In late autumn in Yanjing, the night slowly cuts through the lights like a dull knife.
The engagement party of Tang Xuewei, the daughter of the Tang Group, was decorated with dazzling crystal chandeliers. Song Yan was holding a camera and wearing a shirt that had been washed until it turned white. He was stopped by the security guard - "No one can enter." Three years ago, at the same place, he was surrounded by the same security guards and cut a cake as the prospective son-in-law of the Tang family; now, barrage carnival: "The soft rice king turned into a camera boy, it's hilarious!"
The camera cut to the banquet hall, where Tang Xuewei held Shen Fang's arm - a top actor and Song Yan's old rival in college - and the two made a high-profile official announcement: "Thank you, Mr. Song, for your help." Song Yan pressed the record button and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The next second, the giant screen lit up a PPT: Tang's shareholding structure chart, with the second largest shareholder clearly writing "Song Yan—Black Swan Fund". Stock prices plummeted, champagne towers exploded, and screams ripped off the roof. The security guard rushed over. Song Yan put one hand in his pocket and showed his black card: "Your Tang family owes me 9 billion, and the interest will be calculated starting today."
At the same time, Weibo's hot searches exploded three times in a row: # actually the financial owner's father#, # regrets the marriage#, and #Who is it?
The camera zoomed out and Song Yan turned around to leave. A mechanical female voice came from the earphones: "Mr. Song, Song Zhe has started shorting Tang's family. What's the next order?"
He chuckled: "Close the net."
A revenge that started with breaking off the engagement and ended with the strangulation of capital.
