When a huge insurance policy worth three billion and a death certificate pointing to an "accident" were placed in front of them at the same time, everyone thought that Jiang Xia, as the only beneficiary, would cry, collapse, or beg humblely. However, she just calmly pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and faced the powerful man in charge. "Mr. Fu," her voice was steady and her logic was clear, "according to the terms of the policy, if the insured dies unexpectedly, your company should complete the claim settlement within thirty working days. Now is the fifteenth day. I just want to remind your company's legal affairs that it can be more efficient." Fu Chengyan, the leader of the financial empire, was blocked in his office for the first time to "collect debts." He looked at the woman in front of him who seemed frail and harmless, but in fact her words were thorny, and smiled. "Ms. Jiang, smart people should know that some money will be hot to the touch." Jiang Xia responded with an impeccable smile: "What a coincidence, I have been cold since I was a child, so I like things that are hot to the touch." - Everyone was waiting to see how Jiang Xia, a powerless orphan girl, would be crushed to pieces by Fu Chengyan. What they were waiting for was: Fu Group's stock price fluctuated abnormally, and mysterious forces secretly shorted it; black materials that had been buried for many years were accurately exposed, and the public relations team was overwhelmed; the most secret capital chain of the business empire was precisely pinched by a pair of invisible hands. Sitting in the center of the chaos, Fu Chengyan felt out of control for the first time. He dialed the number he knew by heart, and his voice was hoarse: "Jiang Xia, who are you?" A chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "A creditor you can't afford to offend." #I'm not here to get money,
