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

Arthur hung up the satellite phone.

Wild laughter mingled with the sea breeze, echoing wildly across the deck of the black and gold yacht.

He could almost see the proud Eastern woman across from him kneeling on the deck, begging him.

The Starship, top deck.

Shen Wanzhou's slender fingers slid across the tablet.

The previously stable overseas new energy financial report curve suddenly showed a slight downward red angle.

That was a tentative sell-off by a Wall Street short-selling firm.

Shen Wanzhou picked up the glass of chilled orange juice.

Water droplets on the glass wall dampened her fingertips.

She frowned slightly, a hint of annoyance at being disturbed in her cool eyes.

"clatter."

A plate of top-quality Wagyu beef, sliced ​​evenly and sizzling with oil, is placed steadily on a small glass table.

The aroma of black pepper mixed with butter instantly overpowered the fishy smell of the sea breeze.

Chen Yuan had already taken off his old apron.

He wore a well-tailored white shirt, pulled out a beach chair, and sat down next to Shen Wanzhou.

I took the orange juice from her and replaced it with a cup of warm black tea.

"Eat first. It will get dry if it gets cold."

Chen Yuan handed her the silver fork, his voice low and gentle, as if he were coaxing a child who didn't want to eat on time.

Shen Wanzhou looked at the perfectly cooked medium-rare beef on the plate, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, still retaining its rich juices.

The wrinkle between her brows miraculously disappeared.

"it is good."

She casually placed the tablet upside down on the table, ignoring the jumping red line.

Arthur, on the yacht opposite, held up his binoculars.

He watched as Shen Wanzhou actually started eating her steak as if nothing had happened, and he was so angry that his teeth itched.

"Pretend! Let's see how long you can keep up this act!"

Arthur yelled at the bodyguard.

"Go and bring the terminal up! I want to see StarCraft's market value plummet to rock bottom!"

On the Starship.

Chen Yuan watched as Shen Wanzhou swallowed a piece of beef.

Then, with his free left hand, he slowly and methodically pulled the specially made, pure black cell phone out of his pocket.

There were no unnecessary movements.

My thumb tapped the screen rapidly a few times.

It was a string of instructions composed of hexadecimal gibberish.

It was sent directly to the dark web main server located at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean via the encrypted frequency band of military satellites.

After sending the message, Chen Yuan casually tossed his phone onto the table with a soft "thud".

He picked up the lemonade next to him and took a sip.

His gaze remained fixed on Shen Wanzhou, not even glancing at the black and gold yacht opposite him.

At this moment.

Wall Street in New York, on the other side of the world.

The trading floor of three top short-selling institutions: JPMorgan Chase, Goldman Sachs, and Quantum Fund.

The traders who were frantically shorting Star Venture Capital, having received instructions from the Rothschild family, suddenly stopped what they were doing.

"My God... what the hell is this?"

A seasoned trader pointed at the big screen, his voice trembling as if he had been exposed to the cold winds of the Arctic for three days.

The red curve of Star Venture Capital, which had been slightly declining due to their actions, suddenly stopped falling.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of funds, originating from an unknown offshore account, crashed through all the short-selling barriers jointly erected by the three major institutions, like a prehistoric behemoth.

One billion US dollars.

Five billion US dollars.

Three hundred billion US dollars!

This fund is completely irrational and lacks any financial model logic.

It simply used its sheer, overwhelming size to absorb all the short positions thrown out by the three major institutions, and then reversed course and went long.

The green upward curve shot straight into the sky at a terrifying angle that defies the laws of physics.

"Throw! Keep throwing! The Rothschild family has promised unlimited ammunition!"

The head of the organization was tearing at his tie and roaring wildly, spitting all over the screen.

Five minutes later.

The trading hall was deathly silent.

A red warning box popped up on everyone's computer screen simultaneously.

Insufficient margin, forced liquidation.

The three major institutions' pool of hundreds of billions of yuan used to short-sell Xingchen was completely drained by that mysterious prehistoric behemoth in the short time it takes to eat a meal.

Not a single penny was left.

Moreover, the funds also followed the trail and shorted the stocks of the three major institutions themselves.

Alarms are blaring on Wall Street.

Countless elites slumped in their chairs, their eyes vacant, as if they were witnessing the end of the world.

The Aegean Sea is still bathed in bright sunshine.

Shen Wanzhou finished the last piece of Wagyu beef.

She put down her knife and fork, picked up her warm black tea, took a sip, and relaxed her brow.

"The marbling of this meat is excellent, even better than the one I had at a Michelin three-star restaurant last time."

"If you like it, I'll cut it for you to eat every day from now on."

Chen Yuan took away the empty plates and wiped his hands with a tissue.

He casually picked up the tablet computer that was lying face down on the table, turned it over, and handed it to Shen Wanzhou.

"Look, isn't the scenery beautiful?"

Chen Yuan's voice was languid.

Shen Wanzhou glanced at the screen.

Star Ventures' overseas footprint has not shrunk; on the contrary, it has surged by 30%.

Beneath this green dragon are three red curves that have been completely reset and are lying flat, pretending to be dead.

A knowing glint flashed in Shen Wanzhou's cool eyes.

She turned her head and looked at Chen Yuan's profile, which was completely expressionless.

Without a word, she knew that while wiping her mouth, the man had casually turned Wall Street upside down.

"not bad."

A very faint smile appeared on Shen Wanzhou's lips.

"Those three bugs died so horribly that it affected my appetite."

Chen Yuan chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly.

"Next time I'll make them die with a bit more artistry."

On the black and gold yacht.

The military-grade financial terminal in front of Arthur, worth millions, was flashing red light wildly.

The piercing alarm sounded like steel needles stabbing into his eardrums.

He stared intently at the three curves on the screen that had completely returned to zero.

His eyes bulged out and were covered with terrifying red blood vessels.

That was his trump card, which he was very proud of.

That's the network of connections and capital barriers that the Rothschild family has accumulated over a century!

How is that possible?

Less than twenty minutes have passed! That Asian woman only ate one damn steak!

"Fake... This is definitely data fabricated by hackers! My short-selling firm can't possibly lose!"

Arthur, like a madman, clutched his head with both hands, his fingernails digging deep into his scalp.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the Starship.

Chen Yuan was leaning back lazily in his chair, his long legs crossed.

Those emotionless eyes were looking at him coldly across the azure sea.

It's like looking at a rotting corpse.

Arthur felt a chill run from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head.

He opened his mouth, trying to shout, but no sound came out.

"Smack."

As Arthur watched the red curves on the terminal display plummet to zero, he slammed the wine glass in his hand onto the deck with a "crack," shattering it into pieces.