chen's exact words were, 'The Wu Group is hereby removed from Jianghai City, effective today.'"

"As for you."

The eagle sneered and exerted a slight force with its feet.

A sickening, bone-crushing sound came from Wu Mingde's shoulder.

He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Keep this worthless life to face those creditors who lost everything because of your margin call."

The eagle retracted its foot, as if kicking away a bag of stinking garbage.

He kicked Wu Mingde down the steps.

Wu Mingde's body rolled twice on the scorching cement ground, like a tattered sack.

The suit was worn out, and blood seeped from the knees and elbows.

He lay on the ground, looking at the towering glass curtain wall of the Starry Sky Building.

The sunlight stung his eyes.

His former business partners, who had once fawned over him, now avoided him like the plague.

They stayed far away, and not a single person came forward to help them up.

His world collapsed completely in just a few hours.

The chairman of the Wu family stared at the screen filled with green stock codes indicating limit-down prices, then fainted on the street: "This guy is a devil who can control everything..."