Nine Trillion and a Matchstick: I Crush the False Gods with My Nation

Grandpa's funeral hall. My foster sister snatched the wish-granting matchbox and flung nine trillion yuan in my face. She struck a match and laughed. "I wish for you to be sold to a black mine in the northwest, never to rise again." Everyone was waiting for me to fall to my knees and beg for mercy. I turned around and bought a plane ticket to Beijing. Olympic Park Central Square. I started a livestream titled: Nine hundred million in cash for anyone who witnesses the fall of a god. A hundred million people watched as masked men dragged me away. One second before I got into the car, I slipped my black card to my assistant. "Call this number. Give them code 739. Activate the emergency plan." Su Wanqing laughed at me for being stupid. She said no one could stand against a god's power. Until her match was soaked through by a flood. Until her divine powers were judged by the law. She didn't know. The most powerful force in this world has never been a god. It's the state. And I know how to command it.