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Lin Lanfeng pushed open the door and entered, holding a dark blue folder in his hand. His expression was even more solemn than when he was in the conference room.

He walked to his desk, gently placed the documents down, and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Boss, we've got the details of that piece of land in the northwest district figured out."

Lin Lanfeng's voice carried a hint of weariness, a natural reaction to long-term tension, but the glint in his eyes remained undiminished. "The situation is more complicated than expected. That piece of land isn't under the name of any well-known real estate developer, but rather in the hands of a shell company called Hongtu Entertainment."

"Hongtu Entertainment?" Bai Jingyou turned around, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Judging from the name, it sounds like a money laundering scheme."

"More or less." Lin Lanfeng pulled up the equity penetration chart on his tablet, drew a complex red line on the screen with his finger, and finally pointed to a name that did not appear directly in the business registration information, but was in an absolute controlling position.

"The actual controller of this company is Li He, the eldest son of the Li family."

Upon hearing this name, Bai Jingyou's lips curled into a playful smile.

Li He.

As a time traveler who had thoroughly read the original work, he was very familiar with this name.

In the original novel, if Shen Wanshan is a spoiled spendthrift, then Li He is a complete mad dog.

Arrogant, conceited, and fond of grandiose achievements, in order to pursue the so-called commoner goddess Lin Ruyu, he did not hesitate to use hundreds of billions of his family's funds to build a city for love, ultimately dragging the Li family into a quagmire.

Of course, Lin Ruyu is now out of the game, but that doesn't stop Li He from continuing his reckless march down the road to destruction.

"The Li family..." Bai Jingyou walked to his desk and sat down, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface. "This is getting interesting. That woman Ye Lingqing, she really didn't have good intentions. She knew this land was in Li He's hands, so she deliberately tried to pass this hot potato to me."

"Boss, the Li family and the Shen family are different," Lin Lanfeng analyzed in a deep voice. "The Shen family started out in the gray industry, so their foundation is inherently shady. That's why we can use the accounts to crush them. But the Li family started out in heavy industry and energy, with deep roots and abundant cash flow. Although Li He has a bad reputation, he has the entire Li Group behind him. If we forcibly take this land, it might provoke a backlash from the Li family patriarch."

"Who said we were going to forcibly take it?"

Bai Jingyou chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair, his eyes revealing the composure of a hunter watching his prey fall into his trap. "Uncle Lin, what do you think Li He is planning to do with this land?"

"According to the investigation, he wants to build the largest supercar club and private racetrack in all of Asia." Lin Lanfeng's tone was tinged with helplessness. "Although the land is desolate, the terrain is flat, which is indeed suitable for sports cars to run wild. However, this kind of project has no commercial value other than burning money."

"He's a spendthrift, all he does is enjoy the thrill of burning money." Bai Jingyou shook his head. "But Li He must be having a tough time lately, right?"

Lin Lanfeng paused for a moment, then quickly searched his memory for information about the Li family: "The Li family patriarch has been unwell recently and is gradually relinquishing power. Although Li He is the eldest son, he also has two shrewd and capable illegitimate younger brothers. I heard that the patriarch gave each of them a startup fund of 1 billion yuan, and whoever has the highest return within a year will be able to enter the core of the group."

“That’s right.” Bai Jingyou snapped his fingers. “Li He is getting anxious. Although he’s arrogant, he’s not stupid. He knows he can’t compete with his two younger brothers. So he desperately needs a big project to prove himself.”

At this point, Bai Jingyou stood up, walked to the huge map of the capital, and fixed his gaze on the wasteland in the northwest corner.

In the original timeline, Li He did indeed make a big move at this point. However, he didn't build any racetrack. Instead, he was tricked by an overseas financial fraud gang into mortgaging the land to invest in a so-called "Metaverse Virtual City" project.

The project was set to collapse in three days. Li He not only lost 1 billion yuan, but also incurred huge debts. In the end, the matter was only settled after Old Master Li broke his leg.

"Uncle Lin," Bai Jingyou turned around, a calculating glint in his eyes, "Find out where Li He is tonight."

Although Lin Lanfeng couldn't keep up with his boss's leaps of thought, his execution ability was top-notch. He quickly tapped a few buttons on his phone and soon gave an answer: "At Yuncheng Mansion. There's a private charity gala there tonight, which is actually a wealth contest among the second-generation rich kids in Beijing. I heard Li He is going to announce his grand plan there tonight."

"Great." Bai Jingyou picked up his coat from the hanger and casually draped it over his shoulders. "Get the car ready. Let's go join the fun."

"Boss, we don't have an invitation," Lin Lanfeng reminded him.

"In this city, as long as you hold something that others want, that's the best invitation." Bai Jingyou straightened his cuffs. "Besides, I'm going to save his life. He should be kneeling to greet me."

……

Yuncheng Mansion.

This is the den of extravagance for the capital's top playboys. In the magnificent banquet hall, champagne towers are piled higher than people, and the air is filled with the smell of expensive perfumes and the stench of money decaying.

Li He, dressed in an extravagant burgundy suit and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, stood in the center of the stage, holding a microphone and spitting saliva with a flushed face.

"Listen up, everyone! Traditional real estate is dead! The internet is obsolete! What's the future trend? It's virtual assets! It's the metaverse!"

Li He waved his arms wildly, like a frenzied pyramid scheme lecturer, "I've already contacted the top technical team in Europe, and we're going to build the world's first holographic projection city that never sleeps on this land! If you invest now, your assets will be ten times what they were by this time next year!"

The group of rich kids sitting below the stage looked at each other, some with disdain, others with blank expressions.

