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The top floor of the Shanghai International Financial Center.

That chilling silence was broken only by the busy tone coming from the receiver.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

It was a dedicated telephone line, but now it lay like an abandoned piece of trash on an expensive Persian carpet.

Wang Teng slumped in that custom-made leather chair worth millions.

Ten minutes ago, this was the place where he was giving orders and directing the nation.

He hadn't even finished the cup of Da Hong Pao tea.

Forty years.

It took him a full forty years to climb from humble beginnings to become the richest man in Shanghai and build a vast Wang empire.

Destroying all of this only requires a phone call, a few minutes.

Gone.

Everything is gone.

Stock market circuit breakers, banks withdrawing loans, partners turning against them.

Just now, the "big shot" he considered a powerful figure hung up on his call for help and even blocked his number.

Wang Teng's fingers twitched as he reached for the water glass on the table, but instead knocked over the pure gold Pixiu ornament.

With a loud "clang".

The Pixiu rolled to the ground and broke one of its legs.

The sound was particularly jarring in the empty office.

Before he could even catch his breath...

The heavy mahogany door of the office was violently pushed open from the outside.

There was no knocking.

There is no "Chairman Wang".

Only the dull, hurried, and oppressive sound of leather shoes on the floor could be heard.

A group of men in uniforms walked in.

The middle-aged man leading the group strode to the desk with a stern face.

He didn't even bother to look at the mess on the floor, and simply pulled a piece of paper from his briefcase and slammed it onto the large mahogany desk.

The bright red seal on that piece of paper stung Wang Teng's eyes.

"Wang Teng".

The middle-aged man's voice was dry, with a cold, businesslike quality. "Economic Crime Investigation Division."

"We suspect that you and the Wang Group are involved in massive fundraising fraud, illegal money laundering, issuing false value-added tax invoices, and multiple commercial bribery cases."

"This is an arrest warrant."

"Come with us."

Wang Teng slowly raised his head.

His neck rattled like a rusty gear.

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his lips trembling slightly.

He recognized the face.

Last month's charity gala...

But now.

The man stood ramrod straight, looking down at me.

That look wasn't directed at a person.

Instead, they were looking at a pile of garbage waiting to be disposed of, even with a hint of disgust, as if they were eager to distance themselves from it.

"Old Liu..."

Wang Teng forced out a hoarse voice, instinctively trying to strike up a conversation, "Last week we were still..."

"Shut up!"

The man called Old Liu frowned and interrupted sharply, "Watch your address! This is a law enforcement scene!"

After saying that, he didn't give Wang Teng a chance to speak again and waved his hand behind him.

"take away!"

Two young and strong team members immediately stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, and held down Wang Teng's shoulders.

The cool, metallic touch instantly gripped my wrist.

Click.

This crisp sound shattered Wang Teng's last shred of hope.

The immense force pulled him abruptly from the boss's chair, a symbol of power.

Wang Teng staggered two steps and almost knelt down.

He was pushed and shoved as he walked out.

As he passed the huge floor-to-ceiling window, he turned his head and glanced out the window.

The sun was still shining brightly.

The Huangpu River continues to flow.

The city of Shanghai beneath my feet remains dazzlingly prosperous.

But this prosperity no longer belongs to him.

When a tree falls, the monkeys scatter; when a wall collapses, everyone pushes it down.

Wang Teng gave a bitter laugh, tears streaming down his ashen face.

original.

This is what is meant by cleaning thoroughly.

"I'm not leaving." Wang Teng's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded. "I need to see my lawyer."

"I'm afraid it's not going to work." The square-faced man shook his head, a hint of cruel sympathy on his face. "Your private lawyer surrendered to us ten minutes ago and submitted all the evidence of your and your company's crimes."

"What?!" Wang Teng's body jolted violently!

His personal lawyer, who had been with him for over twenty years and knew all his secrets, actually... betrayed him?

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Wang Teng's emotions surged again. "I gave him so much money! Why would he betray me!"

"Because someone gave him something more important than money." The square-faced man's tone was meaningful.

That is, the chance to survive.

Wang Teng was completely stunned.

The chance to survive...

He finally understood what a terrifying force he was facing.

That power doesn't even need to take action personally; a single thought or hint is enough to turn everyone around him into a venomous snake that bites him back.

He was abandoned by everyone.

He suffered a complete defeat.

"take away."

The square-faced man waved his hand, no longer bothering to waste words with him.

Two uniformed officers stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, and grabbed Wang Teng's arms.

Wang Teng did not resist further.

He was like a walking corpse, being dragged along as he walked out.

When he reached the door, he saw his secretary, Assistant Zhang, who had been standing by the wall, pale-faced and trembling.

"Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang..." Assistant Zhang looked at Wang Teng, his lips trembling, not knowing what to say.

Wang Teng looked at him, and a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his empty eyes.

"Xiao Zhang..." He used all his strength to grab Assistant Zhang's collar, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Tell me... what exactly... is this Wu Family Village?"

This is the only answer he wants to know right now.

He wanted to know who had killed him.

When Assistant Zhang looked at Wang Teng's bloodshot eyes, his body trembled even more violently.

He opened his mouth, and with difficulty, squeezed out a few words from his throat.

"Mr. Wang... I... I don't know either..."

"All I know is... we can't afford to mess with the people there..."

"We don't even deserve to carry their shoes..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Teng let out a mournful laugh.

They don't even have the right to carry my shoes...

It turns out that everything he was so proud of was actually insignificant in the eyes of others.

He was dragged away.

His shrill laughter still echoed in the corridor.

And almost at the same time.

Similar scenes are playing out in every corner of Shanghai.

All subsidiaries under the Wang Group have been seized by relevant authorities.

All executives and front men with ties to the Wang family were taken away for investigation.

That vast, dark network of interests woven by Wang Teng over decades was uprooted and torn to shreds by an unparalleled force at this moment!

The entire business and political circles of Shanghai were plunged into violent turmoil and panic due to this sudden earthquake.

Everyone knows that the landscape of the Shanghai Stock Exchange has changed.

The once invincible Wang family has fallen.

The fall was so sudden, so complete, that not even a ripple of resistance was stirred up.

The culprit behind all of this was just an eight-year-old child hundreds of kilometers away, and a casual glance.

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