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Outside the gate of the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau, a black Audi A8 was parked silently in the shadows by the roadside.

At three in the morning, Beijing still exudes a sense of weariness after the hustle and bustle.

The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, elongating the figure walking out of the police station.

Jiang Han's silver-gray haute couture suit was now wrinkled beyond recognition, and his once meticulously combed slicked-back hair was now disheveled and hanging over his forehead, obscuring his gloomy and bloodshot eyes.

He clutched a decision to grant bail pending trial tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped out.

The man had a refined appearance, but his eyes revealed an undeniable coldness.

He is Jiang Wenyuan, the chief lawyer of the Jiang family and a confidant of Old Master Jiang.

"Get in the car, young master." Jiang Wenyuan's voice was flat and emotionless, as if he were dealing with a troublesome piece of junk rather than picking up his young master.

Jiang Han swayed, as if remembering something, and suddenly grabbed Jiang Wenyuan's arm, his voice hoarse: "Uncle Wen, that report... who submitted it? Was it Bai Jingyou? Was it that bastard?!"

Jiang Wenyuan gently brushed Jiang Han's hand away, his movements elegant yet clearly distant: "Young Master, there's no point in dwelling on this now. To clear you of the money laundering suspicion, the Old Master pulled two strings and even gave up the development rights to that piece of land in the west of the city to appease the higher-ups. The Jiang family has truly lost face this time."

"The land in the west of the city..." Jiang Han's pupils suddenly contracted.

That was the core asset the Jiang family had been building up over three years, worth billions! Just like that... gone?

"The old man asked me to pass on a message to you." Jiang Wenyuan opened the car door and gestured for you to enter. "Until you learn to act like a hunter instead of a brute, you don't need to get involved in the family business for the time being. Starting tomorrow, you will be going to inspect the overseas branches. Without orders, you are not allowed to return to Beijing."

"Exiled? Grandpa wants to exile me?!" Jiang Han's eyes widened in disbelief. "Just because of Bai Jingyou? I won't accept this! I want to see Grandpa! That brat tricked me! He tricked me!"

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap echoed across the quiet street.

Jiang Wenyuan withdrew his hand, adjusted his glasses, and said calmly, "Young Master, this slap was for the Old Master. A loss is a loss. In Beijing, if you get tricked, you can only blame your own stupidity. Making a scene will only make people think the Jiang family can't accept defeat."

Jiang Han covered her face, frozen in place.

The humiliation that seeped into my bones was a million times more unbearable than being interrogated like a criminal in the interrogation room.

He gritted his teeth and climbed into the back seat of the car.

The car window slowly rolled up, blocking out the view from the outside world.

In the darkness, Jiang Han stared intently at the fleeting street scenes outside the window, his eyes brimming with resentment.

Bai Jingyou.

He chewed up those three words and swallowed them, letting them rot along with his flesh and blood.

……

Shortly after Jiang Han left, another police car sped towards an old residential area in the south of the city.

"Don't move! Police!"

The door to the dilapidated rental house was forcibly broken open.

The third brother, who was about to jump out of the back window, was pinned to the ground by two special police officers. His cheek was scraped off the cold cement floor.

"I'm innocent! I'm innocent!" the third brother screamed hoarsely, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. "It was Fourth Master! Zhao Hongtu made me do it! I was just a laborer! I didn't know anything about the building materials!"

"Zhao Hongtu?" The officer in charge sneered, picking up a fake ledger that had just been seized from the table. "Zhao Hongtu went to Australia for medical treatment a long time ago. The exit record shows that his flight was at 11 pm last night. Now, your name is on the change of legal representative record for the entire Yujing Haoting project. The signatures on the purchase of this batch of substandard building materials are also yours."

The third brother was jolted, and his mind went blank.

He remembered the night before last, when Zhao Hongtu suddenly invited him to drink. It was the first time in ten years that Fourth Master had invited him to drink.

When he was drunk, Zhao Hongtu took out a stack of documents for him to sign. He said they were equity transfer agreements for year-end dividends, so that he could become a small shareholder and enjoy the good life with Fourth Master.

He was so grateful that he signed the document without even looking at it.

So... that was a death warrant.

"Zhao Hongtu!! You old bastard! You'll die a horrible death!!" The third brother's desperate roar echoed in the corridor, but it could no longer reach the ears of the old man who was already thousands of miles away, holding a glass of champagne to celebrate his new life.

In this brutal business jungle, big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp.

Zhao Hongtu was eaten by Bai Jingyou. In order to survive, he had no choice but to chew up his most trusted brother and spit him out as his last payment for passage.

……

The following afternoon.

The most exclusive private club in Beijing.

The air here is filled with the fragrance of expensive essential oils, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offer views of Beijing's most bustling CBD.

Zhang Yi, wearing a silk bathrobe, lay lazily on the massage bed, while two technicians massaged her back with just the right amount of pressure.

On the other bed next to it, a woman with a cool and aloof demeanor was lying on the bed.

With her eyes closed, her features were exquisitely beautiful; it was Ye Lingqing.