Although they didn't understand anything about the metaverse, the words "tenfold return" were still very tempting.

"Young Master Li, is your project reliable? Or is it just another PPT scam?" A young man with dyed yellow hair asked sarcastically from the crowd.

He was the second young master of the Wang family, and he couldn't stand Li He's nouveau riche attitude.

"Bullshit!" Li He roared, slamming his wine glass to the ground. "My project has international guarantees! And I've already mortgaged that piece of land in the Northwest, securing 3 billion in start-up capital! Do you think I'm the kind of person who can't afford to take risks?"

"Three billion?"

A clear voice suddenly rang out from the banquet hall entrance, piercing through the noisy music and reaching everyone's ears clearly, "Young Master Li, you have quite the boldness. However, if this 3 billion goes down the drain, Old Master Li might break your other leg too, right?"

The once noisy banquet hall instantly fell silent.

All eyes turned to the doorway.

The door was wide open, and Bai Jingyou, dressed in a well-tailored black casual suit, strolled in with his hands in his pockets.

Chen Mo followed half a step behind him, expressionless, like a demon god.

Lin Lanfeng, carrying a briefcase, still maintained his refined yet ruthless elite demeanor.

"Baek Kyung-woo?!"

Li He squinted at the young man who had recently become very popular in the capital.

He was no stranger to Bai Jingyou, after all, the news of the Shen family's downfall was still trending on social media.

But in Li He's eyes, Bai Jingyou was just a lucky nouveau riche, incomparable to scions of respectable families like theirs.

"You're not welcome here." Li He sneered, looking down at Bai Jingyou. "This is a private party. A dog without an invitation, even if it bites Shen Zhenyang to death, doesn't deserve to enter this door."

A low chuckle came from the surrounding area.

In this circle, xenophobia is an instinct.

Bai Jingyou wasn't angry, and he didn't even stop walking.

He walked straight to an empty sofa and sat down. Chen Mo immediately went over and poured him a glass of red wine.

"Young Master Li, you're being too polite." Bai Jingyou swirled his wine glass, the red liquid forming elegant arcs on the glass. "I'm not just here for the party, I'm here to give you money."

"Giving away money?" Li He scoffed. "What, Mr. Bai, you also want to invest in my project? Too bad, the entry fee starts at fifty million. Your Deep Blue Technology just swallowed the Shen family, do you still have any cash flow?"

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood."

Bai Jingyou put down his wine glass, raised his head, and his eyes were as calm as a bottomless lake. "I'm not interested in your PPT project. I'm here to buy the debt on your land."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Buying debt? That's like pointing a finger at Li He and saying: Your project is doomed to fail, and I'll be there to collect your corpse.

Li He's face instantly turned ashen, and the veins on his neck bulged: "Bai Jingyou! You fucking cursed me?!"

"Whether it's cursing you or not, you know in your heart." Bai Jingyou waved at Lin Lanfeng.

Lin Lanfeng pushed up his glasses, pulled a document from his briefcase, walked onto the stage, and slammed it directly onto the podium in front of Li He.

"Young Master Li, this is a background check on the top European technology team you've been working with." Lin Lanfeng's voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing. "This company, called Future Vision, is registered in the Cayman Islands, and its actual controller is an international fraudster named Charles."

"What?!"

The rich kids in the audience instantly erupted in chaos, and several who were originally planning to pay were terrified.

Li He stared intently at the document, his hands beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

He abruptly flipped through several pages, staring at the detailed chain of evidence, his face turning from ashen to deathly pale.

The funds have already been transferred... It was 3 billion yuan that he raised by mortgaging the land and even misappropriating part of the family's trust fund!

"This...this is fake! This must be fake!" Li He roared hysterically, tearing the document to shreds. "Bai Jingyou! You're trying to frame me by fabricating evidence? Believe me, you won't leave this house alive!"

"The truth cannot be hidden, and falsehood cannot be made true."

Bai Jingyou stood up, straightened his clothes, and said indifferently, "That Charles is already on a flight to South America. If Young Master Li calls the police now, perhaps the funds can be frozen before the plane lands. Of course, that's assuming you have the guts to let Old Master Li know about the stupid thing you've done."

Li He seemed to have all his strength drained away, collapsing onto the podium.

Call the police? If the police are called, the matter will escalate, and his embezzlement and fraud will be exposed.

Forget about inheritance rights; he might even be kicked out of the family.

"What do you want..." Li He raised his head, his eyes no longer filled with the arrogance of before, but only with despair and fear.

Bai Jingyou walked down from the stage and looked up at this once arrogant young master.

"It's very simple."

Bai Jingyou extended a hand, gesturing for you to proceed. His smile was gentle yet cruel. "Sign the transfer contract for that land. As for the price... let's say half of your mortgaged value. I'll cover half of that 3 billion yuan hole. You'll have to figure out the other half yourself. But at least this will preserve your title as the eldest son of the Li family, won't it?"

50% off.

This is blatant robbery.

But everyone present could tell that this was Li He's only lifeline at the moment.

Li He gritted his teeth so hard that his lips bled.

Looking at Bai Jingyou's young yet chilling face, he finally understood why Shen Zhenyang had lost so miserably.

This isn't a nouveau riche; this is clearly a monster who devours people without spitting out the bones.

"Sign..." Li He squeezed the word out from his throat, as if spitting out a mouthful of poisonous blood, "I sign."

Bai Jingyou nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Lin Lanfeng: "Uncle Lin, draft the contract. Also, get Young Master Li a bottle of the best Louis XIII to calm his nerves."