The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

Looking at his loyal brothers, Huang Feipeng felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He knew that no matter what happened, these people would stand firmly behind him, becoming his strongest support.

"This matter is more complex than any before, and we must be fully prepared." Huang Feipeng took a deep drag on his cigar and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "I already have a preliminary plan..."

Huang Feipeng's deep and powerful voice echoed in the room, seemingly possessing a magical quality that made everyone present feel their blood boil.

Meanwhile, the United States

Wall Street, the world of capital, a cesspool of extravagance and debauchery. At this moment, it is shrouded in a bloody storm stirred up by Huang Feipeng.

"Damn yellow-skinned monkey! How dare he?!" The mahogany conference table was slammed loudly, spittle flew everywhere, and a bald financial tycoon, his face red and neck thick, looked like a turkey being choked.

"He's playing with fire! Who does he think he is? A kid who hasn't even grown his first hairs yet, dares to challenge Wall Street?!"

"Calm down, everyone." A deep voice rang out, and the conference room immediately fell silent. Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice—George Rothschild, an elderly man in his seventies who was still vigorous, the uncrowned king of Wall Street, and a legend in the financial world.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep yet carrying an undeniable power: "Huang Feipeng does have some tricks up his sleeve; we all underestimated him this time. But he is backed by a nation, and we cannot act rashly."

"Are we just going to let him run rampant and watch him plunder our hard-earned wealth?!" a hot-blooded young man couldn't help but shout.

“Of course not.” George Rothschild’s sharp gaze swept across the room, a cold smile curving his lips. “I will teach him a lesson in the real world of finance! He will pay the price for his arrogance!”

Meanwhile, the White House.

“Sir, we underestimated them!” the president said through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with anger and unease. “They were too well hidden!”

The atmosphere in the Oval Office of the White House was so oppressive it seemed to freeze. The president irritably tugged at his tie; even his expensive custom-made suit couldn't hide his disheveled appearance. His once meticulously styled blond hair was now messy, not to mention the noticeably deeper crow's feet around his eyes.

"Damn it! What are those yellow-skinned monkeys trying to do?!" He couldn't help but curse, slamming his fist on the mahogany desk in front of him with a dull thud.

"Mr. President, please calm down." The National Security Advisor forced a smile and tried to comfort him, but inwardly he was groaning. Everyone knew that the president hated it when people said he was impatient, and at that moment everyone was also agitated.

"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down?! The stock market has plummeted like this, and those old fogies in Congress are practically deafening me! And those opportunistic allies are calling one after another to question our countermeasures, as if we were some heinous criminal!" The president paced back and forth in a fit of rage, like a caged lion, restless and agitated.

"Sir, our most important task now is to come up with a practical solution." The Secretary of State pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a glint of light flashing in the lenses. "I believe we must unite more allies and put greater pressure on the Great Xia Kingdom to force them to make concessions at the negotiating table."

"Easy for you to say! Who wants to get involved in this mess now?!" the Defense Secretary retorted bluntly. "That's an aircraft carrier! An aircraft carrier! Do you understand? What does that mean? It means they already possess the military strength to confront us head-on!"

"Enough!" the president roared, interrupting the argument. "This is not the time for infighting! We must unite to overcome this crisis!" He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Pass down the order to convene an emergency national security meeting. I want to hear everyone's opinions on how to deal with the Great Xia Kingdom and that damned Huang Feipeng!"

Compared to the huge reaction from the United States, the media in the European Union were relatively calm. On the one hand, they condemned the reckless behavior of the US government, believing that their unilateral sanctions triggered this financial storm. On the other hand, they were also shocked by the strength shown by Huang Feipeng and began to reassess the economic strength and international influence of Great Xia.

Across the Atlantic Ocean, on the continent of the European Federation.

Unlike the US stock market in turmoil and politicians in dire straits, the atmosphere in the European Union appears particularly delicate.

"Unbelievable, they actually succeeded!"

Inside the editorial office of Le Monde, an old building on the Champs-Élysées in Paris, editor-in-chief Pierre slammed his fist on the table, his voice filled with disbelief. Before him, a huge screen was playing footage of the Great Xia aircraft carrier cutting through the waves.

"These cunning Easterners, they've really hidden themselves well!" an elderly reporter with gray hair exclaimed, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Pierre, what should we do now? Headquarters is waiting for our report," a young reporter asked, a mixture of excitement and unease on his face.

“What else can we do? Report the truth!” Pierre took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring. “Don’t forget, we are the media, not mouthpieces for politicians. What we need to do is show the world the truth, and what they think is their business.”

Meanwhile, in Berlin, Germany, at the headquarters of a military industrial giant called Rheinmetall.

"Chairman, we have received information that the Great Xia's aircraft carrier is equipped with their independently developed electromagnetic guns and laser weapon systems..." In the conference room, a man in a suit and tie was reporting the latest intelligence to the elderly man sitting at the head of the table, his tone revealing his shock.

"Damn it! How is this possible?!" The old man jumped to his feet, his once ruddy face turning deathly pale. "Where did they get this technology?! Absolutely impossible!!"

"It's not clear yet, but what's certain is that their technical level has far exceeded our expectations." The man reporting looked grave. "This is not good news for us."

"Hmph, good news? This is not good news for the entire Western world!" the old man said through gritted teeth, a sinister glint in his eyes. "It seems we have to take some action..."