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Bai Qing left very decisively.

Just as she arrived, she was swift and decisive, leaving behind nothing but the lingering scent of perfume and the unsettling silhouette that gave countless bigwigs in the capital a headache.

"No matter how complicated the situation at the Huajing meeting tonight is, remember one thing."

Before leaving, Bai Qing put on her well-tailored trench coat and said to Bai Jingyou, who was drinking porridge, "You're going to be a director, not a servant. If anyone dares to use their seniority to pressure you, just throw Deep Blue Technology's financial report in their face."

Bai Jingyou took a bite of the fried egg and mumbled a reply, "Okay, sis."

"Alright, let's go."

The door slammed shut.

Bai Jingyou put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue, and elegantly wiped his mouth.

The room returned to silence, with only the sound of the wind outside the window.

He got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the black car downstairs slowly drive out of the community and merge into the bustling main road.

The older sister has her own battlefield, and he has his own game of chess.

"Chen Mo." Bai Jingyou took out his phone and dialed a number. "Is the car ready?"

"Boss, they're already downstairs."

"Let's go and see the real top stars in Beijing."

……

The Golden Hall of the Beijing Hotel.

This is a landmark building that has existed since the last century. Although it is not as magnificent and extravagant as Yuncheng Mansion, every brick and tile here exudes a heavy sense of history.

Those who can host banquets here are never nouveau riche, but rather the real economic giants who control the economic lifeline of this city.

Huajing Meeting.

This name, which may be unheard of by ordinary people, is a synonym for power in Beijing's business circles.

There was no media, no red carpet, and not even a hostess at the entrance.

Only two rows of security personnel dressed in black suits and wearing headsets scrutinized everyone who tried to approach with eyes like hawks.

A black Maybach slowly came to a stop at the bottom of the steps.

Chen Mo got out of the car and opened the back door.

Bai Jingyou stepped out.

Tonight he wore a dark gray custom-made suit without a tie, and the collar was slightly open, revealing the line of his collarbone.

Compared to his usual serious business demeanor, he now resembled a noble young master arriving for an appointment, exuding a dangerous aura amidst his languidness.

He had just stopped when a red Ferrari next to him turned off its engine.

The car door opened, and a pair of extremely high heels landed on the ground first.

Next, a long, straight leg was faintly visible beneath the slit of the evening gown.

Zhang Yi.

She was taking off her sunglasses, and her eyes, with their delicate eyeliner, were scrutinizing Bai Jingyou from head to toe.

"Hey, isn't this Young Master Bai?"

Zhang Yi casually tossed the car keys to the valet, the motion as practiced as throwing away trash. "What's this? You just swallowed up the Shen family, then swindled the Li family, and now you have the leisure to come to this old folks' club for tea?"

Her tone carried three parts teasing and seven parts probing.

When the Shen family fell from power, she got a share of the spoils, which gave her a taste of success.

But what happened with Li He yesterday made her feel a deep sense of apprehension towards Bai Jingyou, her ally.

Bai Jingyou smiled, put his hands in his pockets, and was not annoyed by the other party's sarcastic tone.

"What do you mean by 'scam' by saying that, Mr. Zhang?" Bai Jingyou walked to Zhang Yi's side, and the two stood side by side. "I was helping Young Master Li minimize his losses. I was also contributing to Beijing's GDP."

"Oh."

Zhang Yi rolled her eyes, took out a slender cigarette from her handbag, and was about to light it when she glanced at the serious security guards around her and reluctantly put it away.

"Fifteen billion, to buy that godforsaken wasteland." Zhang Yi turned her head, lowered her voice, but her eyes were sharp as knives. "Bai Jingyou, tell me the inside story. Have you received some inside information? Is there going to be a big move from above?"

Hongye Capital has a vast network of information throughout Beijing, but regarding that piece of land in the northwest, they have assessed it many times, and the conclusion is always that it's a dead end.

But Bai Jingyou bought it anyway.

Not only did they buy it, they also made that fool Li He extremely grateful.

If this isn't considered extraordinary, then it can only mean that Bai Jingyou holds a trump card that no one else can see.

"President Zhang," Bai Jingyou didn't answer directly, but turned to look at her, his gaze clear, "what do you think is most important to a businessman?"

"Nonsense, of course it's money." Zhang Yi said without hesitation.

"No." Bai Jingyou shook his head, pointing to his temple. "It's about vision."

"..." Zhang Yi's lips twitched. "Don't play dumb with me. I haven't even finished digesting that piece of meat from the Shen family yet. If you make any big moves again without me, I'll turn on you."

"rest assured."

Bai Jingyou reached out and straightened Zhang Yi's expensive shawl, his movements impeccably gentlemanly, but his words were laced with the stench of money: "As long as Ms. Zhang's wallet is full enough, Deep Blue Technology's doors will always be open for you. After all, who would turn down money?"

