Chapter 68

At 10:30 in the morning, a newly uploaded YouTube video garnered frantic clicks from netizens. Swiftly noticed by editors, it was recommended on the homepage. The one-and-a-half-minute video, shot from a camera's perspective, showcased an AB InBev beer production workshop in Eastern Europe. Abandoned cans, rusty filling machines, and staff in dirty shoes were captured, concluding with a shaky glimpse of someone hiding the camera.

The video, void of dubbing or text commentary, relied on audience discovery. Netizens commented fervently:

- "Boycott Budweiser!"

- "Anheuser-Busch InBev, as the world's largest beer producer, has done such a violation of conscience. Resolutely resist!"

- "Can't be generalized. Could this be a private processing workshop? Let's wait for Budweiser's official response."

- "Fart, is the navy hired by AB InBev upstairs?"

- "Absolutely, the third floor is blind. Tell me how much money Budweiser gave you?"

- "A good opportunity for bargain hunters, everyone, go grab Budweiser stock!"

Yang Sen, sitting at his computer, observed the comments with a smile. Just informed that Anheuser-Busch InBev would hold an urgent press conference in an hour, he found it amusing. Playfully muttering, "What's the hurry? I haven't served the big meal I prepared for you yet."

"Boss, there is a big bill showing up." Ailena, entering the room, exclaimed.

"Did you find out the source? Is it Lehman?" Yang Sen asked, hopeful.

"I can't be sure; I only know that it is an order from Wells Fargo Bank." Alina replied, causing Yang Sen's enthusiasm to wane.

"Wells Fargo?" Yang Sen, leaning back, took a moment to process. Suddenly, he was struck with a revelation. "Are you sure it's Wells Fargo?" His vocal cords trembled unnaturally.

Dumbfounded, Alena confirmed, "Yes, yes, it's Wells Fargo."

Yang Sen, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, urgently instructed, "Do you know if it's Wells Fargo's own initiative or for customer orders?"

"Unclear... Chu," Alina stammered.

"What are you waiting for? Investigate! Hurry up!" Yang Sen, unable to control his emotions, urged.

"Yes... I'm going now." Alina left, puzzled by her boss's sudden outburst.

Walking around the desk, Yang Sen poured a glass of whiskey and pondered. Jamie Dimon's words echoed in his mind: "Paul Lehman and Warren have a relationship."

"Wait." Suddenly, Yang Sen, as if struck, stared at Alina. "What bank did you just say?"

"Um...Wells Fargo?" Alina replied cautiously.

Yang Sen, taking several deep breaths, forced himself to calm down. "Do you know if it's Wells Fargo's own behavior or for customer orders?"

"Also...unclear...Chu."

"Then what are you waiting for? Don't blame it to investigate? Hurry up!" Yang Sen's urgency reflected the seriousness of the situation.

"Yes... I'm going now." Alina, still puzzled, hurried out. Thoughts racing, she wondered, "What's wrong with the boss? Why such a big fire?"

Janssen recalled his conversation with Jamie Dimon, realizing that Wells Fargo's involvement could complicate matters. If Wells Fargo was acting independently, it hinted at a deeper, more intricate game. Yang Sen, now waiting for the investigation results, needed to understand if the stock god had entered the arena before deciding his next move.

Until the close of the day, Anheuser-Busch InBev reported a closing price of $114.3, less than 1.5% lower than the opening price. Wells Fargo's rash intervention was the main reason. On Wall Street, only Wells Fargo participated, and the rest adopted a wait-and-see stance.

In the luxurious ward of the Presbyterian Hospital, Yang Cheng slowly woke up from anesthesia. His family, relieved to see him conscious, engaged in emotional reunions. Yang Sen, despite his teasing, couldn't hide the relief he felt. However, his mind was still racing with the unfolding events on Wall Street, wondering how Wells Fargo's intervention might impact the intricate game he had set in motion.