Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

The same applies to medical bills. Using AI-generated medical guides to go to the hospital may still leave you feeling overwhelmed by exorbitant medical costs, but it can at least reduce unnecessary expenses by more than 70%.

The AI ​​that Dongjiang has developed has even evolved to the point of being able to find out the distribution points of several underground doctors in the same city. If you pay money to see these underground doctors, at least they can prescribe antibiotics instead of strong drugs.

They even provide them with a medical insurance plan for overseas travel—in short, a comprehensive strategy to save these people money.

Therefore, Vox-Genesis AI's biggest supporters in America are not the trend-chasing young people and college and high school students, but a group of older white men who should theoretically be frantically smearing and attacking him as the "Eastern University devil" in the public opinion arena.

Of course, having fans and needing something are one thing, but attacking him online is another. Saying it and typing it are one thing, but the admiration and gratitude one feels for Tsurugi in one's heart is yet another.

In any case, a great deal of attention and the wonderful magic of goodwill and worship that Tsurugi comes from this aspect.

"You only need to shut down cooperation in these two industries, and the White House will slow down the sanctions against you."

Sigong Yunying softened his tone.

"I know it's frustrating, but it's business, there's no shame in it."

"Disgusting, utterly disgusting!" Dongjiang slammed his fist on the table, speaking righteously and with an air of irreconcilable hatred for evil.

"If I do that, what will happen to the ordinary people who support me? I can't abandon them; I am their protector!"

Shinomiya Un'yori looked at him with an expression that seemed to say, "Are you crazy?"

"What's the point of the support from ordinary people! You should be focusing on the sanctions the government is going to impose on you!"

Shigu Yunying slammed her fist on the table, her voice rising in pitch.

“They have already arrested our business representatives in the United States. They are going to prosecute us for bribing their officials under the Foreign Corrupt Practices Act. They will not release these people unless we offer an exorbitant settlement!”

"Do I know them?" Tsugumi picked up a chocolate from the table, unwrapped it, popped it into her mouth, and said casually.

"How could the executives in your company possibly have clean hands? Whether they live or die is none of my business!"

Shinomiya Un's expression froze, then he gritted his teeth and said with a hint of threat...

"Don't forget that it was the Shinomiya family that helped you build this company. Without our support, you would have been..."

A chill ran down Shinomiya Un'taka's spine. He opened his mouth slightly, staring in horror at Tsugumi's bloodshot eyes and the terrifying pressure emanating from them.

"Jianzi, get out. Don't come in unless I tell you to."

Tsugumi casually sent Miko Yotsuya away. Sensing what was about to happen, Miko, though curious, obediently left and closed the door behind her.

After she left, Tsugumi stopped doing that and reverted to her media demon persona.

In an instant, the change in posture and the terrifying magic overwhelmed Shinomiya Un'taka's fragile rationality, and he began to scream uncontrollably!

“You know what? I don’t actually care if you put people in my company, control departments, or anything like that.”

Tsugumi slowly and deliberately straightened Shinomiya Un'taka's collar; the blood-red eyes on the television screen rippled with black and red light.

"After all, I don't need those meaningless numbers—money, stocks, land ownership, and the like. To me, these things are just numbers, meaningless objects used to motivate you to work for me."

“I can give it all to you! But on the condition that you obey my orders and be absolutely obedient. I mean, do whatever I say.”

"What I give you is yours; what I don't give you, you can't take a single penny from..."

Tsugumi's sharp fingers lightly traced the face of Shinomiya Un'taka, watching the blood flow from the torn skin, watching his face convulse in extreme terror, almost vomiting. He grinned.

"You know what? Ironically, I killed countless people in other worlds not long ago, but in this world, I have to patiently play these boring numbers games with you."

"Do you know how impatient I am? Do you know how much I want to just rush over there, embrace the problem of completely destroying this world that belongs to me, and start a full-scale war with you? How many times have I thought about just killing you all and going to another world!"

He stood up and laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha, you guys should really kneel down and thank me! Thank you for having some patience, thank you for needing a stable world, thank you for not wanting this world to become ruins, and for thinking that other worlds would have the same kind of trouble as you!"

"Or rather, you should thank me. As the media demon, what I want is not a desolate wasteland, but a relatively healthy, powerful, and well-functioning modern society!!!"

"But the society I want doesn't operate based on your logic and games; it's mine—my own rules, my own games, my own way!!!"

Tsurugi's voice grew louder and louder, like countless thunderbolts roaring in the cramped room. As the only human in the room, Shinomiya Un'taka was terrified!

However, Tsurugi ultimately did not. As he said, he still needed these people to help him deal with these disgusting problems that he did not want to deal with.

He transformed back into human form, helped the trembling Shinomiya Yun'ying to his feet, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled.

“Yun Yingjun, you should be glad that you didn’t actually do anything irreparable wrong to my things. Although trying to monitor my whereabouts was already suicidal, compared to your value, I can tolerate it once.”

"But there won't be a second time. If I find any clues again—ha, you've never been anything irreplaceable, have you?"

Shinomiya Un'taka nodded frantically, his heart completely filled with fear.

However, the same question was also answered.

Why did his older brother die after that strange night? Why did his father remain silent about his brother's suspicious death? Why did this guy have so many sources of information that he couldn't find anywhere else?

So he wasn't human at all.

That's not surprising, that's not surprising at all...

"So, what should we do next?"

Shinomiya Un'yō asked, trembling. Tsurugi was somewhat surprised that he could still maintain such courage to ask, and he looked at him with new respect, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I think... should we just leave it alone?"

"You can get that executive who got arrested back yourself when you have the time."

