156: Chapter 157 "Clean Money" from the Virgin Islands!

In domestic capital games, the flow of funds is never an absolute secret.

If it is domestic financial circulation.

Young Master Su Chi, relying on the multinational consortium and his deeply entrenched network of connections here.

Coupled with high intelligence fees.

Wanting to trace the underlying chain of a sum of funds is nothing more than making a few calls to acquaintances and knocking on a few hidden doors.

But this time.

His intelligence network, which he prided himself on and which had always been effective.

However, when it touched Shen Du's violent cash flow, it slammed into an absolute dead end called "offshore finance."

Once the chain of funds crosses national borders.

Especially after being completely integrated into the bottomless financial system of the United States.

Even with Young Master Su Chi's ability to reach the heavens, he couldn't investigate even half an inch further.

This belongs to the most cruel and arrogant underlying rules on the other side of the ocean.

The "original sin" immunity of the US dollar.

In the eyes of those offshore tax havens in the United States and top-level financial regulatory agencies.

They simply do not care where the original source of a monstrous amount of wealth is.

Nor do they care whose pocket it ultimately ends up in.

In this system, as long as this money has paid the high taxes in full during the circulation process.

As long as its circulation procedure is legally impeccable, it is "clean money" absolutely protected by federal law.

And Shen Du has perfectly utilized this set of offshore exemption rules.

He did not need to come forward himself to break down that massive fortune from across the ocean into smaller parts.

Through countless offshore shell companies registered in tax havens.

Using Hong Kong, this world-class super financial springboard, as the final transit point for this money.

Ultimately, these two billion dollars in pure cash, like ghosts walking in the deep web.

Silently, smoothly, and completely legally crossed all regulatory red lines.

Continuously transported back to the domestic commercial market, turning into the sharpest knife stabbing at the heart of foreign capital!

In late April, inside the study of a high-end villa in Yanjing.

All investigation materials regarding the recent capital flow of Jiyuan Technology.

Were piled into a small, oppressive mountain, heavily placed on Young Master Su Chi's expensive rosewood desk.

Young Master Su Chi stared fixedly at the thick summary conclusion on the top.

Only feeling a suffocating chill, spreading through his retinas and instantly over his whole body.

The report clearly showed.

The two billion dollars in overseas funds that recently poured frantically into the Jiyuan Technology market through Hong Kong.

Its source had been completely severed from its physical link by countless layered, deep-web-like labyrinthine offshore shell companies.

Wall Street's intelligence network, which claimed to be omnipresent, was like a clay ox entering the sea after tracing it to the tax havens.

It couldn't even find a clue as to which continent or industrial sector this money flowed from.

Let alone identifying the true mastermind behind the scenes.

At the end of the investigation, the only thing the intelligence team could confirm 100% to Young Master Su Chi was a conclusion that made him feel extremely terrified:

This is "clean money" that is impeccable under international law.

As a trader who has been fighting in the deep waters of capital for many years, Young Master Su Chi knew better than anyone.

In this world, dirty money has its own set of dark, hidden ways of flowing.

Wanting to enter the country is often accompanied by extremely high loss rates and money laundering channels that are constrained everywhere, making it timid to use.

Only legal funds that are absolutely clean in origin, have clear tax records, and can withstand audits by any national-level coercive agency.

Would dare to be like Shen Du.

Throwing money so openly and unscrupulously under the sun into heavy asset projects worth tens of billions!

After reading this top-secret report in his hand, which made people feel deeply powerless.

Young Master Su Chi felt a splitting headache, his brain seemingly being torn apart by the absurd reality.

In Wall Street's financial profiling model, Shen Du's resume was as transparent as a blank sheet of paper.

He was just a local student who hadn't even received his university diploma.

From childhood to adulthood, there was no record of any overseas investment.

Not even a single customs stamp on his passport showing he had ever set foot on the other side of the ocean!

Yet, such a pure local grass-roots person.

How could he possibly be holding a capital pool of a full six billion dollars out of thin air?!

You have to know.

This is an astronomical figure that can easily leverage the lifeline of an entire industry.

It is definitely not loose change that can be casually carried in a pocket and transferred directly through underground banks!

