When Yu Qingqing opened the financial abscess of Hengtong Group at the Asia-Pacific Financial Summit, she never thought that the captain of the detachment at the scene of the iron-blooded seizure would become an inevitable disaster in her life. There was still gunpowder smoke in Jin Yan's holster, and her red lips had kissed the star cufflinks on his collar. This capital hunt that started with two billion US dollars eventually turned into a heart-burning pas de deux.
The palm with which he carried her into the sanatorium in the military area could break the enemy's spine, and the satellite phone she used to direct overseas mergers and acquisitions was hidden in her lace gloves. On a rainy night, she broke through the electronic fence of the military area, and the key designed by Jin Yan dangled from the slit of her cheongsam; he violated the instinct of a sniper for twenty years and allowed that slim figure in the scope to steal confidential documents.
When the entire Internet was blaming her for financial fraud, Jin Yan's armored vehicle crushed the short-selling report. Only then did she discover that the anonymous Cambridge scholarship she received when she was eighteen years old was actually stained with the stardust and blood of the Gobi Desert. At the celebration party, she hacked into the surveillance system, and a letter he wrote to his future wife floated on the big screen. His pen was as sharp as a knife: "If you read these lines, you must have stepped on my bones to reach the top."
Before the bloody kiss in the fire escape was dry, they had signed a quantum betting agreement in the cloud suite. When international reporters questioned the marriage between the military, government and capital, Yu Qingqing's jadeite ring finger smashed into the spotlight, and Jin Yan's gun cocoon rubbed the side of her neck: "My wife just bought your boss yesterday."
This is a war without smoke, and it is also a sacrifice of burning hearts and fire. When Yu Qingqing's trading password meets Jin Yan's military key, the entire capital jungle will witness what is a blood-soaked waltz and what is a blue rose blooming on the tip of a knife.
Purpose: The purpose of this article is to use finance as the battlefield and military industry as the armor to describe a "blood-soaked ultimate game" - when the sharp edge of capital meets the iron fist of the military, when the black hole of desire collides with the sharp edge of faith, the two top hunters tear each other apart and forge a third possibility: reshape the rules with heart-burning flames, and reconstruct the boundaries with bloody kisses.