Tsugumi picked up a chocolate and popped it into her mouth, calmly saying...

"But as for the other issues, as I said, just leave them alone. Anyway, soon you will see an unprecedented performance in the history of human economics."

"An unprecedented performance in economics... Could you give me a sneak peek?"

Tsugumi thought for a moment, then asked with a smile.

Do you know how much cash reserves the United States has this year?

"It's about $8000 billion, but if you include foreign exchange and other amounts..."

"What if suddenly I had twenty trillion dollars, and I poured all that money into the market, into the accounts of every American?"

Tsugumi smiled as she spoke words that seemed like a fairy tale to Shinomiya Un'taka.

His reason told him that this was like a child's joke and an unrealistic dream, but everything he had just seen made him lose the courage to deny whether what Dongjiang said would become a reality.

His throat moved with difficulty, and he answered, drawing on his knowledge of economics.

"Hyperinflation will cause the US national debt to explode, global financial markets to collapse, and the dollar to depreciate sharply..."

Helicopter money is a seemingly generous idea, but in reality, any such large-scale dilution of the currency will trigger a more severe financial collapse—at least that's what economists have been saying, but in reality, no government has ever managed to actually distribute money to everyone.

"That doesn't sound ruthless enough." Tsurugi clicked her tongue, somewhat dissatisfied with the answer, then chuckled.

"Then how about we wait another half day, or let it become forty trillion?"

"...That would be a super financial disaster of a scale that surpasses any other in world history."

“Very good.” Tsugumi crossed her arms, revealing a mocking and wicked smile.

"It'll be soon, just another 24 hours. Although it's not Christmas yet, I'll generously play Santa Claus for once."

“Give $100,000 equally to every American who still has an account!”

"Let's inject an unprecedented boost into the capital market!"

Having transmigrated, the only option is to kill, kill, kill! : 101. Hurry back to New York, the village is handing out money! (Chapters 9 and 10)

At two in the morning, on the top floor of JPMorgan Chase headquarters, the office was filled with the smoke of aged cigars and the aroma of top-quality single malt whiskey. Outside the thick bulletproof glass windows, the lights of Manhattan looked like a golden speck of dust trampled underfoot.

Only four people sat around the oval ebony table. The meeting was chaired by David Morgan of JPMorgan Chase, his hair graying, his eyes like well-maintained scalpels. A banker representing Goldman Sachs was slowly cutting a cigar. The other two, one from Citigroup and the other from a notoriously aggressive hedge fund, were somewhat blurred by the smoke.

“VOX Technology.” David Morgan’s voice was very casual, as if he were chatting about everyday matters.

"The executive of that Japanese company has been arrested by the government at our behest. You all should be prepared on how to deal with it next."

"Our president may have risen to power through the influence of those rednecks, but he doesn't hesitate to take action," the Goldman Sachs banker sneered.

"It seems that after being shot and having his home bombed once, our president has finally realized who his comrades are, and who he can and should rely on."

"Speaking of which, who among you actually did it?"

No one answered; everyone looked at each other, convinced that it must have been someone other than themselves who had done it.

After all, although their President MAGA came from the same class and group as them, his methods were sometimes too crude and his character too unreliable.

Everyone felt that his death and the replacement of the president, or being taught a lesson, would be in the interest of these capitalist groups.

"Alright, Jones, we're discussing business matters."

David Morgan gently steered the conversation back on track, continuing...

"I won't go into details about other things. Our main objective is to take down this young man who is suspected—no, definitely sent by the University of Tokyo to wrest control of Japan from us."

Yes, in their eyes, Tsugumi is definitely not a Japanese corporate zaibatsu.

His technology could not possibly have come from a semi-colony under their control; this is certain, both based on their confidence and actual intelligence.

After all, Japan's IT technology, to put it sadly, is at the same level as it was ten years ago, even though India has already developed AI.

That market, which appears to be a developed country but is in fact a horribly feudal and stubborn place, could never possibly nurture such technical talent. Even if it did, such talent would only be swallowed up by its rigid system and market, either flourishing outside the country or fading into obscurity.

Furthermore, given his identity as a student of the University of Tokyo, it's clear he's not even pretending; he must be a representative sent by that country to try and seize control of Japan.

In any case, whether it's these tycoon members, the White House think tank, or even netizens on the internet, they all gave similar conclusions.

The Goldman Sachs representative, Jones, lit a cigar, took a deep drag, let the smoke swirl in his mouth, exhaled, and chuckled softly.

“These Asians always think that technological superiority is enough. They forget that technology is a piece moving on whose chessboard.” His smile was devoid of warmth.

"That young man named Dongjiang rejected our well-intentioned offer. He neither wanted to accept our patent purchase nor wanted us to invest in his company. I think he must be so naive as to think that we can't do anything to him if he doesn't go public."

A few scornful laughs rang out from the table. Clearly, these Wall Street financial tycoons had dealt with countless such unlisted companies that posed a threat to them.

Their business strategies have always been successful because they never engage in any frivolous or superficial tactics.

Invite them to a feast, behead them, or take them in as dogs!

Either accept their rules and be easily exploited in the capital market, or don't play their game and get killed outside the rules.

Just like now, they easily influenced the White House by lobbying and controlling the IRS and related pharmaceutical markets, leading the president, who rose to power through the influence of lower-class whites, to make the decision to ban Vox-Genesis AI, a move that betrayed his base.

This is just the beginning. The next step is to forcibly arrest the company's senior executives in the United States. Then they will unilaterally announce that VOX Technology must pay them huge compensation and also freeze their overseas accounts.

Then they pressured the government, spread rumors, controlled spies, and even carried out assassinations.