After an unknown amount of time, the surgery was finally completed. Young Master Du got down, pulled down his pants to take a look, and was very satisfied. He even asked his underlings to give Liu Renjie a 100-yuan red envelope.

I'm very satisfied with the product now, but I need to wait to develop the necessary skills. I need to be patient for half a month before I can take action.

He left with a group of underlings. Recently, the people in Beijing have been cracking down on museum matters, and his father told him to be careful. This time, it's not just a few temporary workers who will be going in.

There might be more people going in.

Young Master Du was also very angry. Zhang Fan hadn't handled things properly and had instead gotten himself into trouble. His father said that they were arranging for a high-ranking person to take the blame, otherwise he himself would have to go in.

My family is telling me to keep a low profile because the anti-gang office is also investigating me, like that Huo Deguang?

What could he do? With such strong connections, did he really think he was like Tiger?

To move yourself?

Whether he can keep his official position is another matter entirely.

If someone makes you unhappy, you can just burn down the anti-gang office.

I just had surgery and can't drink alcohol yet. I have to be patient, or this big thing will be ruined.

Once I'm all better, I'm going to make the whole world scream! This time, I'll have to be patient.

At this moment, Lin Bozhong had already found Lin Bei, who came out completely naked, having somehow managed to find a pair of pants.

All my belongings were stolen, and it's difficult for me to even get home.

Fortunately, Lin Bozhong arrived.

"grandfather..."

Lin Bei cried. Who could have known those people were so despicable, even stealing his underwear.

"You good-for-nothing! I sent you here to take care of the kids, what are you doing?"

Lin Bozhong slapped him across the face.

If we can win over Wang Qingyan, won't everything in the Wang family be ours?

That idiot, he doesn't do anything productive, he's always doing these petty thefts.

What's so fun about this?

What a fool.

"Go back to Wang Qingyan's house and stay away from all this. Have fun, and once you get pregnant, you'll be financially independent. Remember what you're really doing!"

Lin Bozhong slapped him again.

The slap left Lin Bei completely disoriented.

Lin Bei covered his face, realizing he wasn't interested. He still found gambling fascinating, and after years of casual gambling, he was starting to feel a bit out of sorts.

Women, where is more fun than a casino?

Lin Bei is being pulled by Lin Bozhong to go to his house. That grandson of his has no sense of propriety at all.

==

Hong Kong, a city that blends Eastern charm with international style, is dancing gracefully on the world stage with its unique rhythm and cadence.

Wen Wan sat in her office, looking at her computer. She had been carefully selected and dispatched by her boss to this bustling place, shouldering a crucial mission.

Her arrival was not to enjoy the glitz and glamour of the place, but to complete a series of meticulously planned tasks assigned by her boss.

Wenwan's plan began with establishing a seemingly ordinary overseas company.

The company, according to its legal documents, has no direct connection to its owner or his vast business empire, and is like a carefully nurtured seed, waiting for the right moment to sprout.

Subsequently, Wen Wan skillfully completed the company registration procedures in Hong Kong, successfully obtaining the qualification to enter this financial battlefield.

With everything prepared, Wen Wan began to carry out her actions quietly, following her boss's instructions.

Her target was the renowned Shen family in Hong Kong's business world—a listed company with a long history and a vast business empire.

The Shen family's businesses are like a dazzling pearl in Hong Kong, enjoying a high reputation locally and consistently ranking among the top performers in the market.

However, Wen Wan's task was to short-sell the stock of one of the listed companies under the Shen family through a series of meticulously planned operations.

To ensure the smooth progress of the plan, Wen Wan mobilized a large amount of funds, which, like an undercurrent, quietly infiltrated Hong Kong's financial market.

They were spread across multiple accounts to avoid attracting the attention of regulators. At the same time, Wen Wan used complex financial derivatives and trading strategies to gradually build up a huge short position.

All of this was happening quietly without the Shen family's knowledge, like an impending storm that was silently gathering its strength.

At this time, the Shen family was still immersed in their past glory and honor, completely unaware of the impending crisis.

Unbeknownst to them, a financial storm, meticulously planned by Wen Wan, was quietly approaching, poised to deliver an unprecedented blow to this seemingly indestructible business empire.

Those who dare to short sell must not only have a strong financial foundation, but also the ability to predict changes in the Shen family's company in advance.

Otherwise, short selling is dangerous and could wipe you out at any time.

Wenwan was just an executor; she did whatever the boss told her to do.

At this point, Wen Wan appeared more capable, transforming from a naive young girl into a strong, independent woman.

He's still in his probationary period, yet he already has the authority to handle hundreds of millions or even billions of yuan.

Wen Wan's hands were trembling, she was terrified of losing the boss's funds, and she didn't understand why the boss had given her so much authority.

I'm still just a clueless young girl with little experience. Doesn't the boss do an audit? Doesn't he hire a dedicated team?

Should I leave it to myself?

Am I being too confident in myself?

This isn't just a few dollars; it's terrifying to think that someone with a salary of 1,500 yuan could control so much money.

We're currently in the accumulation phase. If even the slightest unexpected event occurs, we wouldn't be able to afford the losses if we sold.

The Shen family home was brightly lit at this time. The old man had gone to the capital and met with many people.

Many high-ranking officials supported the Shen family's investment and offered preferential treatment, while also emphasizing the need to ensure the safety of Shen family members.

At the same time, we will do our utmost to apprehend those involved in the case and give the Shen family a satisfactory explanation.

As for the insurance contract, the case has now been arbitrated by the China Insurance Regulatory Commission, and the bank has received compensation. It is impossible to appeal further. The only option is to negotiate the bankruptcy of the insurance company, and subsequent compensation will not be paid on the grounds of bankruptcy.

The bank may have to pay back the money; otherwise, how could it be called a state-owned bank?

As for other insured clients, forget about them; they don't have such a deep network of connections.

In the end, the Shen family lost less than 1 billion yuan, but they made it back, all from the Mark Six lottery.

It's worth it.

As for publicly issuing lottery tickets in mainland China, that would definitely be rejected. If they did, how would mainland lottery organizations make money?

The Shen family was completely unaware of the impending crisis; they had no idea that someone would dare to raid their home.

Who would have thought that someone would dare to short the Shen family's stock? It was completely unexpected.