I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Early the next morning.

The morning news program on Nanjiang Provincial Television broadcast an urgent news flash.

"Breaking news from this station: Late last night, a sabotage operation by foreign forces was successfully thwarted in Jiangjia Village, Qinghe County, our province. Six armed men of unknown nationality were apprehended on the spot. The suspects have been transferred to relevant departments, and the case is under further investigation..."

On the television screen, the six mercenaries, stripped of their night clothes, covered in mud, and bound like dumplings by security guards, were being escorted into a police car. They looked utterly wretched.

Hilton Hotel in the provincial capital.

"Bang!"

Charlie, enraged by the news footage on TV, smashed the remote control he was holding against the 85-inch LCD TV.

The screen shattered instantly, and a plume of black smoke billowed out.

Failed!

The top mercenaries we hired for a hundred million US dollars didn't even get a chance to touch a hair on the hospital before they were captured like pigs!

They even made it onto TV!

This is an absolute disgrace!

Charlie was furious.

At this very moment, in Jiangjia Village.

Inside the village committee's luxurious top-floor office.

Jiang Chen also finished watching the news. He turned off the TV, his smile slowly faded, and his eyes darkened completely.

"These ignorant foreign devils keep sending people to cause trouble again and again."

Jiang Chen's voice carried a hint of cold killing intent.

"Do you really think I, Jiang Chen, am made of clay, only capable of defense and unable to fight back?"

He picked up the internal phone on the table and dialed directly into Attorney Zhou's office.

"Attorney Zhou, bring your men and come to my office immediately!"

Less than five minutes.

Attorney Zhou and his elite legal team rushed in, panting.

"Mr. Jiang, you wanted to see me?"

Jiang Chen didn't waste any words. He pointed to the huge monitoring wall behind him, which consisted of sixteen screens.

At this moment, the footage displayed on the wall is no longer the village's surveillance video.

Instead, they are colorful stock candlestick charts filled with various data.

The largest screen in the very center displays Pfizer's real-time stock price movement on the NYSE.

Jiang Chen pointed at the red curve that was rising all the way up, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Doesn't Charlie like to use money to pressure people and like to talk about the rules of capitalism?"

"Then let's completely crush him in the capital market, which he's most proud of!"

Following Jiang Chen's finger, Attorney Zhou saw Ruihui Group's terrifying market value of hundreds of billions of dollars, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

He wiped his sweat and spoke cautiously.

"President Jiang, I understand how you feel."

"But... Pfizer is one of the world's top three pharmaceutical giants, a darling of Wall Street, with deep roots and countless capital and financial groups supporting it."

"To short sell in a place like the US stock market, you need more than just a huge amount of capital; you also need a top-notch trading team and accurate intelligence..."

"We...we probably don't have enough to go around..."

Attorney Zhou didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already quite clear.

To wage a financial war against such an international behemoth is tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.

However, Jiang Chen laughed after hearing this.

He didn't argue, but instead opened the drawer of his desk and took out a card.

A mysterious black card, entirely black with no bank logos except for a simple, ancient-looking character "Jiang" engraved in the corner.

This card is the vessel for the one trillion yuan in cash that he received as a reward from the system not long ago after completing the epic quest of "China's First Ancestral Temple"!

"Snapped!"

Jiang Chen casually slapped the black card onto the table in front of Attorney Zhou.

The sound wasn't loud, but it struck Zhou, the lawyer, and all the lawyers behind him like a heavy hammer blow.

"money?"

Jiang Chen's lips curled into a hint of arrogance, as if he looked down upon the world.

"The thing I have in abundance is money!"

"Attorney Zhou, contact the top financial trading team in Hong Kong immediately!"

"Tell them to name their price. I have only one requirement: by tonight, all their core members must be in the meeting room in Jiangjia Village!"

"Food, lodging, and facilities—everything must be provided to the highest standards!"

Attorney Zhou looked at the black card on the table that exuded an ominous aura, swallowed hard, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Mr. Jiang... how much money is in this card?"

Jiang Chen held up one finger.

"not much."

"Just add four zeros after a small goal."

One trillion!

Attorney Zhou's mind went blank with a "buzz".

He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

The young lawyers behind him were so frightened that their legs went weak and they almost knelt down on the spot.

That night.

The heavily guarded airport behind Jiangjia Village.

Three Gulfstream G650 private jets roared to a stop as they landed.

A dozen or so people got off the plane.

These people, men and women, young and old, may not look particularly remarkable, but each of them is a top figure who wields considerable influence in the Asian financial world.

Leading the group was none other than Chen Daozai, who was hailed as the "Stock God of Hong Kong".

They were attracted by Jiang Chen's exorbitant price and the gimmick of "an epic project that could overturn the world's financial landscape".

When these dozen or so top-notch traders, who were used to all sorts of storms, were invited into the conference room in Jiangjia Village that was comparable to the Pentagon's war command center.

When they saw the long string of zeros in Jiang Chen's private account that made their eyes dizzy from counting them.

Even these bigwigs who wield billions of dollars at will were all speechless with astonishment, standing frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

"My God..."

Looking at the terrifying number on the screen, Chen Daozai felt his worldview being completely overturned at that moment.

At 9:30 p.m., the US stock market opened on time.

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense.

All the traders were in position, hundreds of screens lit up simultaneously, and countless data streams were scrolling wildly.

Jiang Chen sat comfortably in the main seat of the genuine leather executive chair, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, like a general about to inspect a vast army.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and lazily issued the first command.

"Don't just stand there."

"Smash it!"

"Short Pfizer like crazy!"

"Let's throw out a hundred billion first and see the impact!"

"Yes, boss!"

Chen Daozai and the others echoed in unison, their voices filled with a morbid fervor and excitement.

next second.

The only sound in the entire conference room was the thunderous clatter of keyboards!

The fingers of all the traders moved so fast it was as if they were phantoms.

Massive amounts of capital, like an ancient beast freed from its shackles, surged into the US stock market through dozens of secret channels, transforming into a devastating financial torrent!

Their goal is singular—the Pfizer Group!

Frenzied sell-off!

A massive sell-off, regardless of cost!

Within just half an hour.

Ruihui Group's stock price chart, which had been rock solid and steadily rising, suddenly suffered an unprecedented vertical blow!

The stock price plummeted from its peak of $60, like a kite with a broken string!

58!

55!

50!

The entire market was a shocking expanse of dismal green!

Panic is spreading throughout Wall Street!

Far across the ocean, in Manhattan, New York.

In the trading room on the top floor of the Ruifeng Group headquarters building, a piercing alarm blared!

All the traders were screaming and yelling like madmen.

"Oh my god! Our betting platform has been attacked!"

"A massive sell order worth tens of billions of dollars has appeared in the F-3 trading channel!"

"It's over! The defenses have collapsed! The stock price has fallen below $50!"

Charlie's boss, the global CEO of Pfizer, an elderly white man with gray hair, watched as the company's market value evaporated by hundreds of billions of dollars in just half an hour. He clutched his already thinning hair and let out a desperate wail.

"This is insane! My God! Which damned Eastern tycoon is targeting us?!"