Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 2840 The world ultimately belongs to the young.

Yang Geyong glanced at the composed Ye Yuze and couldn't help but ask:
"Shouldn't we help Ye Feng out? He's in a very precarious situation right now!"

Ye Yuze shook his head: "I'm not a god, how could I possibly turn the tide? He chose this path, so let him walk it himself. Haven't you noticed that we don't understand the capital market at all these days? We can only manage to do some real business."

Yang Geyong agreed with this, but he still felt that Ye Yuze had a way. From childhood to adulthood, he had always had a blind admiration for Ye Yuze, believing that there was nothing Ye Yuze couldn't solve.

Ye Yuze naturally understood the meaning in his brother's eyes, and sighed:
"We are all getting old, and eventually the world will abandon us. Everything will eventually belong to them."

"That's the way nature works. We might as well let them face it on their own sooner rather than later. Our intervention might have some side effects, since the two generations handle things differently."

Yang Geyong took a deep drag on his cigarette and finally said nothing more. He knew his old friend was right.

All they can leave behind is their wealth; what will become of their children? No one can predict.

Even if you can predict it, what can you really change? You have to walk your own path.

Yang Geyong shook his head. Compared to Ye Yuze, he was much less worried. His sons didn't have any great abilities.

For example, Yang Wei only needs to listen to Ye Feng, just like him. He doesn't need to worry about anything.

The group in Africa also has Ye Rou and Ye Mei; they just need to focus on doing their jobs properly.

Although Yang San is a bit of a troublemaker, he's not going to go unnoticed, because he's afraid of his wife.
As for whether his two daughters-in-law will go astray, Yang Geyong is not worried. He has no doubt about their intelligence, as they are both Harvard graduates.

Even if things go astray, he doesn't care. Just based on how much Ye Yuze dotes on his daughters, Yang Geyong believes that if anyone were to harm them, Ye Yuze would dare to turn the whole of Africa upside down.

Ye Yuze's statement that he lacks ability is actually a form of humility. In many ways, he still has the capacity to stir up trouble.

However, his two sons are indeed at the point where they should be independent, and he genuinely wants to see how far they can go on their own.
Ye Feng's situation has been very satisfactory so far; he hasn't made any mistakes in his approach. This is how the American social system is structured.

When a conglomerate reaches a certain level, it must wield corresponding influence in the political arena, especially in a hegemonic nation like the United States. With such influence, its impact becomes global.

Ye Yuze disliked Jews, but he couldn't help but admire their vision and perspective. This people, given the opportunity to survive, would quickly establish themselves wherever they went.

Ye Mao's choice to enter the system in China was unexpected, because Ye Mao had never been a person who liked to follow the rules since childhood.

Unexpectedly, he not only successfully entered the system, but also thrived in his role.

As for the fact that Ye Mao and Liu Ling had a child, he didn't care and didn't go back to see it.

He didn't care much about Ye Mao breaking off his friendship with the Jin sisters and Liu Ling for work. What capable man doesn't have a few women who like him?
The men of the Ye family would never bully men or women, but if they didn't even dare to accept the few women who liked them, what kind of family would they be?
Ye Feng is currently locked in a fierce battle with American capital, but it is also fraught with danger. However, Ye Yuze has no intention of getting involved, as he trusts his son.

As for Ye Mao, there's no need to worry. Although the situation within the system is also complex, different systems are destined to face different environments.

Ye Yuze believed that his second son would have a smoother journey than his eldest son.

Night fell over the skyscrapers of Wall Street. Ye Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor, gazing at the flashing neon lights.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, and the assistant sent the latest stock market data—the other party was shorting the new energy company he controlled, and the stock price had plummeted for three consecutive days.

He gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white. His father had told him to face it himself, but this time his opponent was clearly well-prepared.

The other party used several companies and a complex equity structure to stir up trouble in the capital market. The mastermind behind the scenes is like an octopus in the deep sea, only showing its tentacles, and the real core cannot be found.

"Mr. Ye, the board of directors requests that you convene an emergency meeting immediately," the secretary's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Ye Feng took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the conference room. The moment he pushed open the door, more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned to him, some anxious, some questioning, and a few even gleaming with schadenfreude.

He knew that among these shareholders were many who had long coveted his position.

