96: Chapter 96 We just got rid of the charlatan, and now another one throwing money around has arrived.

Gu Changan sat in his office chair, holding that chipped thermos, gently blowing away the few goji berries floating on the water's surface.

He had just sent Ye Tianji, who had attempted to borrow the nation's Luck, to the station. It was exactly three in the afternoon, a rare moment of leisure.

The sunlight outside the window was perfect. If one ignored the mountain of documents on his desk, life could be considered quite comfortable.

"Director Gu, the interrogation of Ye Tianji is finished."

Chen Xiaobei pushed the door open, holding a report, his expression somewhat strange. "After that guy woke up, he kept asking if the sewing machines in prison could be exchanged for acceleration cards using Luck, and he also asked if there was some kind of 'Jailbreak Gift Package'."

Gu Changan took a sip of tea without even lifting his eyelids. "Tell him that jailbreak counts as an extended sentence, so he should stop thinking about such nonsense. Also, strip him of those Daoist robes, put him in a prison uniform, and stop him from acting all mystical all day."

"Understood."

Just as Chen Xiaobei turned to leave, the giant surveillance screen on the wall suddenly flashed with red light.

A piercing alarm sound instantly tore through the silence in the office.

The teacup in Gu Changan's hand wobbled slightly, and two drops of tea splashed onto the desk.

He sighed, set down the cup, and his gaze instantly became sharp.

"What is it now? Which set is this from? The Dragon King or the God of War?"

"Neither." Chen Xiaobei tapped rapidly on the Keyboard, pulling up the real-time satellite feed, his expression becoming extremely ugly. "Boss, look here, Donghai City CBD, the traffic paralysis index is off the charts; it's already turned purple-red!"

The screen cut to the feed.

What should have been a bustling, busy section of Donghai City was now like a pot of boiling spicy hotpot.

The eight-lane, two-way road was completely jammed; it wasn't a car accident, but people.

Dense crowds of heads, like zombies, were squeezed into the middle of the road, countless hands frantically reaching toward the sky, pushing, trampling, and roaring.

And in the very center of the crowd, ten heavy dump trucks were parked.

Except, these truck beds weren't filled with dirt or sand, but with bundles of eye-searing, red hundred-yuan bills.

A young man wearing a floral shirt, oversized shorts, and flip-flops was standing on the roof of a modified golden Land Rover, holding a high-power megaphone, laughing uproariously.

As he waved his hand, the beds of the dump trucks behind him slowly rose.

Whoosh—

Red banknotes poured down like a waterfall, dancing all over the sky.

"Grab it! Everyone grab it! This is just my pocket money!"

The young man's voice, amplified by the megaphone, spread throughout the entire district, carrying an air of unbridled arrogance.

"Whoever grabs it, it's theirs! Today, this street belongs to me, Wang Fugui! Let's see who dares to say I have no money!"

In the footage, several traffic police officers on duty tried to maintain order, but they were instantly swept away by the human tide, their hats knocked off.

Even worse, some people, in order to grab a few banknotes fluttering on tree branches, actually climbed directly onto the roadside traffic light poles, swaying precariously.

This was a literal zombie siege, only the bait had changed from human flesh to money.

Gu Changan watched the screen, his brow slowly furrowing into a "river" shape.

"Wang Fugui? Check this person's background."

"Found it." Chen Xiaobei stared at the data stream on the screen, his brow tightly locked. "Original name Wang Duoyu, alias Wang Fugui, twenty-four years old. He used to be a delivery driver, arguing with a customer yesterday over a five-yuan late fee. But his accounts... just an hour ago, suddenly had an uncountable flow of funds."

"Uncountable?" Gu Changan turned to look at Chen Xiaobei.

"Yes, his bank card balance shows as infinite, but we can't find the source of these funds in the central bank's database at all." Chen Xiaobei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "It's as if this money... just appeared out of thin air."

Gu Changan sneered, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk.

"Money out of thin air? That's the job of the mint. Does he have a license to print money?"

"No."

"Then that's counterfeiting currency. Furthermore, such large-scale cash distribution without financial regulatory filing is called malicious inflation and disruption of national financial order."

