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

Shen Wanzhou rubbed her temples, her cool voice like a gentle breeze across a glacier in the messy banquet hall.

Within a fraction of a second of her voice falling.

The murderous aura in Chen Yuan's eyes, which had plunged the entire New York high society into an icy abyss, instantly vanished.

It transforms into a pool of warm spring water.

"it is good."

He took Shen Wanzhou's slightly cool fingers in his hand and pulled her into his large suit jacket.

"The air here is indeed a bit dirty. Let's go back to the hotel, and I'll cook for you myself."

Chen Yuan ignored the terrified celebrities around him, and also ignored William, who was being pinned to the ground by the FBI and howling like a banshee.

He put his arm around Shen Wanzhou's shoulder and led her through the gilded gate that had been blown open by the explosion.

The leather shoes made a crisp cracking sound as they stepped on the shattered crystal glass.

It was as if the last shred of dignity of the old Western money families had been trampled on.

Manhattan, the seven-star hotel where Star Ventures is staying.

The penthouse presidential suite.

Chen Yuan settled Shen Wanzhou on the soft leather sofa and poured her a glass of warm water, placing it beside her.

"Drink some water to soothe your throat first. I'll go to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients."

He took off his blood-stained waistcoat and casually rolled up the cuffs of his white shirt.

"Knock knock knock".

A gentle knock was made on the solid wood door of the suite.

The old butler, Uncle Fu, pushed open the door and walked in. His face, which was usually always adorned with a kind smile, now revealed an unusual solemnity.

"Young Master." Uncle Fu lowered his voice, glanced at Shen Wanzhou who was resting with her eyes closed, and walked to Chen Yuan's side.

"The best seafood available in New York City is no longer available."

Uncle Fu handed over a form.

"Although news of that dinner party was suppressed, the old money families who weren't there colluded to retaliate for William's arrest. They monopolized the supply channels for all high-end restaurants and food suppliers on the East Coast of North America."

Uncle Fu frowned.

"In Manhattan right now, if anyone from Star Ventures goes to buy seafood, they can't even get a regular grouper, let alone a top-quality king crab. They've even bought out the entire air-freighted seafood quota for the next month. It's clear they're trying to give the young lady a hard time in terms of food, clothing, and other necessities."

Chen Yuan took the order form for the failed purchase with his long, slender fingers.

The paper made a slight rubbing sound between his fingertips.

"Oh?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Chen Yuan's lips.

A flicker of pity, as if looking at an ant, flashed in those emotionless eyes.

"Since they like buying up the market so much, let them slowly eat those rotten, dead fish and shrimp."

He reached into his suit trouser pocket with one hand and pulled out a custom-made, pure black cell phone.

Walk to the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows of the suite.

Outside the window, the brightly lit and bustling night view of New York City unfolds.

But in the eyes of the dark web's rulers, all of this is nothing more than a pile of data that can be wiped clean at any time.

Chen Yuan dialed an encrypted frequency band.

The phone rang only half a ring before being answered instantly.

"Brother Yuan." Eagle's respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Eagle. Check which latitude of the ocean produces the firmest king crab meat right now?"

Chen Yuan's voice was calm and undisturbed.

"Wait a moment, Brother Yuan."

Three seconds later.

"Found it. Near the Svalbard archipelago in the Norwegian Sea, in Northern Europe. The water temperature and currents there, combined with the current aurora season, produce some of the world's finest red king crabs. However, that area is a privately owned fishing ground jointly developed by several long-established local families..."

"Buy it."

Chen Yuan coldly uttered three words, interrupting Eagle's report.

The eagle on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback.

"Buying...buying seafood? How many tons?"

"I'm telling you to buy that stretch of sea."

Chen Yuan tapped his fingertips lightly on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Within ten minutes. Using the lowest level of access to Star Venture Capital's overseas funding pool. Offer a tenfold premium, no bargaining, no installment agreements. Tell them, if they don't sell within five minutes, I'll short Norwegian government bonds tomorrow."

"Yes! Understood!" Eagle's gasp came through the receiver, followed by the frantic clatter of keyboard keystrokes.

hang up the phone.

Chen Yuan turned around and looked at Shen Wanzhou, who was leaning against the sofa and seemed to be falling asleep.

He went over and took a thin wool blanket and covered her legs.

"Please wait a moment, the ingredients are still on their way."

Ten minutes later.

Svalbard, Norway.

The biting wind, whipping up ice shards, raged across the sea.

In the night sky, the brilliant green aurora borealis stretched across the horizon like a giant ribbon.

This private, top-tier fishing ground, which originally belonged to several centuries-old families in Northern Europe, is now experiencing an unprecedented upheaval.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar shattered the tranquility beneath the aurora.

Ten heavy military transport helicopters bearing the "Star" logo descended over this frigid sea like steel behemoths.

The intense light from the searchlights illuminated the black sea as bright as day.

The local fish farm manager stood trembling on the deck, clutching a newly signed electronic purchase agreement with a tenfold premium.

He stared in disbelief at the black-clad mercenaries rappelling down from the helicopter.

In just ten minutes.

This top-class fishing ground, stretching for hundreds of nautical miles, has completely changed hands.

"Hurry up! Pick the biggest ones! The female crabs must have roe!"

A mercenary leader wearing a tactical vest yelled at the diver.

"Brother Yuan said it has to be caught alive in ice water, so that when it's sent to New York, the crab will still be able to pinch off a person's finger!"

A specially modified helicopter, equipped with a heated seawater pool inside, hovered steadily above the fishing boat.

Half an hour later.

Ten top-quality red king crabs, each the size of a millstone and with claws thicker than an adult's forearm, carrying the purest chill of the Arctic Ocean, were carefully placed into a constant-temperature container and hoisted onto a helicopter.

"Takeoff! The flight route has been approved with the highest level of clearance! You must arrive in New York within three hours!"

Manhattan, Star Hotel.

One o'clock in the morning.

Old money families in New York are gathered in a private cigar club, raising their glasses in celebration.

They thought that by cutting off the supply of high-end ingredients, they could make the high-ranking female tycoon taste humiliation.

Even if it's just a dinner on an empty stomach, it's still a victory for Western capitalism.

At this time.

In the rooftop kitchen of the Star Hotel.

Chen Yuan was wearing that familiar old black apron.

The dragon-scale kitchen knife in his hand transformed into a silver lightning bolt.

"Click."

The hard crab shell was precisely sliced ​​open like tofu under the knife.

Not a single bit of the meat fibers were damaged.

The snow-white crab meat, with a faint, sweet sea salt flavor, is exposed to the air.

Chen Yuan did not use any complicated cooking methods.

The finest ingredients require only the simplest steaming to preserve their pure essence from the aurora-lit icy sea.

"bite."

The steamer emitted a crisp beep.

Inside the presidential suite.

Shen Wanzhou frowned slightly because her stomach was empty.

Followed by.

The solid wood door was gently pushed open.

The old butler, Uncle Fu, slowly pushed a pure silver dining cart into the room.

On the food cart, there was a huge white porcelain bowl.

Even before it was opened, an extremely aggressive, sweet and savory aroma had already seeped out through the crack.

"Young Miss, the young master's midnight snack is ready."

Uncle Fu's voice carried an overwhelming sense of shock.

Uncle Fu reached out and grasped the handle of the white porcelain cover.

Gently lift it upwards.

Steam rose.

The old butler, Uncle Fu, pushed a food cart into Shen Wanzhou's presidential suite. When the lid was lifted, it revealed a top-quality king crab with the scent of the aurora borealis and the icy sea, a delicacy that even the wealthiest families in the city couldn't afford.