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Clang! Clang!

The heavy, resonant opening bell tolled beneath the dome of the New York Stock Exchange on Wall Street.

This should have been a clarion call to revitalize the capital market for a new day.

But now it has become a chilling death warrant.

The trading hall was no longer filled with the usual clamor of people waving pieces of paper and shouting.

There was only deathly silence and the crisp cracking sound of a keyboard being smashed.

On the central, 30-meter-long circular electronic screen, a dazzling red waterfall cascades down.

This represents hundreds of blue-chip stocks held by old money families and core Freemason members in Europe.

It was like a row of load-bearing walls with their steel bars broken, smashing straight through the bottom line of the limit-down.

"They can't sell...there's simply no one willing to buy them!"

A top trader with 30 years of experience held his head in his hands, digging his fingers into his hair.

The coffee cup in front of him was knocked over, and the brown liquid dripped down the marble tabletop.

He couldn't even manage to wipe himself with a tissue.

Dozens of fund managers in suits slumped on the carpet.

The tie was pulled loose, and the shirt buttons fell to the ground.

They watched helplessly as the names of those ancient conglomerates, with their centuries-old legacies, were forcibly labeled "bankruptcy liquidation" in black on the screen.

Bloomberg and Reuters' live television broadcasts were scrolling wildly across large screens in major squares around the world.

The blonde, blue-eyed news anchor held the news report, her fingers trembling uncontrollably in front of the camera.

"This is a premeditated financial strangulation!"

The female anchor's voice was transmitted to all parts of the world through a microphone with a distorted tone.

"Star Ventures' short-selling campaign this time was so ruthless and involved such a massive amount of money that it can be described as a business war of the century!"

"Top Wall Street analysts have pointed out that Mr. Chen Yuan began laying the groundwork for this encirclement of Europe's energy and financial systems on the dark web at least a decade ago!"

"This is an ambush from the East, the grandest chess game in the capitalist world!"

The experts on the news channel were talking animatedly.

Various conspiracy theories, ten-year infiltration theories, and grand narratives have been packaged to appear incredibly mysterious.

It seems that every step taken by Star Ventures is driven by a shocking ambition to scheme against all of humanity.

At this time.

Jianghai City, Xingchen Building, third basement level.

Inside the Geek Core Lab, the air was filled with the spicy aroma of instant noodle seasoning.

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Fatty Wang Kai was holding a box of braised beef noodles when he heard the analysis from foreign experts on the big screen.

He spat out a mouthful of noodles, choking and turning his face red.

He frantically grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth, his chubby face trembling.

"A decade-long plan? A business war of the century?"

Wang Kai slammed the instant noodle box heavily onto the metal control panel, the bottom of the plastic box making a dull thud.

"These foreigners have such wild imaginations; they're wasting their talent if they don't write science fiction!"

Xiao Liu, sitting in front of the control panel, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses that had slipped off his nose.

He was wearing a blue and white school uniform. He tapped a few times on the keyboard and pulled up a top-secret dark web operation log.

The cold, bluish light shone on his face, which still had acne.

"Fatty, if you tell them the truth, those old men on Wall Street will have a stroke on the spot."

Xiao Liu pointed to a line of red instruction code on the screen.

"I've checked the trigger timestamps of the underlying logs."

"This destructive program, codenamed 'Zeroing,' was not written ten years ago at all."

Chu Feng leaned against the server rack, fiddling with a Rubik's Cube in his hand.

"When was that written?"

"Last Tuesday, at 2:14 PM."

Xiao Liu tapped the screen, his voice carrying an absurd sense of his values ​​being reshaped.

"The boss threw this virus package into the European power grid backend at that exact moment."

Wang Kai froze, his stubby fingers making two stiff gestures in mid-air.

"Last Tuesday at 2 PM? Wasn't Brother Yuan on his honeymoon on a cruise ship in the Aegean Sea with his wife then?"

"yes."

Xiao Liu leaned back in his gaming chair, spreading his hands out.

"The Hawks just poured their grievances out to me on the inside channel."

That afternoon, my sister-in-law was taking a nap on a beach chair on the deck.

"That Arthur from the Rothschild family, of all people, happened to come by in a beat-up yacht and even sounded his pneumatic horn."

The Rubik's Cube in Chu Feng's hand fell to the ground with a "thud" and rolled into the corner.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"Just because the yacht honked its horn?"

"It was because the ship's horn was too loud and disturbed my sister-in-law's afternoon nap."

Xiao Liu looked at the data stream on the screen, speaking in a calm tone as if he were talking about something trivial.

"The boss was carrying a plate of sliced ​​Wagyu beef up from the hold at that time."

"He frowned slightly when he saw his sister-in-law being woken up."

"Then, the boss held his phone in one hand and typed out this short-selling program."

