Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

"Who do you think you are! Get out of here!"

Steven grabbed the crystal ashtray from the table and slammed it against the doorway.

"Bang!" The ashtray smashed against the door frame, and shards of broken glass splashed all over Chen Suan's trouser leg.

Chen Suan did not dodge.

He dragged himself in, and locked the suite door with a click.

He clutched his stomach tightly with his left hand. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead, running down his dark circles.

"Boss Shi, don't get so angry."

He walked up to the leather sofa.

He pulled out an old Lenovo laptop with a chipped paint finish and SpongeBob stickers from a tattered cloth bag tucked under his arm.

It was slammed directly onto the glass coffee table with a "thud".

"Anna! Ignore this lunatic! Keep placing orders!"

The veins on Steven's neck bulged, and his blue eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Three hundred million US dollars! Leveraged a hundredfold! I'd like to see how long their meager grocery money lasts!"

Anna bit her lower lip, which wasn't covered in lipstick.

My fingers slammed across the mechanical keyboard, leaving afterimages. The cold sweat on my palms made the mouse slippery.

on the screen.

Rows of green sell orders rained down like a storm.

Chen Suan pulled up a chair and sat down.

I opened the laptop screen. The screen lit up, and the fan made a "humming" sound like a broken tractor.

He let out a burp that smelled sour and rancid like coffee.

"Hiccup—Chairman Su asked me to come and play with you."

Chen Suan's rough fingers rested on the greasy keyboard.

He swallowed hard.

This is real trading. Using a cash pool of over a billion dollars to go head-to-head with Wall Street.

He was an undercover economic crime investigator, earning a fixed salary, and his palms were so sweaty he could raise fish on his keyboard.

"First wave, 40 million will be paid." Chen Suan pressed the enter key.

"Eat it."

Anna, staring at the big screen, screamed.

The green candlestick, which was about to hit the daily limit down, was forcefully pushed back by a thick red candlestick.

Steven loosened his tie.

One of the buttons on the collar of the bespoke shirt popped off.

"Add more! Transfer all the money from the margin pool! Overwhelm them!"

Chen Suan clutched his cramping stomach, gasping for breath in pain.

"Boss Shi, this trick of yours... When I was taking the CPA exam, the textbooks described it as a negative example."

He muttered to himself as he frantically typed on the numeric keypad.

"Aunt Liu's New Year's money from the farmers' market has arrived... and the pay cards for two thousand loaders have also come."

Money poured into the pool of funds like a tsunami.

Steven's short orders didn't even cause a ripple.

Everything was swallowed up completely by this massive torrent of RMB.

Anna's rimless glasses had completely slipped down to below the bridge of her nose.

She stared at the evaporating margin account on the screen, her fingernails digging into her palms.

"The boss... can't be broken down. Their buying power is terrifying."

Her voice trembled, and it sounded like she was about to cry.

"That's real user savings...no illegal leverage, it's all legal cash!"

Steven slapped the monitor.

The LCD screen flickered twice and then went black.

"Fuck! This can't be! Where would a peasant gangster get so much clean money!"

He was panting heavily, like a dying fish.

Chen Suan raised his head and pushed up his slipping black-rimmed glasses.

"Boss Shi, are you done smashing things? You've run out of bullets, now it's my turn."

Chen Suan took a deep breath.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, switching between pages.

The chart of the international stock market trend was displayed.

"As Chairman Su said, it is impolite not to reciprocate."

Chen Suan pressed his fingers against his stomach, digging them into the fabric of his suit.

"Your Quantum Fund has heavily invested in those established shipping stocks in Asia, right? And with 30 times leverage?"

Steven's pupils suddenly contracted to a single point.

My back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"What...what do you want to do?"

"Go long in the opposite direction. I'm familiar with this kind of question."

Chen Suan pressed the Enter key without hesitation.

"Use the remaining idle funds in Yu'e Bao to pump up your entire portfolio!"

Huge amounts of money were poured into the international market instantly through legitimate cross-border investment channels.

