Upon hearing his manager's words, Song Wenwu did not immediately answer but instead asked,

How's the stock market performing?

Upon hearing this, the manager's expression changed instantly, seamlessly switching from an initial troubled look to a beaming smile.

"Young Master Song, the stock market is doing exceptionally well!"

"Moore Bank's stock price had been soaring, reaching a fivefold increase at its peak in the afternoon,"

"But as soon as General Manager Song Wei made his move, not only did the stock price of Mo's Bank stop rising, but it also fell from its peak of 31 yuan per share to 29.5 yuan per share before trading was suspended!"

Upon hearing this, Song Wenwu's expression softened a little!

After all, Mo Ran did so much just to drive up the stock price of Mo's Bank, so he could execute a classic buy-low-sell-high strategy.

Now that his father has easily brought him back to square one, how could he not be happy?

"So, the ordinary people in Hong Kong are still quite resistant to Mo Ran's identity?"

Upon hearing this, the manager immediately nodded with a resounding affirmation.

"Yes, Young Master Song,"

"Ordinary people in Hong Kong are not only very resistant to Mo Ran's short stature, but after Mo Ran's short stature was exposed, the reputation of the Huo family was also somewhat damaged!"

"After all, ordinary people in Hong Kong now feel immense hatred for that shorty who runs rampant on the island!"

"After all, people who open shops on Hong Kong Island now have to pay not only taxes but also a cleaning fee to those short mules!"

"How could they possibly have any goodwill towards a short mule who takes money from their own pockets!"

Upon hearing this, Song Wenwu immediately picked up a cigarette from the table with a happy expression. He had just put the cigarette in his mouth when…

The manager, who had just been standing opposite Song Wenwu, immediately took out a lighter, came to his side, lit a cigarette for him, and then returned to his original position with a sensible expression!

Song Wenwu glanced at him with a hint of appreciation in his eyes and said,

"In other words, if we publish negative information about Mo Ran in the newspaper, the sales volume in the short term will definitely not decrease because of the reduction in newsstands!"

Upon hearing this, the manager immediately launched into a tirade of flattery.

"What a genius, Young Master Song! In this passive situation, you found such an effective way to increase sales so easily!"

"Stop flattering me," Song Wenwu said, though he couldn't help but smile despite his words of indifference to the manager's flattery.

A moment later, Song Wenwu picked up the landline in front of him and called Song Wei, the general manager of Song's Media and his cousin!

Beep beep beep...

Central, Golden Villa District

Hearing the phone ring in the living room, Ah Ji, with a wicked smile, flicked away the blood-stained tongue from the dagger.

Waaaaah...

Lying on the ground, Song Wei, unable to scream in pain because his tongue had been cut out, could only whimper with a pained and helpless expression on his face…

Seeing this, Aji squatted down with a look of enjoyment, slashing Song Wei's face with the blood-stained blade as he spoke.

Do you know what I'm going to do next?

"Waaaaah..."

Upon seeing Song Wei, he could only let out whimpering sounds with a look of fear on his face, and desperately twist his body to try to get away from Aji, this lunatic!

But……

With his limbs held down by several strong men, how could he move his body so easily?

Song Wei's resistance did not anger Aji; on the contrary, it made Aji's expression of enjoyment even more intense!

"I recently watched a movie,"

"The movie is about a soldier who was shot and, due to a lack of anesthetic, had no choice but to use ice to numb the wound before removing the bullet!"

At this point, Aji gave one of his underlings a look, and the underling, very obediently, went to the refrigerator and took out a whole drawer full of ice cubes.

As soon as the ice was brought over, the henchmen holding down Song Wei's limbs immediately forced Song Wei's hands and feet into the ice!

A sharp, intense pain shot through Song Wei's brain, intensifying his physical struggles!

Unfortunately, the violent struggle did not allow Song Wei to escape the trap; on the contrary, the increased heart rate caused even more blood to gush from his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick,"

A few minutes later, after Song Wei lost consciousness due to the cold of the ice, Aji used extremely fast technique to sever his tendons in his hands and feet!

After doing all this, Ah Ji looked at Song Wei, whose face was ashen, and spoke softly again.

"Don't worry, you won't die!"

After Ah-Ji finished speaking, he gave his younger brother a look!

The younger brother immediately picked up the phone and dialed the ambulance number.

"Golden Goblet Villa, third row, fourth building, someone is bleeding heavily, quickly send an ambulance!"

Upon hearing this voice, Song Wei's face, which had just been ashen, revealed a hint of desperation!

But what he didn't see was that the moment the look of survival appeared on his face, a hint of cruelty immediately appeared in Ah Ji's expression of enjoyment!

Swish swish swish...

Aji slashed Song Wei's face with a knife, instantly blinding him. After putting away the dagger, he picked up the chopsticks on the ground, carefully controlled the force, and stuck them into Song Wei's ear!

After doing all this, Aji stood up and looked at Song Wei's family members in the living room, whose faces were filled with fear.

He then said to his underlings with a blank expression,

"Do you know what to do?"

Upon hearing this, the younger brother immediately pulled the trigger on the pistol he had pointed at their heads without hesitation!

Just as Aji and his group finished doing all this and were leaving, Song Wenwu, who had called three times without anyone answering,

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