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

This financial attack, which came without warning, lasted for three days and three nights.

Inside the command center of Jiangjia Village, the lights were on.

On Jiang Chen's side, Chen Daozai's team of traders had gone completely berserk.

They worked in shifts around the clock, launching a relentless barrage of attacks on Ruifeng Group's stock price.

When I'm sleepy or tired, I just grind the powder from the [Basic Stamina Recovery Pill] provided by Jiang Chen into powder and drink it with water like coffee.

After drinking it, fatigue vanished instantly, energy soared, and fighting power was even stronger than if one had been injected with chicken blood.

And funds, like an endless ocean, are pouring into the market.

One hundred billion, two hundred billion, five hundred billion...

The next day, Jiang Chen didn't even bother to personally give instructions anymore and simply delegated the authority to Chen Daozai.

"Don't try to save me money, do whatever it takes to kill them!"

The entire Wall Street was thrown into panic by this sudden, reckless, and insane attack.

Countless funds and individual investors who followed the trend and went long on Ruihui lost everything in this massacre, leaving behind a scene of devastation.

Everyone wanted to know: who was this mysterious buyer from the East? And what was he planning to do?

However, they will never know the answer.

By the time the US stock market closed on the third day.

Pfizer's stock price has plummeted from $60 three days ago to a dismal $18.

The drop exceeded 70%!

In just three days, its market value evaporated by a staggering $230 billion!

A vast business empire was brought to the brink of bankruptcy by Jiang Chen's unreasonable financial power!

The entire Wall Street was speechless.

Hilton Hotel in the provincial capital.

Charlie's past three days have felt like living in hell.

He stopped eating, drinking, and sleeping, and had lost a lot of weight. His eyes were sunken, and he looked twenty years older.

His private phone had long been bombarded with calls from headquarters.

From the initial angry questioning, to the later terrified pleas for mercy, and finally to the desperate curses.

Just now, the board of directors of Ruifeng Group issued him a final ultimatum.

"Charlie! You good-for-nothing idiot! What kind of devil did you mess with in China?!"

"I don't care what method you use! Kneel down, lick his feet, whatever! Go and get his forgiveness right now!"

"If we can't quell that Asian man's anger within 24 hours, once Ruihui goes bankrupt, the board of directors won't let you off the hook! You and your whole family can expect to be begging in the sewers!"

Charlie completely broke down.

He finally realized that he had not messed with some country bumpkin at all, but a terrifying being who could turn the whole world upside down with money!

Day four, noon.

Under the blazing sun, the asphalt road was so hot it could practically fry an egg.

Beneath the magnificent white marble archway of Jiangjia Village, a strange scene suddenly appeared.

A blond, blue-eyed foreigner was kneeling upright in the middle of the scorching hot road under the blazing sun.

He was wearing an expensive shirt completely soaked with sweat, his hair was disheveled, and his face was deathly pale, making him look extremely disheveled.

Beside him stood a sign made of cardboard.

Above, written in crooked Chinese characters, was a line of humiliating words:

I'm foreign trash, I'm here to apologize.

This person was none other than Charlie, the arrogant president of Pfizer Asia Pacific just a few days ago.

This extraordinary scene immediately attracted countless passing villagers and tourists.

People gathered around, pointing and whispering among themselves.

The vendor selling spicy flowers at the village entrance was quick-witted and immediately took out her phone and started a live stream.

"Family members! Family members! Come and see! It's a wonder of the world!"

Hu Lahua shouted excitedly at her phone screen in her signature loud voice.

"See that guy? That's the foreigner! He drove a whole row of Mercedes-Benzes into our village the other day, acting all high and mighty!"

"How about now? He's still kneeling obediently at the village entrance, admitting his mistake! It's hilarious!"

The chat room exploded with comments, and the number of online viewers skyrocketed.

Charlie felt his face burning with embarrassment as he listened to the undisguised laughter and the clicking of cameras around him, wishing he could disappear into the ground.

But compared to the fear of family bankruptcy and the whole family being homeless, what does this little bit of dignity matter?

Just then, a black Audi A6 drove slowly from outside the village.

It was Jiang Chen who had just finished his business and returned to the village.

As the car passed Charlie, it seemed not to notice a puddle on the side of the road, and the steering wheel veered slightly to the side.

"Splash—!"

A crisp sound.

The muddy water in the half-puddle was kicked up by the car wheel and splashed onto Charlie's once noble face and expensive suit.

In an instant, Charlie turned into a comical mud figure.

However, he didn't even dare to wipe it.

Upon seeing that familiar car, Charlie clung to it like a lifeline, scrambling and crawling to the car window.

With a "plop," he knelt down again, facing the car window, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Uncle Jiang! Ancestor Jiang! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"Please, have mercy and stop your supernatural powers!"

"Our Ruihui Group is on the verge of bankruptcy! If we keep throwing money away, hundreds of thousands of employees will lose their jobs!"

"I kowtowed to you! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Charlie cried and screamed as he slammed his head against the scorching asphalt.

The car window slowly rolled down.

Jiang Chen's young yet indifferent face was revealed.

He glanced coldly at the white elite on the ground, who had lost all dignity, without a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

"Now you know you were wrong?"

"It's too late."

Jiang Chen's tone was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Remember, on the land of China, if you're a dragon, you have to coil up before me; if you're a tiger, you have to lie down before me."

After saying that, Jiang Chen casually gave an instruction to Wang Dagou beside him.

"Da Gou, make him kneel here for another two hours."

"When his time is up, let him get lost."

"Don't let this kind of garbage dirty our village's land."