105: Chapter 105 Shorting Johnson & Johnson, making a fortune of 50 billion US dollars

In the morning in New York, the Charging Bull statue on Wall Street reflected the cold metallic light in the morning glow, just as it always did.

Thousands of traders flooded into the exchange; the scent of coffee and the craving for money permeated every inch of the air.

But the atmosphere today was a bit strange.

Every screen at GBC TV was scrolling a bold, red teaser.

"At nine o'clock sharp, GBC will publish a medical file capable of destroying a multi-billion dollar empire."

This teaser floated like a ghost across the retinas of every financial elite.

At Titan Center, Chen Yuan sat behind his desk, fingers tapping lightly on the marble surface.

Andrea stood in front of the studio camera, took a deep breath, and adjusted the small microphone on her collar.

"Boss, thirty seconds to countdown." Victor's voice came through the walkie-talkie, trembling uncontrollably.

He held a dozen accounts in his hands, all of which were the "secret stakes" Chen Yuan had laid out long ago.

Inside lay billions in leveraged funds, like a school of sharks with gaping maws.

"Begin," Chen Yuan said in a low voice.

At nine o'clock sharp, every major screen across America was instantly occupied by the same face.

Andrea's expression was cold and stern, her voice crisp, every word like a blade.

"I am Andrea. Today, we expose the festering sore beneath the magnificent exterior of the 'medical giant' Johnson & Johnson Group."

The first document appeared on the screen.

It showed several destroyed villages in the primeval forests of Southeast Asia, along with those deformed children.

"In order to test a new type of immune drug, Johnson & Johnson Group conducted illegal human experiments without filing any reports."

"As a result, the mortality rate reached as high as forty percent."

"This is the list."

As Andrea spoke, internal emails bearing the Johnson & Johnson official seal were made public.

At this moment, the Johnson & Johnson (JNJ) stock ticker on the New York Stock Exchange froze instantly.

Three seconds later.

A long red needle, like a dagger piercing the heart, plunged vertically downward.

"Sell!"

"Damn it, Johnson & Johnson is killing people! Withdraw capital quickly!"

"My God, these are just executioners in white coats!"

The trading floor on Wall Street exploded.

Everyone was selling frantically, regardless of the cost.

And this was merely the appetizer for Chen Yuan's plan.

On the screen in front of Chen Yuan, Red Queen was taking over thousands of high-frequency trading accounts.

"Red Queen, enter swarm-trading mode," Chen Yuan ordered.

"Understood. Executing ten thousand high-frequency short-selling operations per microsecond."

The numbers on the screen began to jump frantically, so fast that they were impossible for the human eye to track.

It was no longer just numbers jumping, but a rhythmic pulse that made one tremble.

One hundred million.

Five hundred million.

One billion.

Chen Yuan watched his wealth value rise exponentially by the second.

The thrill of such plunder was more addictive than any drug.

"Boss, the Johnson & Johnson board of directors has gone mad; they are trying to save the market!" Victor roared.

He watched the massive buy orders flooding in; it was the final struggle of an old-money consortium.

"Save the market?" Chen Yuan sneered.

"Let them try. I want to see if they have enough blood for me to bleed out."

"Red Queen, release the second wave of dirt, targeting their financial fraud and bribery lists."

Almost simultaneously, Andrea brought out a second stack of files in the studio.

They were records of secret financial transactions between Johnson & Johnson executives and certain FDA officials.

Every payment corresponded to a batch of substandard medicine that should have been banned from the market.

"This is the century-old establishment you trusted."

"They don't sell medicine; they only sell lives."

This final straw completely broke the camel's back.

Johnson & Johnson's stock price was in freefall, triggering circuit breaker after circuit breaker.

The entire Wall Street was filled with wails of misery.

Countless Johnson & Johnson shareholders were wiped out in an instant.

But Chen Yuan's wealth harvester was still running at full speed.

"Two billion USD received."

"Five billion USD received."

"Ten billion USD deposited."

Victor stared at the monitor, his eyes nearly popping out, his breathing becoming as heavy as an ox's.

"Boss, we're going to be rich! This is ten thousand times faster than robbing a bank!"

Chen Yuan remained calm as he watched the paper-white face of the Johnson & Johnson CEO on the screen.

The old guy was trying to explain himself to the camera, but was swarmed by angry reporters.

"Explain? Go explain it to the vengeful spirits in hell."

Chen Yuan took a sip of iced whiskey.

He enjoyed the feeling of dismantling an empire with his own hands.

"Red Queen, close the positions."

"Received. This short-selling operation is concluded."

"Calculating net profits."

The number on the screen finally settled on a figure that left the world breathless.

Fifty billion and eight hundred million USD.

And it was all liquid cash that could be withdrawn at any time.

"Fifty billion..." Victor slumped into his chair, as if he had just finished a marathon.

He was drenched in sweat, his whole being in a state of exhaustion-induced euphoria.

"Boss, we are now wealthier than a nation."

"Wealthier than a nation?" Chen Yuan turned his head, his eyes terrifyingly deep.

"Victor, you still underestimate me. My goal has never been money."

Money is just a tool for him to reshape this world.

It is the feed used to nurture those biochemical monsters.

"Andrea did well," Chen Yuan said, looking at the cold, beautiful woman in the studio.

"Tell her I'll take her out for some fresh air tonight."

"Also, prepare a bottle of the most expensive champagne for me."

Chen Yuan stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the chaotic Manhattan.

The once-bustling commercial district was now filled with despair and violence.

Countless people were roaring, weeping, and cursing the greed of Johnson & Johnson.

And he was the reaper, standing on the clouds, watching with cold eyes.

"Boss, look over there," Alice said, walking to his side and pointing at the Johnson & Johnson headquarters building across the way.

That skyscraper, which once symbolized medical hegemony, now looked somewhat desolate.

On the top floor terrace, a figure in an expensive suit was slowly climbing over the railing.

The wind was strong, blowing through his hair.

"That is the chief major shareholder of Johnson & Johnson, Milhouse."

Alice's voice was as calm as if she were reading a newspaper.

"He just lost the entire fortune his family had accumulated over three generations."

Chen Yuan watched the swaying figure on the rooftop, the corners of his mouth curling into an arc.

"It seems the view in New York is best from up high."

He raised the whiskey in his hand and toasted the black shadow from a distance.

"Goodbye, remnant of the old era."

"Bang!"

The black shadow, like a kite with a broken string, plunged headlong into the bustling night under the pull of gravity.

Chen Yuan turned around and said to Alice, "It seems someone has gone ahead to scout hell for us."

Victor was still muttering in the back: "Boss, we've made so much, shouldn't we keep a low profile?"

Chen Yuan didn't even turn his head, pushing open the office door.

"Low profile?"

"In San Verde, those who keep a low profile die in the sewers."

"Since we've arrived in New York, we must make all of America hear our voice."

He walked to the end of the corridor and looked at Andrea, who had just returned from the studio.

The tear mole at the corner of her eye trembled slightly under the light, the afterglow of her excitement.

"Mr. Chen, I did it."

She looked at him, her eyes filled with an unprecedented fanaticism.

Chen Yuan chuckled and reached out, tracing her cold cheek.

"This is just the beginning."

"How does it feel? The feeling of destroying a world?"

Andrea bit her red lip.

"Very thrilling, much more thrilling... than being a righteous reporter."

Chen Yuan laughed and walked away.

"Go get ready; accompany me to meet an old friend tonight."

"Who?"

"An old fox surnamed Rockefeller."

"He just sent me a message, wanting to invite me for a 'home-cooked meal'."

Chen Yuan waved his hand without looking back.