102: Chapter 102: The audience erupted in uproar; Western pharmaceutical companies' stock prices halved.

Wall Street, New York Stock Exchange.

The air here is usually filled with the stench of money and the burnt aroma of coffee.

But today, what permeates the air is—despair.

On the massive electronic display screen, the K-line chart, which should have been thriving, was now staging a "high-altitude dive" worthy of being recorded in history.

That was the index for the Western pharmaceutical sector.

The very moment Jiang Chen shouted "9.9 for free shipping" in Sweden.

That curve, like an elevator with its cable cut by a single stroke, plummeted straight toward hell without any buffer.

"My God! They've hit the limit down! Everything has hit the limit down!"

A veteran fund manager clutched his chest and collapsed onto the floor, the phone in his hand still beeping with a dial tone.

"Pfizer has plummeted by 40%! Johnson & Johnson has plummeted by 35%! Novartis... Novartis has triggered a circuit breaker!"

"This is a massacre! This is a massacre of the free market!"

In the trading hall, wails rose one after another.

Countless multi-millionaires became debt-ridden in this one minute.

Their proud patent barriers and the "sky-high price drug" moats they meticulously constructed were as fragile as a piece of wet toilet paper in the face of the can of "insecticide" in that young Easterner's hand.

"Why?!" someone roared at the screen, tears and snot streaming down their face: "That's just an environmental purification spray! It's for spraying toilets!"

"Why hasn't the FDA sanctioned him yet? Why isn't anyone stopping this madman?!"

However, no one could answer him. Because just a moment ago, even some famous hedge funds were frantically dumping pharmaceutical stocks and turning to snap up any concept stocks related to Chenxing Technology.

Capital is ruthless. Since the old throne has collapsed, hurry up and lick the new king.

Even if that king is a fisherman who is sitting on a private spaceship eating snacks at an altitude of 10,000 meters at this very moment.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean in the Dragon Country, the internet was as festive as New Year's. Weibo, Douyin, Bilibili—the trending searches on all platforms were dominated by the same man.

[ # God Jiang Brings Goods to Nobel # ] [ # The Gold Content of 9.9 for Free Shipping # ] [ # Western Pharmaceutical Giants Collectively Break Down # ]

The netizens' comments were quite savage:

"I'm dying of laughter! Did you see the expression on the King of Sweden? He must have been thinking: Did I give this medal to the wrong person? Was this awarded to the top salesperson of Pinduoduo?"

"God Jiang: I only came to receive the award to do three things—show off, slap faces, and sell goods!"

"9.9, brothers! The price of a cup of milk tea to buy a life! What more could you want?"

"I just saw foreign news saying people on Wall Street are already heading to the rooftops. I just want to ask, can God Jiang's insecticide cure acrophobia?"

"The person above is too savage... but I like it! This is the face of our Dragon Country!"

"It used to be us begging to buy their medicine, now it's them begging to buy our insecticide. This is what you call—the tide has turned!"

Even quicker-handed masters photoshopped the photo of Jiang Chen holding the worn-out can into the God of Wealth. Horizontal scroll: ["Cures All Diseases"]. Couplets: ["One can of spray pacifies the world, 9.9 settles the universe"].

This image was reposted over 100 million times within just half an hour, becoming a new generation talisman.

Above ten thousand meters, in the stratosphere. The luan niao starship was cruising at three times the speed of sound, as smooth as gliding in one's own living room.

Outside the window was the deep blue-black sky, and beneath was a thick sea of clouds.

Jiang Chen sat in the large aviation seat, holding a bag of freshly opened potato chips, chewing crunchily.

He didn't care at all about the clamor on the ground. Stock prices halved? None of my business. That's the price those vampires deserve to pay.

"Boss, did we... play a bit too big this time?" Academician Chen Shuyin, sitting opposite him, was staring blankly at the golden Nobel medal.

She still felt a sense of unreality, as if everything that had just happened was a hallucination.

"Big?" Jiang Chen licked the seasoning powder off his fingers and said nonchalantly: "Compared to what we have to face next, this little commotion doesn't even amount to a fart."

"Next?" Academician Chen Shuyin was stunned for a moment, keenly catching the trace of gravity in Jiang Chen's tone, "What else is there? Is the Eagle Sauce going to impose sanctions again? Or..."

"Much more serious than that." Jiang Chen pointed to the sky outside the window. To be precise, through that thin layer of atmosphere, pointing to the—Moon, which, although invisible during the day, always hangs above one's head.