Watching the huge sums of money pouring into the Jiyuan Technology market openly from the names of offshore companies like a tsunami.

Young Master Su Chi's heart developed severe cracks.

The original definition of this business war.

Was that he represented "transnational capital" and was conducting a dimension-reduction strike with no suspense against a domestic start-up enterprise.

But at this moment, Young Master Su Chi had an absurd, even slightly dark-humored illusion.

He wasn't strangling a local enterprise at all.

Instead, he was being crushed by another "mysterious foreign capital" that was hidden deeper and had a larger volume.

Pinned in the domestic quagmire, carrying out a unilateral bloody massacre!

This deadlock where his perception was completely shattered plunged Young Master Su Chi into a frenzy of losing his mind.

He stood up abruptly from the leather boss chair, staring fixedly at Shen Du's asset statement, which was like a bottomless pit.

He gritted his teeth hard.

He grabbed the satellite phone on the desk and dialed the core office of the Wall Street headquarters, far away on the other side of the ocean.

"Immediately use all the headquarters' power in the deep web to help me thoroughly investigate the underlying assets of Jiyuan Technology and Shen Du!"

Young Master Su Chi couldn't care about any business etiquette, his voice hoarse and irritable as he roared into the phone:

"I want to know which gutter all the overseas funds under his name crawled out of?!"

However, after a brief moment of surprise, the Wall Street executive on the other end of the phone gave a cold refusal:

"Su, this is impossible.

You should know how strict the financial privacy laws of the United States are.

Offshore confidentiality agreements are the cornerstone of Wall Street's absorption of global wealth.

We cannot risk touching the scales of the federal government just for your regional business war in Great Xia."

"Impossible?!"

Young Master Su Chi was laughed out of anger by this high-and-mighty bureaucratic buck-passing.

Like a trapped beast driven to a dead end, he threw the most fatal, heart-piercing argument at his headquarters:

"Wall Street is your absolute home field!

Now there is a Chinese person who has never even been to the United States, who has frantically scooped up billions of US dollars from under your noses and from your plates!

And he is now using your money to unscrupulously slaughter our own ecosystem in the Asian battlefield!

Can you f***ing sit by and watch this?!"

Young Master Su Chi's sharp, piercing questioning instantly stung the arrogant nerves of the foreign capital consortium executive on the other end of the phone.

After a suffocating silence lasting more than ten seconds, a heavy sigh finally came from across the ocean, making a helpless compromise:

"Fine, Su.

I promise you, I will activate the headquarters' top intelligence network to dig deep into his background.

But..."

The executive's tone changed, giving Wall Street's cruelest and most realistic bottom-line warning:

"You'd better not hold too much hope.

This matter involves financial privacy, and once the boundary is crossed, it is extremely easy to trigger a serious backlash.

If it turns out in the end that Shen Du's money is legal earnings earned cleanly from the free market.

Then the entire Wall Street will have to bite the bullet and accept defeat.

We have no room for interference, and we are even bound by law to protect his assets."

"But what if it's dirty money?"

Young Master Su Chi gripped the receiver tightly, his knuckles turning pale from excessive force.

"If it's dirty money."

The voice on the other end of the phone revealed a chilling coldness: "Then naturally, the FBI will come to your door directly across borders to finish him off for you!"

"Clap!"

The phone was hung up violently.

Young Master Su Chi stood in the gloomy study.

His bloodshot eyes were now flashing with a scarlet, ferocious light, like a gambler betting his entire fortune.

He absolutely did not believe it.

A young brat with no background who hadn't even acknowledged his ancestors.

Could perfectly control such a massive flow of funds under the noses of this group of capital giants on Wall Street who eat people without spitting out the bones.

"I don't believe it... I absolutely don't believe you have such heaven-reaching ability to silently scoop up such a huge amount of clean money from Wall Street at once!"

Young Master Su Chi slammed his fist heavily on the rosewood tabletop, gritting his teeth as he declared his final trump card:

"Shen Du, as long as I catch even a trace of illegal funding flaws...

You can just wait to face the federal government's lawsuit and sit in prison until you rot!"