Gu Changan stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his uniform, and picked up the duty belt hanging on the back of his chair.

"Also, engaging in this kind of 'money-sprinkling' behavior on a main road, causing traffic paralysis and the risk of mass stampedes, is called endangering public safety by dangerous means."

He fastened the buckle of his duty belt, which made a crisp "click" sound.

"Regardless of whether he has a Shenhao System or a spendthrift System, in the eyes of the law, he is a criminal. Notify the Special Task Force, we're moving out."

...

Donghai City CBD, in front of the Gucci flagship store.

Wang Fugui looked at the chaotic scene before him, listening to the [Ding! Spendthrift Value +9999] notification sound constantly ringing in his mind, feeling so good that every pore on his body opened up.

This is it!

Back when he was a delivery driver, anyone could order him around, and even a security guard at the door could give him attitude.

And now?

Watching the people below fighting for food like dogs for money, he felt that all the grievances he had suffered in the past had vanished into thin air.

Having money really allows you to do whatever you want.

"Hey! That shop assistant! I told you to bring out that limited edition pair just now, why are you rolling your eyes?"

Wang Fugui jumped off the roof of the car, kicked aside a few passersby grabbing money who were in his way, and strode arrogantly into the luxury store that had refused to let him in earlier.

The female sales clerk, who had been so arrogant before, was now trembling behind the counter, her face deathly pale.

"I didn't say I wouldn't buy it... Sir, our store policy..."

"Policy? My money is the policy!"

Wang Fugui pulled a stack of banknotes that still smelled of ink from his pocket and slammed it hard into the clerk's face.

Slap!

The banknotes scattered all over the floor.

"Smash it for me! Smash this whole row of cabinets! I'm buying every single shoe here! Smash them to pieces just to hear the sound!"

Wang Fugui pointed at the exquisite glass display cases and roared at the group of "bodyguards" he had hired with money behind him.

"Whoever smashes it the loudest, I'll reward them with one hundred thousand!"

Under heavy rewards, there will be brave men.

Several burly men immediately raised the baseball bats in their hands and swung them hard at the priceless display cases.

Crash!

The sound of shattering glass was crisp and piercing.

Expensive leather shoes and bags were scattered all over the floor, trampled into a pulp.

Wang Fugui stood with his hands on his hips, laughing wildly. "Hahahaha! Satisfying! This is the consequence of offending me! I have plenty of money, I have more money than I could spend in hundreds of lifetimes!"

Customers in the store screamed and ran outside. The store manager grabbed a phone to call the police, but a bodyguard snatched it away and smashed it on the ground.

"Call the police? I'll just pay for it!"

Wang Fugui pulled a gold brick from his pocket and threw it directly onto the floor, smashing a dent into the marble tiles.

"Is that enough? If not, I'll add another one! I don't have anything else, but I have so much money it burns my hands!"

Just as he was preparing to have people tear down the entire store.

Thud-thud-thud-thud—

A huge roar of helicopter rotors suddenly bore down from overhead.

The powerful airflow instantly whipped up the banknotes and broken glass on the ground, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Wang Fugui squinted and looked up, only to see a black police helicopter hovering over the street, the beam of a massive searchlight shining directly onto his face.

"Who is it! How dare you stop me from squandering money? Do you believe I'll buy this helicopter and smash it just to hear the sound?!"

Wang Fugui raised his middle finger to the sky, shouting arrogantly.

However, the response he got wasn't a negotiation expert's call.

Several black rappelling ropes were thrown down from the cabin.

Several fully armed Special Police slid down like black lightning, their tactical boots landing heavily on the banknote-covered street.

Gu Changan landed last.

He ignored the passersby still frantically grabbing money around him and walked straight up to Wang Fugui, stopping less than two meters away.

His crisp uniform looked out of place in the rain of flying banknotes, yet it carried an oppressive aura that could not be ignored.

Wang Fugui was stunned for a moment, then curled his lip in disdain.

"What? Police are a big deal? Isn't it just smashing a store? It's not like I'm not paying for it."