Grandpa Leads the Camel to Ring the Bell on Wall Street

My name is Aishajiang, which means "free moon" in Uyghur. But at this moment, I am not free at all - my broken pickup truck is lying in Taklimakan, my phone only has 3% battery left, and in the rearview mirror, my grandpa is holding twelve camels, rolling his eyes at me step by step. "The engine sounds like a lamb with diarrhea. What did your father teach you?" I looked down at my watch. It was 22:47. In 13 minutes, New York cotton would open, Shanghai would follow suit, and the 3 billion in my account would evaporate. Grandpa threw the reins to me: "Three generations, one life. Today you will either enter the Fortune 500 or enter a desert cemetery. It's your choice." I looked up, and the sandstorm was pressing down on me like a wall, but there was a green light shining in the cracks in the wall - Kunlun Jade? The story begins with this green light.