When I went home for Chinese New Year, I spent a million times more money on my foreign wife.

He went into the kitchen, picked up a kitchen knife, and hovered it above the cutting board.

The moment the stove was turned on, the internal phone rang.

Chen Yang put down the knife, wiped his hands, and took it.

"Brother, I have some documents for you to sign. I'll be waiting for you in the study."

Chen Yang hummed in agreement and turned to leave the kitchen.

When the door was opened, Chen Yue was standing next to the desk holding a stack of paper documents that was half her height, with two stacks of sealed file folders piled up at her feet.

"These are all resolutions on non-investment projects, a total of thirty, with a total investment of 320 billion, involving infrastructure and mining cooperation in twelve countries. Your signature is required for the process to proceed."

Chen Yang glanced at the gold-embossed logo on the document cover, then pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Just leave it here, you can sign it on my behalf."

Chen Yue paused for a moment, then put the documents in her hand on the table.

"This is a 300 billion yuan project, and there's a strategic cooperation agreement with the local government. My signing doesn't count, does it?"

"If I say it's a deal, then it's a deal."

Chen Yang leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table.

A 300 billion investment would have been something he would have given a second glance to six months ago, but now all he can think about is how much sugar to put in the sweet and sour pork ribs that Katyusha wants to eat, and what color to paint the nursery for his two babies.

These projects, which are guaranteed to make money, are perfectly fine to be handled by Chen Yue; there's no need to waste his time with Katyusha.

"From now on, you can make the decisions on investment projects of this level directly; you don't need to come to me."

Chen Yue said "Oh," and bent down to pick up the documents at her feet.

"Okay, I'll go back and sign it. I'll keep an eye on things with the legal department. I'll contact you again if there are any problems."

Just as Chen Yue reached the door, a light blue system panel suddenly popped up in front of Chen Yang.

[Pampering Wife Mission Phase 1 Completed, Reward Issued: Top-Tier Space Capsule Life Support Miniature Technology Blueprints]

The dense technical parameters and 3D model diagrams instantly filled the entire panel, with precision down to the nanometer level.

Chen Yang glanced at the parameters and realized that the technology was perfectly compatible with the manned supporting modules of the Pangu Reactor, making it at least thirty years ahead of existing domestic technologies.

Li had previously left a research specialist at the Snow Palace to handle technology transfer matters, and this came in handy.

"Wait a minute."

Chen Yue stopped in her tracks and turned to look at her.

"Is there anything else, brother?"

"Go and call over Commissioner Wang, who was left behind by Director Li. I have something for him."

"it is good."

Chen Yue put down the documents, turned around, and went out to call for help.

Less than five minutes later, Commissioner Wang, wearing a gray jacket, pushed open the door and came in, carrying a non-magnetic metal briefcase.

"Mr. Chen, you were looking for me?"

Chen Yang tapped the system projection panel on the desktop.

"Here are some technical drawings. Take them back and give them to the relevant person in charge so that we can start manufacturing immediately."

Commissioner Wang leaned over and glanced at the parameters on the panel, then froze on the spot.

Having spent twenty years developing life support systems, he could immediately recognize the significance of these blueprints. With this, domestic medical and deep space exploration projects could be advanced by at least twenty years.

"Mr. Chen, this...this is too important. I'll leave right now and personally deliver it back."

Commissioner Wang's hands were trembling as he reached out to take the encrypted USB drive containing technical data.

"Yes, if there's a shortage of materials or funds, just contact Chen Yuepi directly. Prioritize ensuring the progress of this project."

"Okay! Okay! I'll definitely pass it on!"

Commissioner Wang put the USB drive into the anti-magnetic box, locked it, and ran out without even saying goodbye.

Chen Yue stood at the door watching Commissioner Wang's retreating figure as he ran so fast he seemed to fly, and couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement.

She had met Commissioner Wang a few times. He was usually incredibly calm and collected, never panicking even if the sky were to fall. The fact that he was running like this today showed just how terrifying what Chen Yang had brought out was.

Chen Yang stood up, picked up the washed Chilean cherries from the table, and turned to walk towards the sterile bedroom.

