Gangster heir? Please call me a legitimate entrepreneur.

The temporary trading room on the 18th floor of Sihai Building was not lit.

Six 34-inch curved monitors were arranged to form a wall, their pale blue fluorescent light shining on Chen Suan's face.

His face was ashen, as if it were covered in flour.

His eyes were sunken, and his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the flickering candlestick chart on the screen.

The black coffee in the uncovered paper cup on the table had long since gone cold.

An unsightly oil film floats on the surface.

Chen Suan reached out and grabbed the paper cup, without even looking at it, tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful.

The bitter, sour liquid slid down his throat, causing him to let out a loud burp.

"Old Chen."

Zhou Ming slipped along the wall, his leather shoes brushing against the anti-static carpet.

He was holding a disposable paper cup in his hand, which was half-filled with warm water, the surface of which was sloshing.

"Um... really, we don't need to ask the bureau... uh, ask Director Su again?"

Zhou Ming lowered his voice, his Adam's apple bobbing twice as it hit his neck.

His mind is now filled with the director's roar on the phone last night.

Keep a close eye on money laundering accounts!

But judging from Chen's actions, it's hardly money laundering.

The computer screen was filled with densely packed English trading interfaces, which even a cyber police officer like him couldn't understand!

"What a load of crap."

Chen Suan didn't even blink, his ten fingers pounding away on the mechanical keyboard with a rapid clicking sound.

"That old bastard Qian Donglai is using a 300 million yuan bridge loan to strangle us."

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, which had slipped down to the bridge of his nose.

The market opened at 9:30 this morning.

Chen Suan forced a dry, cold smile, revealing his teeth stained yellow with coffee.

"I'll show him how the knife of Wall Street cuts flesh."

On the leather sofa next to it.

Lei Hu lay sprawled out on his back, a crumpled towel on his bald head.

He had one leg dangling on the coffee table, his trousers rolled up to his knee, and he was picking his back teeth with a toothpick.

"Old Chen, you've been typing away on the keyboard all night, are you sure you can make some money?"

Lei Hu spat the toothpick into the trash can and scratched his belly with his rough hand.

"I think we should forget about it. Give me two hundred brothers, and each of them will have a steel pipe."

He sat up straight, and the chair springs creaked painfully.

"Half an hour! I'll pry open the door to Qian Donglai's underground vault for you! Physical accounting is so much easier!"

"shut your mouth."

Chen Suan didn't even turn his head, his voice filled with an impatient and cold tone.

"Looting and vandalism are things savages do."

He slammed his finger down on the Enter key.

"Sihai Group has more than a dozen legal trust entities overseas, holding US$20 million in option quotas."

Chen Suan pointed to the leftmost screen.

"I have already pledged all of my credit line through three foreign securities firms."

"Three real estate stocks heavily invested in by the guarantee companies that raised funds from Donglai."

Zhou Ming, listening nearby, kept swallowing hard, and the edge of the paper cup in his hand was crushed.

"Securities lending? It means borrowing shares to sell?"

He stammered as he asked, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

"That must incur hefty fees, right? What if the price goes up...?"

"rise?"

Chen Suan turned his head and looked at Zhou Ming as if he were a fool.

His gaze was as sharp as a blade, sending chills down Zhou Ming's spine.

"Qian Donglai's capital pool is entirely supported by high-interest deposits from private investors, with a leverage ratio of 2%. The leverage has been increased to more than ten times."

Chen Suan snorted coldly and stared at the screen again.

"He dared to bleed us 300 million yuan; his cash flow has long since dried up."

It's 9:25.

He glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the screen, his finger hovering over the keyboard.

"Get ready to dump the shares."

Jin Ding Teahouse, South District, Longhai City.

The private room was filled with cheap sandalwood incense mixed with a strong Cuban cigar smell that stung the eyes.

Qian Donglai nestled in a rosewood armchair, his dark red Tang suit stretched taut by the fat on his stomach.

He was twirling two patina-covered walnuts in his hand, making a "crackling" sound.

"Mr. Qian."

A henchman wearing a thick gold chain pushed open the door and bowed as he approached.

With a red carpet beneath their feet, they dared not make a loud noise.

"The rent for those shops on South Street has been collected."

The younger brother took a bulging brown paper envelope from his pocket and placed it next to the tea tray.

"No movement from the Sihai Group. Not even a car has come out of the building."

Qian Donglai stopped eating the walnuts and rolled his eyelids upwards.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten, yellowed teeth, and let out a cold laugh.

"No movement? They're probably scared out of their wits."

He grabbed a cigar from the table and took a big puff.

The bluish-gray smoke billowed into the air and slowly dissipated.

"If the 300 million yuan bridging loan shortfall isn't filled before the banks close this afternoon..."

Qian Donglai tapped the table with the fingers holding the cigar.

"I took the IOU to court and applied for the preservation of the land deed for his Sihai Building!"

He puffed out his belly, his face contorted with fat.

"That little brat Su Ye thinks he can become a big boss just by hiring a few college students to deliver food?"

"In Longhai City, when it comes to gambling, I'm the boss!"

The younger brother quickly followed suit with a forced smile and nodded repeatedly.

"That's right! Mr. Qian, your move to cut off their supply lines is absolutely brilliant!"

He picked up the purple clay teapot and fawned over Qian Donglai, refilling his teacup.

"Once Sihai goes bankrupt, we can buy back their electric bikes, modify them, and sell them secondhand."

They were having a good time.

The door to the private room was suddenly kicked open with a "bang".

The door panel hit the wall, and several pieces of white plaster fell off.

A henchman in a floral shirt tumbled in, tripped on the threshold, and fell face-first to the coffee table.

His chin hit the edge of the hardwood, and he winced and gasped in pain.

"Money, Mr. Money! Something's happened!"

