Shenhao System: Nine trillion fell from the sky

Chapter 254
  As soon as these words came out, the surrounding atmosphere instantly became tense. Everyone at the family meeting felt the strong murderous intent emanating from Jin Xishan. His eyes were dark and sharp, like dark clouds covering the moonlight, plunging the entire conference room into darkness. The cold and depressing atmosphere made people feel shuddering.

Jin Xishan is slightly chubby, about fifty years old, and is about five points similar to Jin Junjun. If you don't look at his eyes, just look at his face, he looks like an amiable elder. His face still retains some of the handsomeness of his youth, looking gentle and kind. However, such a person turned out to be one of the leaders of the killer organization.

His identity and status were like a huge black hole, swallowing up all the light around him. His presence makes people feel waves of fear and uneasiness. However, what is even more frightening is the coldness and cunning hidden in his eyes. That kind of look seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, making people unable to hide in front of him.

After the family meeting, Jin Xishan picked up the phone and dialed a number. His tone instantly became gentle and polite, in sharp contrast to the coldness and murderous intent just now.

"Director Wang, my son's matter..." Jin Xishan said, his brows furrowed, just like the ancient mountains and rivers, carrying the weight and pain of the years. His hands were clasped tightly, as if he wanted to condense all his emotions and expectations between them and pour them into these words. His voice was low and powerful, and every word was like spring water gushing from the bottom of his heart, clear but profound, containing his deep love and expectation for his son.

When Director Wang on the other end of the phone heard these words, his voice immediately became respectful and humble, "Director Jin, you are serious. In our place, Young Master Jin's treatment is always the best, please rest assured. Court The matter over there is actually not serious, it's just..." He paused for a moment, words swirling on the tip of his tongue, as if looking for the most suitable wording, "It's just that the pressure of external public opinion is as heavy as a mountain, and we really can't. Dare to make a decision easily. We can only wait until the public opinion calms down a little before we deal with it. During this period, Master Jin may have to endure some grievances."

"I understand, Director Wang." Jin Xishan took a deep breath, as if absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and seemed to be calming his emotions. There is a kind of majesty in his voice, which is an unquestionable power that makes people feel awe, "I know you are a person who can do great things, and I always trust your ability. If you need anything in the future, just ask, I will do my best to satisfy you.”

After saying these words, Jin Xishan slowly put down the phone. There was a kind of solemnity in his movements, as if this simple gesture was full of meaning. He turned and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, facing away from the light of the room, standing alone in the dusk. The twilight at dusk was like a huge picture scroll, embedding his figure deeply in it, stretching it very long. His gaze was deep and distant, as if he could see through everything and people's hearts. It was a lonely and powerful posture, like a king who controlled the huge darkness, standing at the end of the world.

After many hesitations and inner struggles like strong winds and waves, Jinxishan finally made up his mind. He slowly turned on the computer, and the light from the screen was like a cold blade, reflecting his deep face, casting a layer of cold light. His eyes were solemn, like a hunter in the dark night, sharp and steady, ready to step into that mysterious and dangerous world.

That website, known as the dark web, swallows up all the light like a black hole, leaving only deep darkness. In this dark corner, dozens of international killer organizations have gathered. They are like ghosts, under the cover of the Internet, quietly conducting transactions of life and death, silently.

Although Jin Xishan is one of the leaders of the Sky Eye Society and possesses endless power, he chooses to keep a low profile. He knew very well that he was on the cusp of a storm at this moment, and any slight disturbance could cause an uproar. However, as a father, he cannot tolerate his son being bullied. There was a fierce look in his eyes, which was a burning flame, an anger that vowed to burn those who bullied his son to ashes.

He quickly entered an account number, which was his secret weapon, his sharp blade hidden in the darkness. He used the bearer account in the Swiss bank, where his wealth and power were gathered, and he was ready to spend 200 million US dollars to offer a reward for the life of Feng Yihao, who bullied his son. His fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard, which was his anger burning and his determination strengthening.

However, when he clicked to pay, he found that he could not pay. His movements froze, and his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. He hurriedly checked the account, only to find that the funds in the account were missing. His expression suddenly changed, like the calm before the storm, containing endless storms. A cold feeling rose from the soles of his feet and spread throughout his body, and his heart was enveloped by a deep chill.

Was he betrayed? His funds were stolen? Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, each one making his heart palpitate. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his emotions. He knew that the most important thing now was to stay calm. Only in a calm state can he find a solution to the problem and find the person who betrayed him.

Jin Xishan's eyes scanned around the room, his eyes as sharp as a cheetah's, as if looking for some clue. Finally, his eyes fell on the phone. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. His voice was cold and steady, "Check my Swiss bank account. I want to know who has touched my funds." This was his order and his determination.

There was a busy tone on the other end of the phone, as if waiting for an important response. Jin Xishan waited quietly, his face as stiff as a stone sculpture, there was no fluctuation in his eyes, only indifference and determination. After a long time, the call was finally connected, and a deep voice came, "Mr. Jin, your account was transferred to another account an hour ago. We are currently tracing the whereabouts of the funds."

After hearing this, Jin Xishan felt a strong uneasiness in his heart. "I understand, continue to investigate, and notify me immediately if there is any news." He hung up the phone, his face even darker. At this moment, he realized that this incident might be more complicated than he imagined.    ·········
  Half a month passed in a hurry, and in the Bund villa in Shanghai, the dull and oppressive atmosphere was as heavy as dark clouds. In the heart of this prosperous city, Jin Junjun, the president of the Jin Group who was once envied by countless people, is now sitting alone in a luxurious living room, facing the wide floor-to-ceiling windows. The bright night view of the magical city outside the window reflects his inner thoughts at the moment. A dazzling contrast formed.