When I opened the door, Katyusha was leaning against the headboard, flipping through a catalog of custom-made baby clothes, with a dozen or so sample catalogs from high-end brands piled up at her feet.

Chen Yang placed the fruit plate on the bedside table, forked a cherry, and handed it over.

"Old Sun just came over and asked, saying that your blood sugar has been normal recently, so you can eat more cherries."

Katyusha took a bite of a cherry, and the juice splattered on her face.

"Ivan just called via video and said he wants to send the children ten custom-made strollers and a whole box of custom-made children's jewelry."

"Let him do whatever he wants; he can accept whatever he's willing to give."

Chen Yang sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to tidy up the sample books scattered on the bed.

"Did you like those outfits we just looked at? If you did, we'll have the brand make them directly."

"I like them all, I'll take them all."

Chen Yang hummed in agreement, took out his phone and sent a message to the person in charge of the brand, ordering twenty sets of baby clothes in different sizes, ranging from newborns to three-year-olds.

At that moment, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door three times. Chen Yue stood in the doorway, holding an encrypted communicator in her hand.

"Brother, something's happened."

Chen Yang looked up.

"explain."

"More than a dozen foreign media outlets simultaneously released press releases saying that you have been taken into custody by higher-ups because of a dispute over the distribution of spoils. Now the stock price of our overseas listed companies has dropped by two points, and retail investors are panic selling."

Chen Yang said "Oh," and forked a cherry into his mouth.

"No need to clarify."

Chen Yue paused for a moment, then took a step forward.

"If this isn't clarified, the market value will evaporate by at least 30 billion. Several partners just messaged me to ask about the situation. If it drops further, they might have to suspend their cooperation."

"So what if it evaporates? It's only 30 billion. Consider it a bonus for them."

Chen Yang leaned against the headboard and tapped his fingers on the bedside table.

"Go and allocate $50 billion of offshore reserves to short all the parent companies of the media outlets that published this rumor. Take all the short positions they have until they are delisted."

Chen Yue's eyes lit up instantly, and she tightened her grip on the communicator.

"Alright! I'll get on it right away! These media outlets have previously smeared our nanomaterials project, saying our products were substandard. This time, we'll settle old scores with new ones and drive them bankrupt."

Chen Yue turned and ran, her steps so fast they seemed to carry the wind.

Back in her office, Chen Yue immediately opened the global financial operations platform and her fingers flew across the virtual keyboard.

Five billion US dollars in reserves were instantly injected into the market, precisely targeting the stocks of the parent companies of those dozen or so media outlets.

Snow Palace's capital was terrifying; within ten minutes of entering the market, the stock prices of more than a dozen companies were halved, triggering three circuit breakers.

In the financial district of North America, at the headquarters of a disinformation media outlet, editor-in-chief Tom had just locked two million US dollars in disinformation funds transferred by a rival conglomerate into a safe and was celebrating with his subordinates while opening champagne.

The office door was suddenly flung open, and the operations director stumbled in, his laptop screen glaringly bright.

"Editor-in-Chief! This is terrible! Our stock price has plummeted by 60% in just ten minutes! It's triggered a mandatory delisting warning!"

Tom dropped his champagne glass onto the carpet, the amber liquid soaking the expensive wool rug.

"What did you say? How is that possible? Our financial report last month showed a profit of twenty million!"

"It's Snow Palace's offshore fund! They directly poured 50 billion US dollars into shorting us! And over a dozen other media outlets that released press releases were also shorted! Three of them have already filed for bankruptcy protection!"

Tom's legs went weak, and he sat down directly on the carpet.

He knew that Snow Palace was not to be trifled with, but he did not expect Chen Yang to be so ruthless, not even bothering to clarify the situation, but directly throwing money at them to delist.

Two million dollars was spent on spreading rumors, which resulted in the company losing billions of dollars in market value and going to jail.

In the sterile bedroom, Katyusha finished half a plate of cherries and yawned.

I'm sleepy.

Chen Yang got up, took away the fruit plate, and tucked the blanket in for her.

"Go to sleep, I'll stay here with you."

Just as Chen Yang sat down on the sofa by the bed, the notification light on the internal phone suddenly turned on.

It was a thunderbolt.