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A chill instantly shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and Zheng Guodong felt as if his blood had frozen for a moment.

Sixty-eight billion—this was the "sincere price" set after an emergency meeting of the group's top management, with a huge sense of loss and awe of the unknown. He only learned of the figure last night from an encrypted phone call, and to prevent leaks, he didn't even mention it to his assistant.

But now, he hasn't even seen Yan Yueqing's face, and he's been shut out with a casual "Nothing less than seven billion."

This can no longer be described as "accurate prediction"!
This is simply...all-knowing!
It was as if she herself was sitting in the heavily guarded emergency conference room at Blue Ocean Heavy Industry, and heard President Qin make the final decision on the figures!

A profound sense of absurdity and an indescribable fear gripped Zheng Guodong. He returned to his hotel almost in a daze and immediately dialed the confidential hotline directly to President Qin again, his voice trembling without him even realizing it:
"President Qin... Yan Yueqing... she refused. She even... even before I could speak, accurately stated the upper limit of our final internal offer—'Nothing less than seven billion.'"

There was a long, suffocating silence on the other end of the phone.

Zheng Guodong could clearly hear President Qin's suddenly heavier breathing coming through the microphone.

"Are you sure? Her exact words were 'less than seven billion'?"

"Absolutely true! Lei Ran relayed it word for word!" Zheng Guodong said firmly. "President Qin, this...this is too strange! Our internal pricing...did no one really leak it to her? Or...has her information network already infiltrated our highest decision-making level?"

This terrifying speculation, like a venomous snake, seeped into the minds of all the senior executives of Blue Ocean Heavy Industry in the conference room.

"A leak?! Sixty-eight billion was the bottom line we five agreed on verbally in a closed-door meeting! There wasn't even a written record! How could she possibly know?!"

One of the directors suddenly stood up, his face ashen, his sharp gaze sweeping over the other four, seeds of suspicion sprouting rapidly: "This is outrageous! Could it be that one of us..."

"Enough!" President Qin slammed his hand on the table, the loud noise silencing all the surprised whispers and suspicious glances.

His face was so dark it seemed to drip water, and his chest heaved violently, clearly indicating that his heart was also in turmoil.

But as the person in charge, he must maintain his last shred of rationality.

"Leaked information?" President Qin's voice was icy, carrying a penetrating power. "Among you all here, including me, who has the ability or the guts to leak this top-secret negotiation bottom line—which could shake the foundation of the group and even bring about its annihilation—to the owner of a local business? For what? Money? Or do you think your position is too secure?!"

He looked around, his gaze sharp as a knife, forcing everyone to lower their heads.

Indeed, at their level, their interests are already deeply intertwined with the group's, and the cost and risk of leaking information are unimaginably high.

“It wasn’t a leak…” the strategic planning director murmured, his face pale. “Then it can only be… she’s far more terrifying than we imagined. Her understanding of us may far exceed our understanding of her. The port plan, the core importance of HZ-07, the time pressure, even… our internal decision-making processes and psychological price points…”

This realization is more chilling than the existence of an insider.

This means that behind Yan Yueqing stands an unimaginable behemoth, so large that it can silently uncover the core secrets of national-level projects and accurately predict the decisions of industry giants.

The conference room was deathly silent, with only the faint hum of the air conditioner running, which felt oppressive and suffocating.

President Qin took a deep breath, as if he had made a firm decision. He slowly stood up, straightened his impeccably tailored suit collar, and spoke in a low, solemn voice, carrying a sense of resignation:

"Zheng Guodong." "Yes, President Qin!" Zheng Guodong responded immediately on the other end of the phone.

"Make the arrangements. I will go to Haidu myself to see Yan Yueqing."

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The atmosphere in the simple yet seemingly oppressive meeting room at Haixing Company was completely different from any of the previous negotiations.

President Qin, the true tycoon in charge of Blue Ocean Heavy Industry, was sitting opposite Yan Yueqing at this moment.

He was followed only by a personal assistant and Zheng Guodong, whose face was still pale.

Without any entourage or deliberately created sense of oppression, President Qin toned down all the sharp edges of a superior, replacing them with a rare calmness that carried a sense of inquiry and solemn scrutiny.

"President Yan, I've long admired your name." President Qin's voice was calm and composed, revealing no emotion. "There may have been some misunderstandings in the previous communication between Guodong and you on behalf of the group, and he failed to fully understand your 'reasonable' demands. I have come here in person with the utmost sincerity from Blue Ocean Heavy Industry, hoping to have an open and frank discussion with you about the compensation for the HZ-07 plot, as well as... the possibility of future cooperation between our two parties."

He deliberately emphasized the words "possible cooperation," his gaze fixed on Yan Yueqing, trying to catch the slightest change in her expression.

Yan Yueqing smiled slightly, her smile as calm as still water, as if the person sitting opposite her was not a giant who could influence the industry landscape, but just an ordinary visitor.

"President Qin, you flatter me. I understand your company's difficulties. For a national strategic project, time is the lifeline." She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and spoke calmly, "The '10 billion' I proposed to President Zheng last time was not an arbitrary demand, but a comprehensive assessment based on the strategic value of the land, your company's time costs, and our actual losses at Haixing."

President Qin nodded, not immediately refuting her, but going along with her words: "Ten billion is indeed beyond the group's capacity. But in order to show our sincerity and to ensure the smooth progress of the project, we are willing to make a major adjustment based on the previous quote. Seventy-five billion, what do you think, President Yan? This is the limit I can make on the spot."

As he announced the figure, his eyes remained fixed on Yan Yueqing. This was his true "bottom line," a significant increase from the 6.8 billion yuan he had given to Zheng Guodong.

Yan Yueqing put down her teacup, her fingertips tapping lightly twice on the smooth tabletop, producing a crisp, soft sound. She didn't look at President Qin; instead, her gaze fell on the bustling farm outside the window, her tone carrying a strange detachment: "President Qin, money is certainly important. But sometimes, the value of some things far surpasses what money can measure. For example… time. And for example… technological bottlenecks."

The phrase "technical bottleneck" struck Qin's nerves like a precisely fired bullet!
Blue Ocean Heavy Industry has indeed been hampered by a critical core technology recently! It's the high-precision deep-sea special alloy welding technology used in the processing of core components for ultra-large marine new energy equipment! Strict foreign embargoes and slow progress after years of domestic research are threatening to impact the manufacturing schedule of core equipment at Base No. 1! This is one of the group's top secrets, even more so than the port project, which has a smaller circle of acquaintances!

Mr. Qin's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils dilated sharply! His hands, resting on his knees, clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, but his voice inevitably became tense and hoarse: "Mr. Yan... what technology are you referring to?"

Yan Yueqing finally turned her head, her calm and deep eyes looking directly at President Qin, as if she could see through his feigned composure. She did not answer directly, but nodded slightly to Jun Jiu beside her.

Jun Jiu understood and took out a thin, unmarked white folder from his confidential document box, and respectfully placed it on the table in front of Yan Yueqing.

Yan Yueqing gently pressed her fair fingers on the folder, then slowly pushed it in front of President Qin.

"Mr. Qin, why don't you take a look at this first? After you've read it, perhaps we can discuss this from a different perspective."

President Qin's gaze was fixed intently on the unremarkable document, as if he were looking into a Pandora's box. He took a deep breath, and with an almost tragic solemnity, slowly reached out and opened the folder. (End of Chapter)