After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

With the arrival of that mysterious sum of money marked "meeting gift".

The white intraday chart line, which had been languishing lifelessly in the green zone, suddenly surged.

垂直。

90 degrees.

There was no shock.

There was no probing.

Simple and straightforward.

The transaction section on the right side of the screen has gone mad.

Hundreds of small orders have disappeared.

All the receipts were large red bills with four or five digits in them.

The red numbers flooded the screen, instantly drowning out all the green sell orders above.

The entire screen is red.

"Where the hell did this money come from?!"

Zhao Li's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he gripped the corner of the table tightly.

"At times like this..."

Who dares to go on a shopping spree now?!

"I told you, this is my rule."

Zhou Ran stood under the spotlight.

The voice wasn't loud, but the buzzing of the electricity seemed to penetrate everyone's eardrums.

There is no pressure on my plate.

Only fuel.

The words had barely left his lips.

The stock price broke through yesterday's closing price.

Turning red.

There wasn't even time for gasps of surprise to be heard in the hall.

That white line, carrying hundreds of millions of yuan, recklessly crashed into the daily limit up.

+ 3 %

+ 6 %

+ 9 %

Zhao Li's face turned deathly pale.

The expensive custom-made shirt was soaked through and clung tightly to my back.

His lips trembled as he tried to bolster his courage with those theories.

"It can't be sealed off!"

Retail investors will run away...

The Song family's secret warehouse is still being smashed...

"Smash?"

Zhou Ran chuckled.

Those purplish-gold demonic eyes were full of mockery.

With his back to the large screen and facing Zhao Li, who was deathly pale, he held up three fingers.

"three."

Zhao Li was taken aback, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"two."

Zhou Ran withdrew one finger.

In the vast trading hall, with hundreds of people, even the sound of breathing seemed to have stopped.

"one."

Clench your fist.

Ding~!

A crisp notification sound.

The number on the big screen was frozen at a bright red 15.95 yuan.

It hit the daily limit up.

Buy one order: 1800 million shares.

It was a red wall, welded to the limit-up price chart.

It shut out all short sellers, all skeptics, and all economic principles.

To trap a dog by closing the door.

"It's...completely sealed off?!"

An old stock investor's thermos clattered as it hit the back of his foot.

He was completely unaware that his finger, which was pointing at the screen, was trembling violently.

"Earth-to-sky floor!"

In my lifetime, I've actually seen a floor plan!

Zhao Li collapsed to the ground, completely limp.

Candlestick chart?

Wave Theory?

In the face of absolute monetary power, these things are nothing but waste paper.

"That's not scientific!"

This doesn't make sense...

His eyes were vacant, and he was muttering to himself.

Zhou Ran walked to the edge of the stage, looking down from above.

The way he looked at me was like looking at an ant that had been run over by a car wheel.

"logic?"

Zhou Ran was too lazy to even bend down, so he casually took the wet wipe Chen Ya handed him and wiped his fingers.

"Logic is a joke in the face of absolute power."

"Go back and tell the Song family."

Zhou Ran crumpled the wet wipe into a ball and casually flicked it onto Zhao Li's swollen face.

"This is just the beginning."

"Before the market opens tomorrow, I want the Song family to have no place to stand in Jiangcheng's financial circle."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Meteor in stride.

Behind me, flashes went off wildly, and the sound of camera shutters clicked incessantly.

Those reporters who were initially prepared to see a joke now felt their knees go weak at the sight of that figure.

Only reverence.

In the corner, Chen Ya leaned against the wall.

She looked at the arrogant man, her legs involuntarily pressing together.

too strong.

Whether on the chessboard or on the battlefield.

This man was born to be admired.

......

The top floor of the Xiao Group building, the chairman's office.

This place was once Xiao Zhenguo's power center; now, it has become Zhou Ran's command post.

The heavy soundproof door shut out the commotion outside.