His eyes revealed deep anxiety and irritability, as if there was a haze hanging over his heart. Originally, he was the heir to the famous Kim family, and his name as Young Master Jin in the Magic City was shining brightly in the circle of the rich second generation. But fate is like playing tricks on people. A wave of public opinion attacks pushed him from the peak to the abyss. Netizens mercilessly nicknamed him the "Modu Cannon King". Every time he went out, he could feel the mocking and mocking eyes, like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

The family also issued strict orders to him, like invisible shackles, binding his hands and feet. He lost all his resources and was no longer the heir to the Kim family who could move everything around. Overnight, he became a down-and-out young man who was abandoned by his family and laughed at by the world. He felt endless regret welling up in his heart. He regretted his kindness and regretted letting go of the traitor Qiu Qianqian because of that trace of compassion. The memory of that day is as clear as yesterday. Qiu Qianqian looked at him pleadingly, her voice full of despair. He couldn't bear to torture her anymore, so he relented. However, he never expected that the person he trusted would betray him. She used his resources to attack him crazily, plunging him into endless darkness.

King Group's share price fell like a cliff, from 370 yuan per share to a staggering 150 yuan. But Qiu Qianqian, like a cunning cheetah, took the opportunity to madly acquire shares of Jin Group at a price higher than the market price. All this was like a nightmare to him, making him feel extremely frightened and helpless.

The sound of the clock echoed through the living room, seeming to mock his failure every second. Jin Junjun clenched his fists, his eyes revealing a kind of perseverance and determination. He knew that he could no longer wallow in the pain and regret of the past, and he needed to find a way out to reverse all this.

Kim Group, a towering giant in the business world, actually has little individual value. Over the years, most of the film projects they have invested in have become troublesome and loss-making businesses. This fact is only understood by a few people in the industry. However, one thing cannot be ignored, and that is the cinema resources they have at their disposal, which are richer than ordinary people imagine.

Golden Globe Cinema, the name shines brightly under their banner, like a golden fortress, solid and dazzling. The market coverage rate has reached an astonishing 90%. This number is like a golden spell, shrouding the global film market. The number of Golden Globe theaters has also exceeded the 2,000 mark, spreading to every corner of the world, like golden tentacles, reaching out to every possible audience.

Such influence has naturally attracted celebrities in the entertainment industry to rush for him. No matter how big or small they are, they are like moths to a flame, vying to please Master Jin in the Magic City. Because controlling the theater chain means controlling the flow of capital and having the power to decide the life or death of a movie. In this cruel competition, the success of a film not only depends on the quality of the film itself, but more importantly, the film scheduling rate. As for the Jin family, they hold almost half of the theater resources. One word from them can determine the fate of a movie, and one action from them can trigger a shock in the entire film market.

However, the Kim chaebol’s ambitions do not stop there. Through the holding of Octopus Film and Television Base, they have extended their tentacles to various industries. They are like a giant octopus, extending its tentacles into various seemingly unrelated fields: film and television production, company signings, artist training, public relations teams, theater output, cosmetics, plastic surgery, medical beauty, real estate, self-media, Music platforms, live broadcast platforms, nightclubs, bars, financial loans, etc. These seemingly unrelated industries are cleverly connected together to form a close and complete industrial ecological chain.

When celebrity artists sign a contract with the company, it is like being sucked into a link in this cold and efficient ecological chain. They become the screws in this huge machine, being pushed forward ruthlessly. For those artists who are naturally beautiful and obedient, they will be well trained and turned into dazzling cash cows; while for those artists who are not popular, they will be ruthlessly sent out to trade resources. Even if your conditions are average, it doesn't matter, they will introduce you to plastic surgery, and they can also give you a loan if you don't have money. However, if you are still not popular after plastic surgery, then nightclubs will become your final destination.

This is the ecological industrial chain of the Kim chaebol: complete, ruthless, and efficient. It has deeply penetrated into various industries, like an invisible giant hand, controlling the economic lifeline of the entire society. They trade beauties, exchange resources, get good projects, and then use these projects to make money from women. This seemingly absurd but real business model is the secret to the success of the Kim chaebol.

And sitting in the center of this model is the young master Jin from the Demon City. He is the core of this empire and the king of this cold world. When he was famous, people rushed to flatter him and flatter him.

The situation has changed, and a haze has enveloped Kim's business empire. This once-indestructible empire that has stood tall in the business world for many years has actually encountered an unprecedented storm in recent days. This storm was so violent that it caught people off guard, as if it was going to swallow up the entire Jin family.

Jin's companies, which were listed in the country, suddenly suffered unprecedented suppression. The stock market is like a crazy beast, plummeting continuously, and its brutality is jaw-dropping. In just a few days, ten listed companies lost a total of 300 billion in market value. This is an incredible figure. Companies listed on A-shares also had a bad fate. They fell below the limit for several days in a row, and their market value evaporated by tens of billions in an instant. In such a short period of time, the Kim chaebol's assets evaporated by 350 billion for no apparent reason. This storm not only caused heavy losses to the core enterprises of the Jin family, but also affected all branches of the Jin family. The second uncle, third uncle, fourth aunt, aunt, uncle, and even the businesses of the seven aunts and eight aunts were not spared, and were all involved in this storm of capital suppression.

(End of this chapter)