The entire underground laboratory fell into a deathly silence that lasted for half a minute.

The only sound was the low, rumbling noise of the exhaust fan.

Wang Kai's legs went weak, and his 200-pound body collapsed onto the sofa next to him.

The leather sofa creaked under the weight.

He touched the back of his neck, which was soaked with cold sweat, and felt a chill running down his back.

"Just for this?"

Wang Kai's voice trembled like a leaf.

"Just because he disturbed his sister-in-law's sleep, Brother Yuan casually wiped out the entire centuries-old Qian family?!"

"He even skipped the whole 'make a tough statement' part?"

Xiao Liu silently closed the log window.

"In Brother Yuan's dictionary, disturbing his sister-in-law's peaceful sleep is a capital offense."

"What global business war? What capital game?"

"In the boss's eyes, those arrogant tycoons are just greenbottle flies buzzing in his wife's ear."

"Flies are annoying, just swat them. Who's going to talk to a fly about a ten-year plan?"

This truth is utterly absurd.

If this were made public, it would be enough to make the Western world's self-esteem feel repeatedly rubbed in the sewers.

They thought they had been defeated by an epic, grand strategy.

In reality, they were simply defeated by a man's morning grumpiness and an unreasonable protectiveness.

Cloud Top Manor, second floor master bedroom.

Sunlight streamed through the huge French windows, filtered through heavy blackout curtains.

It transformed into a warm, soft halo, spreading across the plush Persian carpet.

A faint scent of cedarwood wafts through the air, mixed with a hint of the sweet aroma of warm milk.

The wall-mounted TV was not making any sound.

In silent mode, the screen is scrolling through images of the devastation outside major European stock exchanges.

Those once arrogant nobles were driven out of the building by security guards and sat on the steps, burying their faces in their hands and weeping.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a beige silk bathrobe.

She curled up in the large single sofa.

A pair of fair, delicate feet stepped on the edge of the fluffy carpet, their toes unconsciously curling slightly.

She held a white porcelain mug in her hands, the warmth of the mug flowing through her palm.

Those bright, sparkling eyes were fixed on the bankrupt news flashing on the television screen.

Long eyelashes cast a quiet shadow under the eyelids.

She took a small sip of the warm milk.

His cool, aloof brow furrowed slightly, a hint of confusion in his expression.

She seemed to have seen these family crests, which were reported to be bankrupt, on a cruise ship in the Aegean Sea a few days ago.

It was the family of the foreign man who stood opposite them, shouting and honking his horn.

How did they suddenly go bankrupt?

She placed the porcelain cup on the coffee table, and the bottom of the cup made a crisp "ding" sound as it touched the glass surface.

He turned his head away.

The gaze travels through the spacious bedroom and lands on the adjoining open-plan walk-in closet.

The warm light from the dressing room shone on the man's tall, straight back.

Chen Yuan was wearing a simple, plain black cotton home T-shirt.

A pair of light gray casual trousers.

The cuffs were casually rolled up above the elbows, revealing the firm and smooth muscles of the forearms.

He was standing in front of a row of mahogany wardrobes.

He was holding a light-colored windproof knit sweater that Shen Wanzhou usually liked to wear.

I gently folded it neatly and placed it into an open, dark-colored suitcase next to me.

Inside the box, her toiletries, skincare products, and even the Pikachu plush pillow she carried everywhere were neatly arranged.

His own clothes consisted of only two pitiful shirts, which were carelessly stuffed in a corner.

"Chen Yuan".

Shen Wanzhou's soft, sweet voice broke the silence of the bedroom.

She pointed to the television screen on the wall that was still playing the news.

"Why did all those foreign companies go bankrupt?"

"Didn't they say a few days ago they were going to cut off our power grid?"

Chen Yuan folded the clothes without pausing for a moment.

He carefully placed the last silk nightgown into the box.

Zip up the suitcase.

A soft "rip" sound.

He turned around, took long strides, and walked steadily out of the dressing room.

The moment his deep black eyes met the girl's gaze, all their coldness and hardness melted away.

It transformed into a deep, bottomless pool of warm, moist spring water.

"It was just a case of poor management and a broken cash flow."

Chen Yuan walked to the sofa and knelt on one knee on the soft carpet.

His line of sight was level with hers.

He stretched out his large, well-defined hand, and gently brushed the pad of his thumb across her lips, which were slightly red from drinking milk.

The rough, thin callus sent a shivering, tingling sensation through me.

The man's tone was flat and monotone, as if the downfall of those multinational conglomerates was merely an accidental business incident.

Watching the news reports of century-old conglomerates collapsing, Shen Wanzhou turned to Chen Yuan, who was packing his luggage in the walk-in closet, and asked in confusion, "Since they've gone bankrupt, why are you packing? Are we going on a business trip somewhere?"