"Fourth Uncle! I want to find out the account holder's information, I want to track him down and feed him to the sharks!"
Nangong Meng's eyes were red with anger.
At Nangong Mo's feet, the glass of wine shattered, the crimson liquid flowing like a murder scene.
He coldly curled his lips, a sinister smile flickering in his blue eyes: "What's the use of tracking that small fry? Do you think a mere shrimp can stir the waves in the stock market? The real manipulator is behind the scenes. You're too naive, a hundred million, consider it a lesson learned!"
Nangong Meng's confidence shattered, more miserably than the glass shards on the ground, and she muttered: "The person pulling the strings... who is it?"
What kind of big shot could so easily slap the face of such a genius like her?
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Imperial Capital.
The moonlit night was like water, the evening breeze whispered softly.