Zhang Yi stared at Bai Jingyou for a few seconds.

She used to think this guy was an easy-going rich kid, but later she realized he was a ruthless character with some tricks up his sleeve.

Now?

She couldn't see through it.

This man, several years younger than her, stood there like a bottomless ancient well; if you threw a stone in, you wouldn't even hear an echo.

"Fine." Zhang Yi slapped Bai Jingyou's hand away, put the sunglasses that covered half her face back on, and said, "As long as there's money to be made, I'd even call you 'Dad,' let alone turn against you. Let's go, Young Master Bai, tonight's game isn't going to be easy."

After saying that, she naturally took Bai Jingyou's arm.

In this circle, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

Since Bai Jingyou is currently riding the wave of opportunity, Zhang Yi is determined to be the one riding on his coattails and making money.

Bai Jingyou glanced down at the hand in his arm and did not refuse.

Bringing in the female boss of Hongye Capital is itself a demonstration of power.

The two climbed the steps.

The security guards at the entrance checked the two people's invitations, and their originally cold and hard expressions instantly turned into extremely respectful ones. They bowed and gestured for them to enter.

The heavy mahogany door was slowly pushed open.

A complex aroma, a blend of expensive cigars, aged red wine, and old wood, wafted over.

The hall was not as noisy as I had imagined.

The crystal chandelier emitted a soft glow, and small groups of people gathered together, chatting quietly.

There was no nouveau riche drinking and clamor here; everyone spoke at just the right volume, and their every move exuded a restrained elegance.

The moment Bai Jingyou and Zhang Yi appeared.

The hall, where people had been talking in hushed tones, fell silent for a moment.

Dozens of eyes were cast upon them from all directions.

There was scrutiny, curiosity, disdain, and hostility.

"It seems you're more famous than I thought." Zhang Yi leaned slightly closer to Bai Jingyou, her red lips parted slightly, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "See that bald old man on the left? That's Chairman Wang of the Construction Group. He was originally eyeing that piece of land in Lihe, wanting to use it as a building materials storage yard. You thwarted his plan, and now he probably wants to eat you alive."

Bai Jingyou followed her gaze.

Sure enough, a portly middle-aged man was staring at him with a gloomy face, his knuckles white as he gripped the wine glass in his hand.

Bai Jingyou not only didn't dodge, but instead smiled and raised his hand, waving hello to Chairman Wang from afar.

That attitude was extremely arrogant.

Chairman Wang's face instantly turned green. He snorted coldly and turned away.

"Are you crazy?" Zhang Yi pinched his arm. "That's a local bully. You've just arrived and you've already made enemies?"

"A local bully?" Bai Jingyou chuckled, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "I've got all the land in my hands. Even if he's a dragon, he'll have to coil up before me."

He didn't come tonight to make friends.

They're here to set the rules.

"President Bai."

Just then, a gentle and refined voice came from deep within the crowd.

The crowd automatically parted to form a path.

An elderly man in a Zhongshan suit, with gray hair but a sprightly appearance, came out.

He was holding two walnuts in his hand, with a kind smile on his face, looking like any retired old man you could see in a park.

"Click, click."

Two walnuts with a thick patina and a jade-like color collided in the palm of the hand, producing a crisp and rhythmic sound.

The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess some kind of magic, instantly drowning out the hushed conversations in the hall.

The crowd parted to the sides like a tide, making way for a wide passage.

The old man's steps were not fast, even somewhat slow, but with each step he took, the bigwigs around him would bow slightly, their faces plastered with humble smiles that bordered on obsequiousness.

"Master Zhao the Fourth".

"Fourth Master, you've arrived."

Zhao Hongtu is a living fossil of Beijing's business circles and the executive vice president of Huajing Club.

Rumor has it that if he stomped his foot in Beijing, half of the building materials market would shut down for three days.

Bai Jingyou stood still, one hand in his pocket, calmly watching the old man walking towards him.

He could feel that Zhang Yi's breathing had become noticeably more rapid, and the hand holding his arm had unconsciously tightened.

"He's a tough nut to crack." Zhang Yi whispered quickly in his ear, "That old bastard is ruthless and heartless. Even Shen Zhenyang used to have to bow down to him."

Bai Jingyou's lips curled slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Zhao Hongtu stopped three steps away from Bai Jingyou.

Unlike the others, he wasn't dressed in a suit and tie, but rather in a rather ill-fitting gray Zhongshan suit and cloth shoes with thick soles.

His cloudy old eyes narrowed slightly as he looked Bai Jingyou up and down. His gaze was not like that of someone looking at a person, but more like that of someone examining a newly unearthed porcelain piece while browsing Panjiayuan.