Once the holiday ended, students returned to school and workers returned to work.
Jiang Siming had not been idle either. He had been pondering the development of a new car for some time, and it was finally time to put it on the agenda.
He really could not stand watching Musk sell those half-finished, dangerously flawed cars across Huaxia, recklessly draining the wallets of the Chinese people.
For a heartless capitalist who even deceived his own conscience, Jiang Siming intended to make him spit out every penny he had earned.
Besides, when Musk had previously declared sovereignty over Mars, he had already clashed with Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming had blown up every space station Musk had built on Mars. Afterward, President Trump had suspected that Jiang Siming's abilities came from outer space.
He had even told Musk to go take a look in space.
But how could Musk, who valued his life so much, go there himself? He had indeed sent astronauts to investigate.
Unfortunately, they had found nothing even to this day.
The destruction of the Mars space station he had poured so much effort into had caused Musk to hate Jiang Siming to the core, and he had extended that hatred to the Chinese people as well.
As for the losses Jiang Siming had caused him, Musk had decided to recover them from the Huaxia market.
You blew up my space station? Fine. Then I'll sell defective cars to the Huaxia market and make up the losses!
With the automobile market, along with Bitcoin, which had recently been driven into a frenzy, Musk had not only recovered his losses but had multiplied his wealth more than tenfold.
Musk had now squeezed into the top five of the global rich list, and his ranking was still rising.
Jiang Siming