Fang Zheng stared silently at the photograph on the screen before him.
Chris Kate.
She was a senior executive of the Galaxy Conglomerate, mainly responsible for its internal and external operations and financial circulation. She was also Fang Zheng's target for this operation.
Fang Zheng had plenty of experience when it came to destroying massive financial dynasties. Of course, back when he was emperor, there would have been no need for all this trouble. He could have simply executed the entire family and implicated nine generations, slaughtering them all cleanly and leaving no loose ends. But now, he did not have that kind of power, so he had to take things slowly.
And that required finesse.
Most people believed that if they wanted to destroy a conglomerate, they had to start at the source and assassinate its top brass. In reality, though, that was not worth it. Unless one could guarantee wiping out every senior member of the financial dynasty in one sweep, such an act would only alert them.
Fang Zheng's choice of her as his first target had also been carefully calculated. Chris was mainly responsible for the circulation of financial operations within the Galaxy Conglomerate. In other words, the upper management made the decisions, and she carried them out. If the conglomerate were a person, then its executives and chairman were the heart and brain, while Chris was a finger.
Indeed, compared to the brain and heart, a finger was somewhat less important—but that depended on the situation. For an ordinary person, losing a thumb might merely make life a little inconvenient. But what about someone who relied on it for a living? A pianist, a surgeon—an injury to a finger could ruin their entire career. Losing one outright would naturally be unbearable.
And that was precisely