Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

With his eyes red from anger, Bai Hanmo made a decision in a fit of rage.

All products under the group would have their prices increased by twenty percent.

A bag of salt that used to cost two yuan now cost 2.4.

It wasn’t obvious with small items, but with larger products, the price hike was startling.

For example, a washing machine that had been 6000 yuan now cost 7200 with the twenty percent increase.

Bai Hanmo did this to intentionally disrupt the market, to send a message to those above him.

Using capital to disrupt society was no different from ancient era merchants closing the market in protest.

It was clear to anyone that this was a self-destructive decision, but Bai Hanmo went through with it.

The price hike did indeed cause market chaos.

As a result, the Bai company stock price plummeted.

Ning Shu’s hands almost felt fatigued from all the stocks she was collecting.

People didn’t know if Bai Hanmo had gotten possessed or something, but this was a golden opportunity for other companies, especially those selling similar products.

While Bai Hanmo raised prices, these companies lowered theirs.

Not by much, they still made sure they avoided losing profit.

But compared to the Bai company’s, they seemed much cheaper.

The same products, the same quality—who would buy the expensive one?

Who’d be that foolish?

All the companies seized this chance to let their products dominate the market.

Ning Shu looked at the stock market chart and couldn’t help but smile.

There was nothing difficult in the world; the only danger was if you insisted on courting disaster.

Wasn’t Bai Hanmo doing just that?

Those who were used to being spoiled would eventually get themselves in trouble.

Lian Min visited Ning Shu with gifts, accompanied by the second eldest son of the Lian family.

When Second Brother Lian saw Ning Shu, he felt a bit awkward.

Ning Shu didn’t mention the past and asked Lian Min, “You usually come empty-handed and leave with a big bag. It’s rare to see you bring something.”

Lian Min often came to pick up items, either for wealthy ladies or to give as gifts.

Lian Min rolled her eyes at Ning Shu. “You’re getting cocky now.”

Ning Shu served tea to Lian Min and Second Brother Lian.

“Thanks this time. The feng shui there really is bad. I heard they unearthed over a hundred tombs, forming a whole tomb cluster,” Lian Min said.

Ning Shu glanced at Second Brother Lian, who was drinking tea, then looked at Lian Min with a confused expression. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.” �

“Don’t play dumb. I already confessed everything,” Lian Min said.

Ning Shu: …

Second Brother Lian put down his teacup and said to Ning Shu, “Thanks for the help this time, but how did you know the feng shui there was bad?”

“Because I know a little about feng shui, but I can’t explain it specifically. I just felt it wasn’t good,” Ning Shu replied, avoiding the main issue.

Second Brother Lian just said, “Oh,” and it was unclear whether he believed it.

He set down the gift, exchanged a few pleasantries, and left, leaving Lian Min and Ning Shu to talk.

“You were the one who did this, right?” Ning Shu asked Lian Min.

“I did leak the bidding price,” Lian Min said, spreading her hands.

“It was a lucky strike, but it’s enough to give Bai Hanmo a major setback,” Ning Shu said with a smile.

Lian Min looked incredulous. “Is his brain broken? Why would he make such a rash decision without even trying to save the situation?”

“Probably because he was angry. Bai Hanmo is the kind of person who can’t tolerate even the smallest provocation,” Ning Shu said casually.

“That’s too extreme, isn’t it? ‘Under the heavens, all land belongs to the king; on the land, all are subjects to the king.’ Has Bai Hanmo gone mad?” Lian Min exclaimed in surprise.

Ning Shu shrugged. She didn’t know what to say.