The starting system is awesome. Sorry, I am invincible.

Facing Song Renqian's questioning, Hao Yangmao of the Korean National Intelligence Service looked as if he had eaten shit.

I'm an assassin and a spy, and you're asking me about this? Are you crazy?

Song Renqian put his hands on his hips and cursed a few words.

After a moment, he pointed at the pole and spear and said.

"Send agents from the neighboring country's embassy to bring the person back to me!"

Gao Yangmao nodded, picked up his phone and went to the side to direct the arrangements.

After assigning the tasks, Song Renqian walked up to Jin Xinyue.

"No matter where your wife runs to, I will bring her back!"

After Song Renqian gave the order, he turned to look at Jin Xinyue and said with a fixed gaze.

"There are still fifteen minutes left. I'll give you five minutes to prepare."

"what to prepare?"

"I will give a national speech to give the Korean people a shot of prevention. I will say that the four countries believed the rumors and misjudged the actions of the United States. They did not intend to short sell our country. Short selling is just the private behavior of a certain financial tycoon on Wall Street! Please do not be misled by the fake news released by these financial tycoons, and continue to unite and work hard to fight against the financial tycoons!"

Bang...

Upon hearing this, Jin Xinyue slammed the table.

Jin Xinyue's heavy blow caused everyone in the room to fall silent.

Everyone in the presidential office was looking at the South Korean president and the chief economic secretary of the presidential office, Deputy Prime Minister and Minister of Planning and Finance Song In-kyeon, who was standing in front of him.

In the current Green House in South Korea, who is the top decision-maker and who actually holds power?

Everyone knows it.

But no matter what, Kim Shin-wol is still the nominal president of South Korea.

So, for a moment, everyone didn’t know who to help, who not to help, what to say, and what not to say.

Jin Xinyue spoke to Song Renqian in a low and hoarse voice.

"Song Renqian, are you crazy?! Do you want to push the entire Korean nation into the abyss? The situation is now very clear. The top US officials have personally intervened in the short-selling operation. Without the approval of the top US officials, how dare Wall Street short-sell the Korean nation so wantonly?! This is not a battle of equal strength. You still let them fill the hole, which is to let them die!!!"

Song Renqian came to Jin Xinyue and said viciously.

"If these guys weren't there to fill the gap, the next time the market opens, it won't be long before the circuit breaker breaks again! The circuit breaker can only break twice a day. If it breaks again, market confidence will disappear forever! By then, none of the nine chaebols will survive! My decades of hard work and my dream of becoming president will all be annihilated! Without hope, what's the difference between me and death?! Now I'm just letting these ants pay a small price to help their own chaebols. What loss do you have to bear?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Xinyue's eyes widened in anger.

"A small price? Song Renqian, do you know what you are talking about? Those are human lives!"

"In the Korean country, only the lives of the rich and powerful are real lives! The others are just ants, cattle and horses, born to be stepped on and killed!"

Song Renqian narrowed his eyes and said with a wry smile, "Jin Xinyue, don't act like you are so noble. You can sell out your country for your wife. I have to sacrifice some people for my future, so what? You and I are both working hard for what we want! I didn't say that what you did for your wife was wrong, and you shouldn't accuse me of being wrong for working hard for my career!"

Song Renqian straightened his chest and continued.

"None of the Korean chaebols can fall! They must live! Even if they are just a shell. Even if their market value has shrunk greatly, as long as they are still Korean chaebols and they still have a say in our country, these people must live!"

Song Renqian said this almost with gritted teeth.

Now is the time when he is closest to the President of South Korea.

He had waited for this moment for thirty-nine years.

After thirty-nine years of ups and downs, he had been dormant in a green-tiled house full of manure pits, struggling and struggling.

Only he himself knows the hardships involved.

Now we are just one step away from our goal.

Stabilize the situation, replace Jin Xinyue, and take the highest decision-making position.

But if the chaebol collapses, the forces that support it will fall.

Thirty-nine years of hard work will be undone.

No matter what the future of South Korea holds, who will be the next chaebol?

He, Song Renqian, is a lackey of the former chaebol.

It will never be possible to touch the center of power in the Korean country again.

So he must fight and seize this opportunity.

Let some people die, so let some people die.

"Crazy!!! Crazy!!! You are really crazy!!!"

Jin Xinyue cursed under her breath.

Song Renqian didn't care.

"You can say whatever you want to me, but you have to do what I say. Otherwise, your beloved wife...I promise she will be treated in a way you can't even imagine!"

Jin Xinyue clenched her right fist and trembled with anger.

"What's the point of me saying that! The Americans will definitely expose my lies!"

Song Renqian sneered, "Expose you? Why? Are they going to admit that they shorted South Korea? Are they going to announce to the world that the Americans are going to butcher a dog that is loyal to them?"

Jin Xinyue was speechless.

Indeed, Americans will not admit that they are shorting South Korea.

In this way, other dogs in the United States will feel insecure.

You have already knelt down and acted like a dog, but you still have to be killed. How can this be justified?

By then, the prestige of the United States will be greatly reduced!

Therefore, even if the Americans do it themselves, they will not admit that they did it.

At most, the US top leaders will attribute all short-selling actions to the private behavior of Wall Street financial tycoons.

Jin Xinyue let out a long sigh.

He glanced at his phone and pondered for a long time...

Finally he compromised...

Jin Xinyue slumped in the presidential chair, her eyes full of confusion.

Seeing this, Song Renqian waved towards the door.

The secretary standing at the door immediately opened the door and rushed out of the office.

A moment later, a group of fully armed reporters carrying cameras, video cameras and recorders swarmed into the president's office.

They skillfully set up the equipment, turned it on, and then aimed the camera at the golden crescent.

The makeup artist stepped forward to put makeup on Jin Xinyue, but was pushed away by Jin Xinyue.

"roll!"

Song Renqian waved his hand, indicating that it was not necessary to put on makeup.

He said, looking at his watch.

"Mr. President, you have three minutes to prepare. I hope that for the sake of your wife, you will not let down your guard at the critical moment."

Jin Xinyue looked up and glared at Song Renqian without saying a word.

He closed his eyes and rested without writing any drafts.

Song Renqian knew that this was Jin Xinyue's sign of compromise.

He did not urge Jin Xinyue to write a manuscript and prepare.

After all, anyone who can sit on the presidency of South Korea has the ability to improvise a joke.