It hit Steven's home stock with pinpoint accuracy.

On the spare screen next to Anna.

The stock, which had been stable, suddenly surged like it had taken an aphrodisiac.

"No...no! Stop!"

Anna screamed and lunged at the keyboard, trying to close the position.

"The price is rising too fast! Our short positions have been liquidated! The system is warning of insufficient margin!"

Beep—beep—beep—!

Several computers in the suite simultaneously emitted piercing alarm sounds.

Steven's legs went weak.

With a "thump," she knelt down on the thick wool carpet.

The gold-plated coin slipped out of his pocket, rolled under the sofa, and disappeared without a sound.

Three hundred million US dollars. One hundred times leverage.

Within just fifteen minutes, due to internal problems and a broken capital chain, the position was forcibly liquidated.

Not a single penny was left. It was all stuck in the stock market of Longhai City.

Chen Suan slumped back in his chair.

The fan on the old laptop was still spinning wildly.

He stared at the completely locked numbers on the screen, his mind buzzing.

It’s over.

I'm an undercover cop, paid by the mafia, and I took down a Wall Street financial tycoon?

They're using the most compliant operating methods from the textbooks!

If Director Li knew that this huge sum of money had become the company's legitimate profit, his blood pressure would probably explode on the spot!

Chen Suan clutched his hair in anguish, tears welling in his eyes.

"Now I can't clear my name anymore. I've become the number one contributor to the Sihai Group."

He muttered in a tearful voice.

Steven lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud.

The expensive suit was stained with coffee and cigarette ash.

He clutched his hair with both hands, letting out a desperate, beast-like roar from his throat.

"It's a scam! This is a scam! You're not gangsters at all!"

Steven, his eyes red, suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Chen Suan.

"I'm going to sue you! I'm going to take you to the International Court of Justice to sue you for malicious market manipulation!"

Chen Suan rolled his eyes listlessly.

Before he could even speak.

My old Nokia phone vibrated in my pocket.

He pressed the answer button.

The receiver carried Su Ye's calm, emotionless voice.

"Director Chen, thank you for your hard work."

Su Ye seemed to take a sip of water on the other end of the line. "I saw the market data. According to foreign exchange regulations, we should go and process the legal settlement of that US dollar that's been sitting in the account tomorrow."

Chen Suan swallowed hard.

"Mr. Su... what about Steven? He's lying on the ground yelling that he's going to sue us."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

The crisp "click" sound of the thermos lid being screwed on came from inside.

"We are a law-abiding company. We don't cause trouble, but we're not afraid of trouble either."

Su Ye's voice carried an undeniable chill.

"His mental state isn't very good. Have Zhang Tiezhu take a few people up there and give him some forced 'humanitarian care'."

Chen Suan's hand trembled, and he almost dropped his phone.

He looked at the crazed Steven on the ground and asked a question tremblingly into the phone.

"How...how do you show concern?"

"Stop him from the edge of the rooftop."

Su Ye hung up the phone immediately.

Chen Suan stood there, stunned. He hadn't yet grasped the meaning of those words.

Steven, who was lying on the ground, suddenly jumped up like a spring.

"Ah—I can't live anymore! My money! My dollars!"

Steven smashed open the suite's floor-to-ceiling window like a madman, and without even putting on shoes, rushed barefoot onto the balcony railing.

"Holy crap! This foreigner is really going to jump off the building!"

Chen Suan was so frightened that his stomach cramped, and he quickly reached for the walkie-talkie.

"Tiezhu! Get everyone to the top floor quickly! If we're even a second late, our company will be sued for a murder!"

in the corner.

Anna slumped against the wall.

She watched Chen Suan's skilled command posture and then looked at the perfect financial operation trajectory on the screen.

The fear slowly faded from her azure eyes, replaced by an indescribable fervor.

"This is... the true art of capitalism."

Anna bit her lower lip and tasted a hint of blood.

She stumbled to her feet and suddenly grabbed Chen Suan's suit sleeve.

"Take me to see him...take me to see your boss, Su Ye. Now, immediately!"