The henchman, ignoring his chin, scrambled to his feet, grabbing the edge of the table.

"What's all the fuss about! It's like seeing a ghost!"

Qian Donglai frowned, and almost dropped the walnut in his hand.

"No, it's not a ghost!"

The henchman swallowed hard, his lips trembling violently.

"It's stocks! Those three real estate stocks that our guarantee company holds!"

He pointed outside the door, his voice cracking.

"The market just opened... and they dumped tens of thousands of lots of shares on it!"

"That green line... it's plummeting straight down! It's almost at the daily limit down!"

Qian Donglai was stunned.

The cigar in his hand trembled, and a long piece of ash fell onto the expensive rosewood table.

"Limit down?"

He grabbed the henchman's floral shirt collar and pulled so hard the guy's eyes rolled back.

"I've invested 500 million to prop up the price! Who the hell dares to dump my shares?!"

"N-I don't know..."

The henchman was panting heavily, his hands tugging at Qian Donglai's fat hands.

"It looks like a foreign institutional investor's order. The order was huge; our buy order was snapped up instantly!"

Qian Donglai pushed him away.

His obese body sprang up from the armchair, knocking over the teacup beside him.

The tea spilled all over the table.

"Buy more! Throw the money in!"

He yelled at the top of his lungs, spittle flying everywhere.

"If the price falls below the liquidation line, all our assets pledged to the bank will be liquidated! We need to get more money quickly!"

The henchman was on the verge of tears, his legs trembling.

"Mr. Money... I'm out of money!"

"All the cash flow in our accounts is being used to lend to those small loans."

He sniffled, "I was really hoping to get those 300 million from Sihai today to tide me over!"

Qian Donglai's vision went black, and his mind went blank.

He felt as if his heart had been squeezed hard.

His legs buckled, and he slumped back into the armchair, which groaned in pain at the weight of the broken chair.

Sihai Building, trading room.

Chen Suan lifted his fingers off the keyboard and leaned heavily against the back of his chair.

He picked up the cup of cold coffee and drank it all in one gulp.

"Bang."

The paper cup was crushed and thrown into the trash can.

"The liquidation line has been broken."

Chen Suan pushed up his glasses, revealing a hunter's cruel glint behind the lenses.

He stared at the green candlestick chart plummeting across the screen.

"Manager Zhou."

He called out without turning his head.

Zhou Ming was so startled that he almost dropped the paper cup in his hand.

"Huh? Yes, I'm here."

Go get a glass of hot water.

Chen Suan let out a long breath and crossed his fingers in front of his chest.

"Qian Donglai has been liquidated. The bank has initiated forced liquidation proceedings."

A mocking sneer curled at the corner of his lips.

"In less than half an hour, his guarantee companies will become a pile of bad debts."

Lei Hu jumped up from the sofa, his bald head shining even brighter.

"It exploded? It just exploded?"

He leaned closer to the screen, staring intently at the green line with wide, bull-like eyes, and scratched his chin.

"Old Chen, you just typed a few keys and that old bastard's 1.5 billion disappeared?"

Lei Hu gasped, and the way he looked at Chen Suan changed.

"Damn it, I'll never call you a fussy, four-eyed guy again. Your hands are more deadly than if I were wielding a knife!"

Zhou Ming walked over with a cup of hot water, his hands trembling.

The water sloshed around, almost spilling over the rim of the cup.

He stared at the frantically jumping English numbers on the screen; the back of his shirt was already soaked with sweat.

This is a brutal crackdown on legitimate financial derivatives!

We can't even find an excuse to call the police!

The bureau chief also tasked him with overseeing money laundering shady accounts.

Su Ye doesn't need to launder money at all; he uses legitimate Wall Street tools to drain his opponents dry!

"Director Chen."

Zhou Ming placed the water glass on the table, his voice trembling.

"If Qian Donglai runs out of money, what will we do about the 300 million we owe him?"

Chen Suan picked up the hot water and warmed his icy hands.

"The IOU is in the name of his guarantee company."

He turned his head and looked at Zhou Ming, his eyes revealing an undeniable mockery.

"His company is now on the verge of bankruptcy, and that debt is a non-performing asset."

Chen Suan tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"The Ministry of Justice is ready."

"Lin Dai and her people, using the shell of our offshore company, are going to the court to apply for a low-price acquisition of his non-performing asset portfolio."

Zhou Ming opened his mouth wide, feeling as if he couldn't breathe.

Buying your own IOUs at a low price?

Is this even possible?!

The door hinge made a soft click.

Su Ye pushed open the door and walked in.

He was wearing that dark cashmere coat and holding a silver thermos in his hand.

He strolled leisurely to the trading table.

"Brother Su!" Lei Hu quickly stood up straight.

Su Ye ignored him and glanced down at the market data on the screen.

He unscrewed the thermos and slowly blew on the steam.

"Old Chen, how's the progress?"

Su Ye took a sip of water, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Chen Suan stood up and handed over a newly printed asset transfer document.

"President Su, Qian Donglai's cash pool has dried up."

He pushed up his glasses, his tone revealing barely suppressed excitement.

"One-tenth of the original price. We can take over all the debts he holds for only thirty million."

Su Ye took the paper, his hand trembling slightly.

The paper made a crisp, rustling sound.

He looked down at the ruling document bearing the court's red seal, and a gentle smile slowly spread across his lips.

"Thirty million to buy a three-hundred-million-dollar bill."

Su Ye raised his head, a cold, sharp glint appearing behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Boss Qian is really generous with this deal."

He turned around, the hem of his coat swirling in the air.

"Let's go. Lei Hu, call the brothers."

Su Ye took the thermos and walked towards the door.

"Boss Qian is about to jump off a building. Let's go read him the Bankruptcy Law and send him off on his final journey."