Early Monday morning, the stock market was closed.

Chen Yuan woke up from the big bed in the presidential suite.

As soon as he put on his Bluetooth headset, Wangcai's voice came over.

"Master, your net income yesterday was 375 billion U.S. dollars. So far, your total income has reached 1200 billion U.S. dollars!"

"so much?"

Chen Yuan looked confused.

Why didn’t you think of using artificial intelligence to trade stocks earlier? The rate of return is too high!

Chen Yuan feels that the money from Feidun Capital has nothing to do with him.

So I was thinking about whether I could drink the soup by myself while suppressing the financial market of Kimchi Country.

He still has a balance of tens of billions in his private account, and coupled with the US$100 billion flowing on the dark web, he can barely make up more than US$100 billion.

Leave it to artificial intelligence to do the leverage.

Originally, I just wanted to drink some soup, but who knew that I would become the most bloody executioner of Kimchi Nation's stockholders?

In one week, he actually made more than one trillion U.S. dollars!

Capitalists are too bloody.

It's faster than robbing money.

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Chapter completed!