The aloof female CEO of Lujiazui knocks on the door of his rented apartment late at night: "Mr. Jiang, how did you predict the infighting at my company?"
The underworld heiress of Suhang presses a gun to Jiang Chenzhou's chest: "Teach me how to trade futures, or tomorrow the Huangpu River will be full of bodies."
An MIT hacker genius breaks into a System across the Pacific: "When nine hundred million suddenly hit your account, I was hacking into Lab 203."
A CCTV finance reporter tears up her interview script live on camera: "Mr. Jiang says copper futures will plunge fifty percent tonight. You're all on your own."