"That feels good..." Zhang Yi let out a satisfied sigh, turned her head to look at Ye Lingqing, her eyes and brows filled with an undisguised smile, "Lingqing, I really have to thank you this time. If you hadn't pushed Bai Jingyou, this big shot, onto me, I would never have been able to snatch food from the Jiang family in my entire life."

Ye Lingqing slowly opened her eyes, her gaze clear yet unfathomable. "Judging from your tone, you profited quite a bit from this Zhao family's asset restructuring?"

"It's more than just a lot!" Zhang Yi waved away the technician, sat up, picked up the red wine next to her, took a sip, and her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Bai Jingyou is simply a madman, and a genius! Do you know how much of a mess he left for the Jiang family? All those debts and legal disputes were cleverly isolated by that one-tenth of the acquisition contract. And now, those key plots of land belonging to the Zhao family have landed cleanly under the name of Deep Blue Technology, and as the investor's representative, I've made this much just from handling fees and bridge fees."

She held up five fingers.

Fifty million.

This was just one night's work.

Ye Lingqing didn't show much surprise, she just smiled faintly: "Bai Jingyou never does anything that doesn't make him money. The fact that you were able to earn this money means that you're just a high-level employee in this scheme."

"So what if I'm just a wage earner? I'd be laughing in my sleep working for a god of wealth like this." Zhang Yi didn't seem to care, but instead looked Ye Lingqing up and down with interest. "But speaking of which, Lingqing, how did you end up taking a liking to this guy? I remember you've always been picky. So many talented young men in the capital were lining up to pursue you, but you didn't even give them a second glance."

"You've taken a liking to him?" Ye Lingqing shook her head, lay back down on the bed, her voice somewhat unsteady, "I just see a dangerous yet alluring quality in him."

"What traits?"

"He has no sense of awe," Ye Lingqing said softly. "Whether it's the established powerful family like the Jiang family, or the rough-and-tumble Zhao Hongtu, or even the so-called rules, in his eyes, these are just data and pawns to be used. A person like this will either become a powerful figure of the era, or... die without a burial place."

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, then shivered: "Don't scare me. I'm in the same boat as him now."

"Don't worry." Ye Lingqing's lips curled into a playful smile. "At least for now, he's the sharpest knife. Now that you've got the handle, don't be afraid of cutting yourself. But... you still have to be careful, lest one day he sells you out and you end up like that fool Li He, happily counting the money for him."

When Li He was mentioned, the two looked at each other and burst out laughing at the same time.

The laughter carried a hint of pity for the young master of a powerful family who had been completely manipulated.

……

The top floor of DeepBlue Technology Building.

Bai Jingyou stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling traffic below.

The sunlight shone on him, but it couldn't penetrate the abyss in his eyes.

Chen Mo stood respectfully behind him, holding a newly compiled asset list in his hand.

"Boss, the asset transfer of the Zhao Group has been completed. The property certificates for those plots of land have been locked in the company's safe. In addition, although the Jiang family has bailed Jiang Han out, they have suffered heavy losses this time, with losses in the stock market exceeding one billion yuan. They shouldn't have the energy to cause us trouble in the short term."

"In the short term?" Bai Jingyou turned around, took the list from Chen Mo, flipped through it casually, and then threw it on the table like trash. "Chen Mo, you underestimate the foundation of these old families. Jiang Han is just a spoiled good-for-nothing, but his grandfather, Old Master Jiang, is a real tiger who has eaten people."

"Then we..." Chen Mo hesitated.

"Since we've already torn off all pretenses, don't expect us to shake hands and make peace again." Bai Jingyou walked to the leather chair behind his desk, sat down, interlaced his fingers, and rested them on his chin. "The Zhao family is a juicy piece of meat, but it's not enough to satisfy my appetite. Since the Jiang family has given up that piece of land in the west of the city..."

His gaze fell on a map of Beijing on the table, and he lightly tapped the area marked in red with his finger.

"Then let's give them a hand and make this land a little more valuable."

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat. Having followed Bai Jingyou for so long, he was all too familiar with that expression.

Whenever the boss flashes that seemingly gentle but actually calculating smile, it means someone else is about to suffer.

"Boss, what do you mean?"

"I heard that Feng Rui is very interested in the logistics hub project in the west of the city recently?" Bai Jingyou suddenly changed the subject.

"Yes, Mr. Feng has already contacted the relevant departments."

"Let's invite President Feng to dinner." Bai Jingyou closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and said in a lazy and casual voice, "Just say that I have a special medical report about the land that the Jiang family gave away, and I want to give it to him as a favor."

Chen Mo's pupils contracted slightly.

That piece of land was given away by the Jiang family to help Jiang Han. Although it is no longer in the Jiang family's hands, it has been taken over by an official with a strong background.

If there's a problem with that piece of land...

This is hardly a favor; it's clearly an attempt to use Feng Rui to rub salt into the still-healing wounds of the Jiang family!

one stone two bird.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Chen Mo bowed slightly and left the office.

The office returned to silence.

Bai Jingyou opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, and gently tapped his fingers on the armrest.

"Grandpa Jiang, now that you've gotten your grandson out of trouble, isn't this tuition fee a bit too much?"