All of this had been Feng Jun's doing. He had first provoked a price war. He did not mind buying up some equipment at high prices—as long as they dared to follow, he would absolutely teach them a lesson they would never forget about what could and could not be done.
He had long been displeased with those who hoarded goods and drove up prices. It was just that, having reached his current level, he could not be bothered to quibble over such trivial matters.
Just as he had said: I've already ignored you, yet you still come provoke me. Don't blame me for hitting you where it hurts.
For the current Feng Jun, there were many ways to strike hard. Killing his opponents outright would have been the most satisfying, but... there were too many people involved.
The speculative capital had ringleaders, and they should not have been difficult to deal with. But there was more than one ringleader, and they had advisers around them. More importantly, there were many "investors" fueling the speculative capital's troublemaking.
The investors had all kinds of motives. Some merely wanted their assets to snowball, hoping to profit without lifting a finger. Others felt that bank wealth-management products could not even keep pace with the CPI and, left with no choice, sought somewhere with higher interest rates to invest.
So Feng Jun could not simply eliminate everyone involved. He was not that cold-blooded.
Then he would set a trap for them. Didn't you want to make money off me? Then have a taste of losing money.
He had initially done this out of sentiment. He had even prepared himself to sit on one or two hundred billion worth of goods—industrialization had not even begun to take shape over there, and there was no telling