"Everyone, I understand your concerns."

Ye Feng walked to the head of the table and sat down, his voice steady, "But this stock price fluctuation is just a normal market adjustment; our core business has not been affected."

"A normal adjustment?" A gray-haired veteran shareholder slammed his fist on the table. "A 30% drop in stock price is considered normal? Mr. Ye, we long-time shareholders didn't follow you to watch the numbers plummet!"

The meeting room erupted in chaos, with accusations rising and falling.

Ye Feng listened quietly until the noise gradually subsided. He turned on the projector, and a complex equity relationship diagram appeared on the screen.

"Look everyone, this shows the flow of funds that have been causing trouble in the stock market over the past three months."

Ye Feng pointed a laser pointer at the screen, "On the surface, it appears to be several unrelated companies shorting the stock, but according to our legal department's investigation, the ultimate beneficiaries of these companies all point to the same family—the Rothschilds."

A murmur rippled through the conference room. The Rothschilds—a name that resonates throughout the financial world—represent a century of accumulated wealth and a vast network of connections.

"President Ye, we can't beat them at all!" someone exclaimed.

Ye Feng's lips curled into a cold smile: "They think they can defeat us with their old tricks? Wrong. This time, I'll show them that the new era of capital warfare cannot be won through conspiracies and tricks."

He presented another set of data: "As you can see, our new energy research and development has made a breakthrough. In three months, we will be able to launch the world's first truly solid-state battery. At that time, all market fluctuations will be under our control."

The listing of Warrior New Energy Company is also for development needs. Only by listing can foreign capital be injected, and listing on Nasdaq naturally increases its influence in the United States.

However, this also brought some setbacks, which was unavoidable, such as the doubts Ye Feng was facing at the moment.

If it were still an internal property of the Warrior Group, this situation would never have occurred.

The meeting room fell silent, and hope rekindled in the shareholders' eyes. Ye Feng knew this wasn't enough; he needed a brilliant counterattack, a victory that would shake the entire Wall Street.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Beijing, Ye Mao was attending an important economic seminar.

As the youngest department-level official in the National Development and Reform Commission, his proposed "New Infrastructure 2.0" plan is sparking heated discussions. After the meeting, an elderly leader with gray hair called him aside.

"Xiao Ye, your plan is very forward-thinking, but it has also affected the interests of many people."

The old leader asked earnestly, "Have you encountered any difficulties lately?" Ye Mao felt a warmth in his heart. This old leader had always taken good care of him, but he didn't want to give the impression that he relied on connections.

"Thank you for your concern, leader. Everything is going smoothly so far."

However, just as he was about to leave, his phone received an anonymous text message:
Be careful of the people around you.

Ye Mao frowned. As someone working within the system, he was used to all sorts of open and covert attacks, but this text message still made him wary.

Late at night, Ye Mao returned home, turned on his computer, and began his investigation. Through his network of contacts, he discovered that someone had been secretly collecting information about him and had even contacted his ex-girlfriend, Liu Ling.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, retrieving all relevant surveillance footage and call logs.

In the video, a man wearing a baseball cap is talking to Liu Ling. Although his face is obscured, Ye Mao recognizes him as an informant planted by a competitor. He clenches his fist, never expecting such a tactic.

He immediately took out his phone and called Liu Ling to tell her how serious the situation was.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know he was your opponent.” Liu Ling lowered his head. “He said he could provide some supplies to northern Myanmar, so I…”

Ye Mao interrupted her: "It's okay, I understand. If you encounter something like this again, tell me immediately."

Liu Ling nodded in agreement. Ye Mao wasn't worried that Liu Ling would betray him, because that was absolutely impossible.

Back in his office, Ye Mao began planning his counterattack. He joined forces with several like-minded colleagues to gather substantial evidence of their competitors' misconduct.

At the same time, he accelerated the implementation of the "New Infrastructure 2.0" plan, using tangible results to silence those who complained.

A month later, the stock price of Warrior New Energy Company suddenly rose against the trend.

The solid-state battery he launched shocked the world, and those who shorted him ended up trapped. The Rothschild family had to step in to sue for peace, and this capital war ended in a complete victory for Ye Feng.

