Jiang Yukang sat in his private study, the dim glow of the city skyline casting long shadows across the room. The storm he had meticulously orchestrated was finally unfolding. Xia Zhenguo had played his hand too aggressively, and now it was time to strike back with precision. His eyes flickered over the financial reports on his desk—documents detailing the Xia Consortium's rapid decline in stock value, the mounting public outrage, and the quiet withdrawals of major investors. Everything was proceeding according to plan.
He turned his gaze to Chang Wei, his most trusted confidant, who stood at attention by the window. "Has the media been fed everything?"
