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

Thousands of miles away, in Yongning Village, China, 80-year-old villager Qin Wenzheng sent cordial greetings.

James Lincoln, who was far away in the White House in the United States, in the Office of the Secretary of State, was stunned...

I just said a curse word from the United States out of habit.

Why did the other party grab the eighteen generations of my ancestors and scold them...

Do all you Chinese people do this?

Didn’t you say that it would bring harm to your family?

You are trying to dig into my ancestral grave...

"James Lincoln, you heard my grandfather's attitude."

James Lincoln was so angry that his hands shook...

I listen to your uncle. What kind of attitude does your grandfather have?

"The king will not abdicate, and short selling will not stop! Of course, if you, the United States, inject large sums of money to rescue the market, then I will naturally welcome it."

bang...

James Lincoln slammed the table and hung up.

He knew very well that many of the funds shorting Great Britain this time came from Wall Street in the United States.

That group of vampires would not pay attention to the White House's instructions as long as they were profitable.

Not to mention the entire national strategy in mind.

If he went to find those financial groups, they might be able to kill him in turn.

Therefore, James Lincoln only dared to find Qin Chuan. He wanted to pick a soft persimmon and squeeze it.

I never expected that they would be even more powerful than those people on Wall Street.

Not only did they not tolerate him as the State Secretary, they even mobilized his family members to personally attack him...

James Lincoln had never been so wronged. He was so angry that he roared in the office...

After a while...

The door to the U.S. Secretary of State's office opens.

James Lincoln walked out neatly dressed, his face as calm as water, as if nothing had happened.

He straightened his collar and walked slowly in the white house towards another room.

In the corridors of the white house, he met many familiar faces from out of town.

James Lincoln greeted each other one by one.

Calm, calm and elegant, as if he had just won a victory.

It wasn't until he came to a door that James Lincoln stopped smiling.

After knocking on the door three times, he turned the doorknob and walked in.

James Lincoln just stepped through the door full of supreme power with his left foot.

Suddenly, the smell of shit hit him.

The entire office was filled with an indescribable smell.

James Lincoln endured the pungent stench and said, "Your Excellency, President..."

An old man with white hair stood in the room with his eyes wide open.

His assistant squatted in front of the old man and changed him into a human diaper.

President Sleep King was not embarrassed to see James Lincoln come in.

He still opened his hands and feet, allowing others to serve him.

"James, how's the conversation going?"

James Lincoln said coldly.

"He...he said that short selling will not stop until the king abdicates!"

"What?!" King Slip yelled angrily

"That Qin Chuan is so brave."

"Have you told him your identity?"

"said..."

"How did he react?"

"He said who am I? Who am I to order him..."

"Fake!"

King Slip shouted angrily

"Did you tell him to stop short selling? Did I order him?"

"I said, I told him clearly that it was the intention of the President of the United States, Mr. Sleep King, to stop short selling."

"How did he answer?"

"He...he said that you are a temporary worker in the United States with a four-year contract, and you are qualified to teach him how to do things? Then...then..."

"Then what!"

"Then he greeted the eighteenth generation of your ancestors..."

Bang!

A loud noise...

King Slip's newly put on adult diapers turned yellow instantly...

James Lincoln quickly turned his face away, not because he was afraid of embarrassment.

But the smell is just too strong...

Now King Slip can't help but fart whenever he gets excited.

People of this age cannot tell whether the next fart is a fart or...

King Sleep's personal assistant has also reached the end of his eighth life.

The adult diaper I just put on... was ruined in just one sentence.

After waiting for a while, King Slip finally finished changing the equipment.

He sat on the chair and said with a smile, "He greeted my ancestors? This man is quite nice."

James Lincoln had a black line on his face and thought to himself that the president might be confused again.

"Your Excellency, they are scolding you!"

After hearing this, King Slip thought for a long time.

Finally the thunder raged!

"Fack! Fack!!!"

After Slip Wang Faqi sounded twice, he stopped scolding.

It's not because of the dissipation of Qi.

It's because foreigners use curse words, Ling Ling Zong Zong Zong, just a few words.

It’s not like China, which allows you to go from the first to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

After King Slip cursed for a few words, he ran out of words and stopped.

He turned his head and looked at the computer on the huge desk in front of him.

On the computer screen, there are densely packed national flags of various countries.

Every time you click on a flag, the system will pop up real-time information about the current country.

This information comes from the United States’ powerful intelligence agencies all over the world.

They monitor every country in the world in real time 24 hours a day.

Then in real time, these countries, major events.

In the form of text and pictures, upload them to the exclusive network connected to White House.

So that King Sleep in the White House can obtain useful information as soon as possible.

King Sleep focused his eyes on the screen as he clicked on the flag of Great Britain.

In an instant, his entire screen was occupied by a big red [warning].

This word often appears in the titles of some non-horseback Japanese action movies.

The rest is in front of the presidential computer screen in the white room.

King Slip narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the current situation in Great Britain.

On the computer, the frontline intelligence officer wrote

[Due to the unprecedented blow to the financial market of Great Britain, most of the country is in a state of suspension]

[All companies in which King Charles III holds shares have been hit hard by Wall Street, the two central countries, and Chinese companies]

[Several major companies that were shorted announced that they were filing for bankruptcy one after another. Subsequently, the Parliament of Great Britain held an emergency vote to reorganize and auction these companies.]

[According to the latest information, a Chinese company is making crazy acquisitions in Great Britain at very low prices and reorganizing the auction company]

[It has been identified that the Chinese enterprise that wantonly acquired and reorganized companies in Great Britain is Daqin International Group]

[For the detailed research report of Daqin International, please view the attached document]

[The current president of the group is Dai Jiajia, a Chinese woman, and the actual shareholder is Qin Chuan, a Chinese man]

[Qinchuan owns 100% equity of Daqin International and 100% decision-making power]

[Dai Jiajia’s personal detailed research report, please view the attached document]

[Qinchuan’s personal detailed research report, please see the attached document]

[Due to the information protection of the Ministry of Security of China, part of Qin Chuan’s personal detailed research report is missing]