Meanwhile, in Beijing, Ye Mao's "New Infrastructure 2.0" plan was officially approved, becoming a key national development project. Those who tried to smear him were completely silenced.

Upon receiving the news, Ye Yuze and Yang Geyong exchanged a smile. They understood that letting their children venture out on their own was the right thing to do. This era ultimately belongs to the young.
Outside the window, night deepened, but the city lights remained dazzling. New challenges and new opportunities awaited the brothers.

Just as the Ye brothers were establishing themselves in their respective fields, a sudden crisis was quietly approaching.

The equatorial sun scorched the East African plateau. Standing atop the watchtower, Ye Rou peered through her binoculars at a long, winding line of military trucks lining the border with a neighboring country.

My phone vibrated in my pocket; it was a satellite message from Ye Mei in Somalia.

"Sister, the Utan Kingdom has suddenly closed our oil transportation channels, and the port is full of warships flying the tricolor flag."

The wind, carrying Sahara dust, swept past the tower's spire, and Ye Rou gripped her tactical belt tightly.

Three months ago, the Pan-African Railway project, spearheaded by the sisters, broke ground. This steel artery, which runs through Marseille, Somalia, and landlocked resource-rich countries, not only broke the Western capital's monopoly on African infrastructure but also became a thorn in the strategic map of certain major powers.

"Your Majesty, satellites have detected twenty suspicious heat sources."

The defense minister rushed into the tower, where a holographic projection unfolded on the ground, with red dots spreading out in a fan shape along the border. "According to intelligence, French-backed anti-government forces have crossed the border."

Ye Rou took off her sunglasses, revealing a scar at the corner of her eye—a mark left three years ago when she quelled a tribal conflict.

She pulled up an encrypted file on her phone: "Initiate 'Acacia' Project, have the militia plant electromagnetic pulse mines in the jungle. At the same time, contact Somalia and have Ye Mei open her drone base."

Meanwhile, in Mombasa, the capital of Somalia, Ye Mei stared at the American flag on a crane in the port, her nails almost digging into her palms.

Three hours earlier, Utan suddenly announced that it was severing diplomatic relations with Somalia. Immediately afterwards, a cargo ship carrying "humanitarian supplies" forced its way to shore, but the containers contained assault rifles and rockets.

"Your Majesty, rebel forces are landing at the docks!"

The Solomon Islands' Chief of Staff rushed in, holding a tablet computer. The surveillance footage showed armed men wearing skull masks firing at port guards.

Ye Mei grabbed her tactical vest and growled into the communicator:
"Notify Yang San to activate 'Desert Shield' and move all heavy weapons to the coastal highway!"

As night fell, the first sparks flew along the border between Marseille and the Solomon Islands.

Ye Rou stood in the armored command vehicle, watching the footage transmitted back by the drone. The armed men, disguised as refugees, were trying to break through the defense line.

She pressed the microphone: "Send an ultimatum to the French embassy: if they do not stop supporting armed groups, we will destroy all their listening posts in East Africa."

Thousands of miles away in Paris, on the large screen in the General Staff's operations room, two red dots were flashing intensely across the African continent.

The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff crushed his cigar in the ashtray.
"The Ye sisters are too troublesome; they turned infrastructure projects into military fortresses."

"Accelerate the subversion of tribal leaders, while pressuring the United Nations to pass a sanctions resolution."

The defense minister scrolled through his tablet, saying, "If we cut off their rare earth supplies, these two small countries won't last two weeks."

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the smoke of battle, Ye Rou's helicopter landed on the border of Somalia.

She met up with Ye Mei in the trenches. The two sisters' camouflage uniforms were covered in gunpowder, but their smiles were brighter than ever before.

"Sister, they didn't expect that we had already transformed the rare earth mines into underground arms factories."

Ye Mei held up a new type of electromagnetic railgun shell. "Want to try this?"

In the distance, French-backed armed forces are launching a new offensive.

Ye Rou pressed the red button on her wristwatch, and dozens of laser beams suddenly rose from the depths of the desert, turning the enemy's armed helicopters into a sky full of fireballs.

She sneered into the communicator: "Tell those lords hiding behind the scenes that Africa is not something anyone can subvert just because they want to!"

On the distant battlefield, Yang San was personally leading his soldiers in a charge, fighting ten against one, and routing the rebel army...