"Fuck, a bunch of damn guys."

"Tell them, those who don't come can get out!"

The office director watched him lose his temper and replied nervously, "Yes, Minister."

"I understand. I'll go and urge them right away."

Gaspard Wenbogo sank down on his chair, rubbed his forehead, and muttered under his breath, "Damn it!"

"Why has the military become like this now?"

"Could it be that the inside has rotted to this extent?"

However.

He didn't know that the situation within the US military was even more serious than he had imagined.

Even some centuries-old families have already infiltrated and are influencing them unconsciously.

...

afternoon.

Located in the Finance Department of Tokyo Miracle Branch.

Yuan Tianfan looked at the traders, who kept tapping on the keyboard, and the trading manager who kept giving instructions.

"Ah Wei, Hitachi is at 38.55, place a sell order for 3,000 lots."

"Acheng, place a sell order for 2,000 lots at 38.45."

"Ah Hui, you are at position 38.40, hang out..."

...

At this time, several people in each group of the Finance Department were responsible for selling one stock, constantly demonstrating their determination to cash out.

Now, as soon as the Tokyo Stock Exchange in the Sakura Country opens, stock prices continue to fall.

Even the Nikkei index has fallen by more than 8 percent and is still falling.

As for other small and medium-sized listed companies, their prices have fallen even more sharply. Now it is not only Miracle Group that is selling, but also the capital from Wall Street and some short-selling institutions have joined in. Retail investors in the market have already started to panic.

"Mr. Yuan, if this continues, we won't be able to get much money out."

"On the contrary, the profits from the stocks I previously held are now being lost."

Yuan Tianfan looked at the secretary next to him and said, "I know, and the boss knows too."

"We just have to follow the form."

"Understood, Mr. Yuan."

"So when did we strike back next?"

"Counterattack?"