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"I've spent so much money supporting you all, and I can't even find out a single person's background?"

The person in charge bowed and said, "Young Master Ma, we have used all our overseas connections, even contacting the Mafia's intelligence network, but all leads have been cut off overseas. It's as if their information has been completely erased; there are no records at all. We even hired one of the top three hackers in the world, but not only did they not find anything, they were also attacked in return, losing three core servers."

Ma Yun was stunned, then a hint of excitement and apprehension flashed in her eyes: "Interesting... Just who is this Jiang Wenxi?"

The atmosphere in the study of the Jiang family's old mansion was much calmer. Jiang Xunye sat in a rattan chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand. Opposite him stood an elderly man with white hair, the retired butler of the Jiang family, who had been in charge of the Jiang family's intelligence work for decades.

"We can't find Xunye." The old butler's voice was tinged with emotion. "In my more than forty years of service, I have never encountered such a situation before."

The other party's background was extremely well hidden; no useful information could be found in official files, private networks, or underground intelligence channels.

This method of concealment is beyond conventional understanding; it seems impossible for ordinary technology to achieve this.

Jiang Xunye paused, a deep glint in his eyes: "Hidden...?" He had heard rumors about top-tier secretive organizations when he was studying abroad. They were said to possess a core system that could block all intelligence networks, but he never imagined that he would meet such people in Shanghai.

The old butler nodded: "Very likely. Moreover, the other party's strength is unfathomable. As soon as our probing began, we received an anonymous warning that said 'stop while you're ahead.' For the safety of the Jiang family, I have ordered all investigations to cease."

Jiang Xunye took a sip of tea, a faint smile curving his lips: "Jiang Wenxi... the master of the No. 1 Tan Palace..."

The investigations by the three families ultimately ended in vain. What they didn't know was that Jiang Wenxi's background had already been completely hidden by a system that surpassed current technological levels. Not to mention them, even on a global scale, no top hacker or intelligence organization could find out a single thing about him.

This mystery, like a magnet, intensified the curiosity and desire of Shanghai's elite to explore Jiang Wenxi.

Everyone is looking forward to the auction next weekend, eager to see just how many secrets this mysterious owner of the Dan Palace still holds.

A week later, the Shanghai International Auction House became the focus of Shanghai's top social circles.

The auction house is located in an art center, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the shimmering river and towering skyscrapers. The interior is decorated in champagne gold and dark black, with crystal chandeliers casting dazzling light and shadow, and the air is filled with a subtle blend of champagne and cologne.

Those invited were all prominent figures in Shanghai and heads of major families. Every whisper carried a secret probing and scrutiny.

Fu Yunzhe and his sister Fu Siya sat side by side in the front seats. Fu Yunzhe was still wearing a dark gray suit. His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the armrest of the seat, and his gaze seemed to be sweeping towards the entrance.

Fu Siya was wearing a pink tulle dress, holding an exquisite handbag in her hand, her eyes full of anticipation, peeking out from time to time, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jiang Wenxi.

Ma Yun leaned back in his armchair, two bodyguards in black standing beside him. He fiddled with a limited-edition cufflink, a nonchalant smile on his face, but his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw that familiar figure.

Jiang Xunye sat alone in the corner, holding an auction catalog in his hands, his expression indifferent, as if he were deaf to the noise around him. But if you looked closely, you would find that his eyes had already been locked on the woman who was walking slowly in high heels.

Jiang Wenxi's appearance instantly drew everyone's attention. She wore a black velvet gown that trailed on the ground, outlining her graceful figure. Around her neck was a simple yet luxurious pearl necklace, and her long hair was loosely tied up, revealing her slender, fair neck.

Her pale skin glowed with a lustrous sheen under the crystal chandelier, and her eyes held a detached indifference, yet she possessed an aura that could not be ignored.

"Wenxi, you're here! I knew you'd come!" Fu Siya quickly stepped forward to greet her, her pink tulle dress billowing in the breeze as she walked. Her eyes were full of joy, and her tone was undisguised in her affection.

"Hmm." Jiang Wenxi responded calmly, a very faint smile curving her lips. It wasn't exactly warm, but it was still polite.

No sooner had she finished speaking than a waitress gracefully approached. She wore a well-tailored pale yellow cheongsam with delicate silver thread trim at the collar. Her demeanor was gentle and refined. As she approached Jiang Wenxi, she bowed slightly, her voice soft yet clear: "Hello, are you Miss Jiang Wenxi?"

"It's me." Jiang Wenxi's voice was clear and cold, like a mountain stream.

"Hello, Ms. Jiang. Mr. Li from our auction house has reserved a special seat for you. Please come this way." The waiter stepped aside to show her the way, his gaze respectful and maintaining an appropriate distance.

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The guests, who had been conversing in hushed tones, instinctively stopped talking and turned to look at them in astonishment.

The Shanghai International Auction House has always been of extremely high standard. Even top families like the Fu, Ma, and Jiang families are only given fixed seats according to the level of their invitations. They have never had the privilege of having "exclusive seats reserved for them", let alone having a manager-level waiter personally lead the way.

"The auction house is actually paying so much attention to her!" A middle-aged man in a bespoke suit whispered in the crowd, his voice filled with disbelief.

The lady beside him nodded, her eyes filled with inquiry: "For Mr. Li to personally order her to be reserved a seat, Jiang Wenxi must have an incredible amount of influence. I had only heard that she was the owner of No. 1 Tan Palace, but I never expected that even the auction house would treat her with such courtesy."

Fu Yunzhe, standing not far away, frowned slightly. His Fu family had cooperated with the auction house for many years and had never enjoyed such treatment before. Jiang Wenxi's importance seemed to be even greater than he had anticipated.

Ma Yun raised an eyebrow, her chest rising and falling slightly beneath her burgundy shirt, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes.

Although he may not inherit the family business, he is not a good-for-nothing playboy.

Jiang Xunye's gentle gaze fell on Jiang Wenxi's back, a hint of surprise flashing in his deep eyes before returning to calm.

He knew the auctioneer's personality better than anyone else; he only recognized strength and background. For him to treat Jiang Wenxi with such seriousness, Jiang Wenxi's background must be far beyond imagination.