There are traitors and betrayers, but naturally, there are also patriots.

Or one could say that some people's interests are so deeply tied, they can't disembark from the ship.

The birthplace of financial games.

Freedom Lighthouse.

East Detroit.

Vera, with her delicate face adorned with shades, looked at the vast farmland around her.

"Vera, this deal is just too good to pass up."

The handsome white guy beside her marveled.

Apart from the two of them, a line of black cars was parked along the road, with suited bodyguards in sunglasses standing silently on each side, creating quite a spectacle.

"Yes, it's really profitable."

Vera nodded contentedly.

How could it not be profitable?

At market price, an acre of agricultural land in America is about 3,000 US dollars.

This farm spans around five thousand acres, which means its normal value is 15 million US dollars.

But Vera obtained it for just 10 million US dollars.

In other words, she paid only two-thirds of the market price and could flip it for a hefty profit.

The owner of this farm, or rather the owner of these five thousand acres, certainly wasn't crazy.

The reason for the fire sale is simple.

He urgently needed money.

Moreover...

He was Japanese.

Everyone knows the current situation in Japan.

To "save the nation from extinction," Japan has launched a currency defense war, with its capital starting to exert full force.

It's important to note that besides their domestic influence, Japanese capital owns vast overseas assets as well.

There are even news reports.

The total overseas land owned by the Japanese exceeds Japan's national territory.

It's quite normal for wealthy people to invest in industries abroad, and given the well-known reasons, the island nation, beset by natural disasters, has a strong sense of crisis, fearing that one day Mount Fuji might erupt and swallow the whole country. This is why the Japan Government supports, and even participates in, the external investment ventures of capital enterprises; after all, if their homeland does fail, they'll have a place for ethnic migration.

But now a change has occurred.

A natural disaster hasn't happened yet, but a man-made catastrophe has struck.

In order to prevent history's tragedies from being repeated, Japanese capital can only sell off overseas assets at any cost, using the foreign exchange gained to join this bloody and brutal battle.

And Miss Dupont has, lucky her, picked up a bargain.

Well.

Not exactly a bargain.

Being able to immediately come up with 10 million US dollars to take over isn't easy; it requires time, but Japan was in a panic and couldn't wait.

"When I'm more financially secure, I'll return the ten million to you."

Indeed.

This ten million US dollars was actually borrowed.

It's certainly a risk-free, highly profitable venture, earning her a fortune.

"No need to return it."

The handsome white guy was indifferent, reflecting his wealth and power.

Of course, he's not just keeping up appearances; as the heir of the world-renowned military-industrial company Martin-Farquhar, a ten-million-U.S.-dollar sum is, if not negligible, certainly not troublesome. Selling a helicopter could perhaps recoup it.

Though—isn't this a bit foolish?

Clearly a sure win with no loss, lending his money for someone else to profit—why not take it himself?

To ordinary people, this certainly seems foolish.

But Young Master Martin couldn't care less about a little money like that.

Besides, ordinary people can't come up with ten million US dollars.

The "bootlicker" crowd knows no race, no region, no national boundary; they exist everywhere.

Not to say he's the only one who's qualified, but surely, Young Master Martin, with his vast family fortune, ranks among the top of Vera's admirers. As a bootlicker, one must have the dedication and awareness of a bootlicker.

Making the person they admire happy is far more important than personal happiness.

"Why not return it? Do you think I can't afford it?"

Vera was also dutiful; even though he had spent money and effort to please her, she didn't spare him even a half-smile, and instead, her tone was quite stern.

Young Master Martin felt awkward. "Vera, you've misunderstood; that was never my intention. If you want to repay it, then that's fine."

Vera, though young, is clearly adept at the art of managing admirers, skillfully balancing distance and intimacy, leaving the other party in a cycle of joy and disappointment.

Vera glanced again at the vast expanse of farmland she had acquired.

Ten million US dollars isn't a huge sum for Miss Dupont, but her funds were currently all tied up.

Coincidentally.

The destination of this ten million is the same.

Also flowing to Japan.

"You calculate the interest. I don't like being indebted to anyone."

"No need for interest."

Young Master Martin quickly added, worried about displeasing her, "I've already profited greatly thanks to your tip-off."

Saying this, his expression turned serious.

While a bootlicker he may be.

As the heir to a military-industrial complex, Martin certainly isn't a fool, having graduated from an Ivy League school with top-notch intelligence.

"Japan can't hold on any longer or has been cornered, starting to sell off U.S. bonds they hold. Japan holds over a trillion US dollars in U.S. bonds; they're either demonstrating or protesting. If they were to sell all the US bonds they hold... "

"Would they dare?"

Vera interrupted.

"Japan probably wouldn't dare; otherwise, they wouldn't be holding on till now, but we can't push too hard."

Indeed.

It's inhumane to skin someone's hide, expecting them to endure silently, without resistance.

"Vera, since you've made your profit, maybe it's time to ease off."

Like Young Master Martin's belief, Western capital flocking in intends only to make money, not to truly see Japan fall.

To drain the pond to get fish is not the way.

If you squeeze it dry all at once, how will you harvest from it in the future?

Nurture it, and extract when needed, for maximum benefit.

Vera said nothing.

Suddenly.

The phone rang.

Vera took out her phone, glanced at it, her amber eyes flickered before looking at Martin.

Young Master Martin was tactful, not needing Vera to speak. He quickly moved aside, appreciating the view of the fields.

After the phone rang for a bit, Vera pressed the answer key, nonchalantly placing it by her ear.

"Withdraw your funds."

The caller was brief, straightforward, with a calm tone carrying an undeniable authority.

Vera disliked such authoritative tones, responding coldly:

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"No matter where you got the money, if you don't want to leave it all in Japan, listen to me."

"Why should I? I'm an adult now, with my own capacity for decision. You can make money, so can I."

She then said: "You finally couldn't hold back, huh? Is it Japan selling US bonds creating pressure on you, or did Japan promise you some huge benefits?"

The other side was silent.

"No matter what, you don't have the right to make everyone step aside for your interests," Vera stood firm, not backing an inch.

The caller across was also straightforward.

Even ...

domineering, forceful!

"If you don't step aside, there's only one outcome, becoming cannon fodder."

Vera paused and then laughed.

"Cynthia, who do you think you are, Jesus? Shen Zhou's people are united this time; I'd like to see, exactly, who's the cannon fodder!"

"Click."

Vera ended the call first, not giving the other party a chance to flaunt more authority.

Ending the call first was quite satisfying.

Yet, as she put down the phone and looked at the boundless farmland, Miss Dupont couldn't help but deeply furrow her brows.

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