"Just a moment ago, the system sent me a detailed monitoring report." Jiang Chen's voice lowered, and his eyes became deep and cold: "That energy source on the Far Side of the Moon is waking up."

"Furthermore, its active frequency has created some kind of... resonance with the 6G satellite we just launched."

Academician Chen Shuyin's hand trembled, and the medal almost fell to the ground. "You mean... we are being watched?"

"That possibility cannot be ruled out." Jiang Chen sighed, "Perhaps our recent movements were too big, waking up the 'neighbor' sleeping next door. Or perhaps... they were waiting for this day all along."

The atmosphere instantly became oppressive. The joy of just winning the Nobel Prize was diluted quite a bit by this layer of unknown haze.

Just then. "Buzz—buzz—" The phone Jiang Chen placed on the table suddenly vibrated again. It wasn't a system alert. It was that special notification sound dedicated to the Wasteland Empress, carrying a bit of a private Nature.

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, and the haze in his heart instantly dispersed by half. "Yo, my Jiang Wanqiu has sent a message."

He picked up his phone, a gentle smile appearing on his face, "She probably saw my live broadcast just now and is coming to celebrate my success. This girl, she's quite well-informed."

Academician Chen Shuyin watched his "lovestruck" expression that changed in an instant and couldn't help but roll her eyes, turning her head toward the window, out of sight, out of mind.

Jiang Chen ignored the female academician's jealousy. He skillfully swiped open the screen and clicked into that familiar dialog box. Sure enough. Jiang Wanqiu's avatar was jumping happily.

[ Jiang Wanqiu: Father God! Father God! ] [ Jiang Wanqiu: Wanqiu just saw your heroic posture at that gathering full of white-bearded old men through cross-dimensional projection! ] [ Jiang Wanqiu: So cool! Especially when you took out that insecticide can, the expressions of those mortals were just too funny! You are the greatest businessman in the universe! ]

Jiang Chen smiled and was about to reply "That is Nature." But the next message stunned him.

[ Jiang Wanqiu: To celebrate Father God once again conducting a dimensional strike on those stupid enemies, Wanqiu has specially prepared a special gift for you! ] [ Jiang Wanqiu: This is not a mecha, nor is it junk, nor is it some tight-fitting suit. ] [ Jiang Wanqiu: This is a... dowry belonging to our era, the most precious, the most core, and the only one you are worthy of owning. ]

"A dowry?" Jiang Chen blinked. This girl, why is she bringing this up again? Didn't we just smooth it over last time?

"What dowry?" Jiang Chen replied with some curiosity, "As long as it's not having you directly teleport over, everything else is fine."

[ Jiang Wanqiu: Hee hee, look! ] On the screen, a huge red envelope with extremely complex patterns popped up. The shape of this red envelope was very strange. It didn't look like a physical object, but rather like a string of... data flow?

Jiang Chen subconsciously extended his finger and clicked on that red envelope. "Ding!" No golden treasures fell out. No strange equipment appeared. Only lines of code that were dazzlingly complex, composed of countless numbers and symbols—or rather, coordinates.

[ Item Name: Gaia Star Region · Undeveloped Resource Star Coordinates (S-778). ] [ Type: Interstellar Asset Warrant. ] [ Description: This is a dead star located on the outer side of the Centaurus spiral arm, about 4.2 light-years from Earth. ]

[ Resource Assessment: ] [ 1. Solid Gold Reserves: Approx. 50 billion tons. ] [ 2. Liquid Helium-3 Ocean (Perfect nuclear fusion fuel): Covers 60% of the surface. ] [ 3. Rare Crystal Veins: S-Class. ] [ 4. No signs of life, no atmosphere, moderate gravity, extremely suitable as—an interstellar outpost. ]

Jiang Chen's hand froze. He stared at the lines of data on the screen that would make any country on Earth go crazy, his eyeballs almost popping out. Breathing, stopped suddenly. Heart, beating wildly.

"This... this is..." Academician Chen Shuyin, who was beside him, noticed his abnormality and leaned over to take a look. Then. "Gah—" This knowledgeable female academician directly fainted.

She grabbed Jiang Chen's arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, her voice sharp as if someone had stepped on her tail: "Helium... Helium-3 ocean?!" "Fifty billion tons of gold?!" "Jiang Chen! This isn't you receiving a red envelope?!" "This is... this is you marrying back half the GDP of the Milky Way Galaxy!!!"