Chen Ya kicked off her high heels and stepped barefoot onto the wool carpet.

She sat cross-legged in the large boss's chair.

Her originally exquisite makeup and hair were somewhat messy, revealing a wildness that came from just having won a battle.

"happy!"

She tossed the tablet onto the table, grabbed a bottle of Evian water, and chugged it down.

Water droplets slid down her slender neck and disappeared into her deep cleavage.

"The Song family went bankrupt; not even a bone fragment remained."

Chen Ya stared at the red numbers flashing on the screen, her greed undisguised.

"Jinghong Construction's funds were frozen, and its offshore margin was forcibly liquidated."

In those last ten minutes, we tore at least 20 billion pieces of flesh and blood from their bodies.

"Two...two hundred billion?"

Fatty Wang's hands were trembling as he held the calculator, and he swallowed hard.

At this point, thanks to Fudo Myoo's ability to grow stronger the more he was beaten, he was already full of energy.

"Goodness..."

How many gym memberships would that take?

"Ran-ge, we've struck it rich!"

Zhou Ran sat on the sofa, toying with the storage ring he had taken from Li Cangtian's corpse.

He wasn't as excited as Chen Ya.

For him, money is merely a form of resource.

Whether it's 20 billion or 200 billion, it doesn't matter.

If it cannot be transformed into cultivation, or into a weapon to kill, then it is just a pile of waste paper.

Don't be too happy yet.

"The money came in, but it's dead money."

The real skill lies in holding on.

"Why couldn't you hold it?"

Chen Ya jumped off the chair and pounced on Zhou Ran's side.

She placed her hands naturally on his shoulders, pressing down with her fingertips.

"The Song family is now like a tiger with its teeth pulled. We're determined to take Jiangcheng as our prize."

"That money."

Zhou Ran raised his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his purple-gold pupils.

"That Swiss bank fund that suddenly rushed in when the price was finally locked at the limit up."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ya paused, her expression turning serious.

"The details cannot be found out."

She frowned.

"Deeply hidden, with a triple offshore architecture."

"I guess they're from the capital."

Zhou Ran's lips curled into a cold smile.

"but……"

Chen Ya hesitated.

"The other party does not seem to have any malicious intent."

After the price hit the limit up, the funds did not withdraw; instead, they were locked in.

"They look like... friendly forces?"

"Friendly forces?"

Zhou Ran stopped what he was doing.

In the capital market, where are the friends, only interests matter?

Either they have grand ambitions, or they have ulterior motives.

"Ignore it."

Zhou Ran made a decision.

"Since they're willing to be sedan chair carriers, let them carry it."

As long as they don't steal our chips, let them be.

But if they dare to reach out…”

He clenched his fist tightly.

Boom!

A crisp sound rang out in the air.

The magical storage ring, made of solid material, was deformed by the sheer power of his physical body.

Fatty Wang's eyelids twitched violently as he read this.

This is a magical artifact!

Just how monstrous is the boss's physical strength now?

"The focus now is on digestion."

Zhou Ran stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the city below.

In his eyes, this city had no neon lights, only intersecting streaks of red and black fortune.

"Besides Jinghong Construction, the Song family has many other businesses in Jiangcheng that are not publicly known."

Nightclubs, underground casinos, smuggling docks...

These are the very blood vessels that supply the Song family with sustenance.

His voice was chilling and tinged with the stench of blood.

"These things, though dirty, are very nutritious."

"Chen Ya, three days."

Zhou Ran looked at the building in the distance that belonged to the Song family; it was another landmark in Jiangcheng.

"I want you to clean up all these industries."

"Cleaning?"

Chen Ya walked behind him, hugged his waist from behind, pressed her cheek against his broad back, and felt his vigorous heartbeat.

"How do you wash it?"

Zhou Ran's reflection was on the glass, his purple eyes eerily bright.

"If you're obedient, you'll be recruited as my dog."

"Disobedient."

"Destroyed."