Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

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The cost of flying a plane with a capacity of three to four hundred people from Huaxia to the Ous Kingdom, including fuel, depreciation, aircraft personnel, etc., was about one million yuan. With more than two hundred planes, if you calculated it forcibly, the daily cost would exceed fifty million.

Even if Fang Jueyu was the world's richest man, a daily expenditure of fifty million was terrifying, wasn't it? Did he not do anything else? Did he not spend money elsewhere?

But what did they know? The world's energy was controlled by the Fang Family, and that fuel basically cost nothing. As for other expenses together, fifteen million was pretty good.

Within that large operational team, even with a $500 billion working capital, Fang Jueyu's daily net profit amounted to tens of millions of US Dollars; a mere $20 million didn't even count for one-tenth of his daily income.

It wasn't that those people didn't have vision; they simply couldn't imagine how wealthy Fang Jueyu really was. So what if these more than two hundred planes operated for a year? Ten years, even?

And those eighty thousand employees? Each one an elite. How long could the government of the Ous Kingdom sustain such a large subsidy long-term? Fang Jueyu alone could contend with a nation, and with ease!

Snat never imagined his opponent was someone who didn't regard money as money. How could they fight such an economic war? What would the Ous Kingdom use to win?

Those countries supporting them saw one market collapse after another, and within a few years, national economies would stagnate or even decline. As for the United States, the whole nation couldn't even find paper to wipe with, and now they were wracking their brains on what to make paper with.

Under everyone's attention, the opening of the third day finally arrived. After plundering the foreign exchange markets of seven countries, Fang Jueyu held $3 trillion in liquidity. Meanwhile, the Ous Kingdom didn't even have one trillion left. What did they have to resist?

"I originally thought they were a worthy opponent who could hold on a little longer. It seems being invincible is still too lonely." Fang Jueyu sighed with a charitable look on his face, "Wipe them out in one go, and we can have a good New Year."

As the foreign exchange market opened, funds surged in like a tidal wave, with short-sellers popping up non-stop, like little monsters in an online game.

"Stay strong, hold on! The Finance Department is trying to work something out. We must get through today!"

"Smack!" Finally, a few traders couldn't help but throw down their equipment.

"How to hold on? With what? Your head? You politicians only cause trouble every day, and in the end, we're the ones to clean it up. The rise of Huaxia has been unstoppable for a long time. Why did you seek trouble with Huaxia?"

"No kidding. Do you know how much capital they have? Three times! Three times ours! Part of ours is tied up in the foreign exchange market, and we can't even raise our heads. What to fight with?"

The official was dumbfounded for a moment. He hadn't expected these traders to directly contradict them. Were they quitting?

"Smack!" He slammed the table hard, "Is this the way you talk? I'm telling you, if the forex market doesn't stabilize today, you'll all be unemployed!"

"Boom!" A massive hand pressed the official's head against the screen, "Open your eyes wide and see clearly. How much money do these Huaxia people have? Over three trillion. How much do we have? Eight hundred billion. Once they keep shorting, if we don't have any funds left to increase margin, we'll soon be forced to liquidate, and all foreign exchange will be lost to death—do you understand?"

"You dare lay a hand on me! You're fired!" The official said angrily.

"Unemployed is fine. Do you think we're so attached to this job?" The trader tossed aside his things, "Not knowing who you're facing, unable to come up with sufficient funds—no matter who you bring, it's useless!"

"Yeah, to be honest, several consortiums have already come to poach us, offering prices ten times higher. I quit. Whoever wants to do it can do it!"

A group of traders dare goodbye and left their jobs. With their experience and skills, they could thrive anywhere; why put up with this crap here?

"Master, their resistance has weakened. It seems they're starting to give up."

"Is that so?" Fang Jueyu calmly picked up a cup of fragrant tea and took a sip. "Alright, enough playing. Prepare for the final blow, force all their remaining account positions to liquidate, and make as much as possible!"

"Yes, Master!"

The pace of Fang Jueyu's team's attacks suddenly seemed to slow down a bit, but everyone knew they were building up momentum for the final assault.

"Launch the main attack at three P.M.!" The team leader ordered.

Time ticked by second by second. The moment three o'clock hit, hundreds of orders suddenly appeared out of thin air. All of the funds of the Ous Kingdom had been used to balance the previous assault, and they truly didn't have a cent left.

Finally, the colossal foreign exchange market of the Ous Kingdom collapsed with a loud crash. Over half the accounts were forcefully liquidated in an instant. Their last remaining bit of power barely protected below one hundred billion in foreign exchange. As for the rest, it all ended up in Fang Jueyu's hands!

"Master, it's over!" The Chief began to report to Fang Jueyu, "This time we've gained a total of $3.35 trillion. The exchange rate of Ous Kingdom's currency is now worthless. Without new capital injections to stabilize the market, their economy will be doomed for the next ten to twenty years!"

"Very well, split that spare $50 billion among yourselves and go enjoy the New Year holiday. Have a good rest!"

"Thank you, Master!" The voice across instantly became extremely excited. $50 billion split among even ten thousand people still meant millions for each!

On the morning of the fourth day of the New Year, Wang Cong suddenly received a transfer of $12 billion in his account. He froze for a moment, then burst into joy. He had scraped together five billion for Fang Jueyu, and it had doubled in just two short days. Was there any more lucrative business in the world?

Not just Wang Cong, but Ma Teng, Hilton, and others also received massive funds transferred to them. Ma Teng's $9.5 billion directly became over 200 billion!

"Mr. Fang, how much did you make this time?"

"Take a guess," Fang Jueyu said mysteriously.

"Five hundred billion?"

"Too little. Just the Ous Kingdom's own US Dollar forex was over $1.4 trillion, and don't forget there were eleven other countries!"

"Well... a trillion?"

"I'm telling you, more than three trillion!"

"Damn!" Ma Teng drew a sharp breath, rarely letting out an expletive.

"Hahaha, with so much money made, I have to give you shareholders some dividends, right?" Fang Jueyu jokingly said. Even after deducting those dividends, Fang Jueyu still earned over $2 trillion in funds.

"That's not dividends, you bastard; that's loot sharing!" Ma Teng began to worry about the Ous Kingdom.

Why did this country have to provoke Huaxia of all countries? Why provoke Fang Jueyu, this devil? It truly was a pitiful country.

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