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The air in the conference room seemed to have solidified into glue, so thick that it was hard to breathe.

The trembling hand raised by the minority shareholder was like a signal, instantly shattering the last line of defense that the Jiang family had painstakingly maintained.

Immediately afterwards, whispers spread like a tide.

"40% off...it's a bit low, but it's cash."

"Exactly, if the court seizes it tomorrow, there won't be a trace left."

"Chairman Jiang, perhaps... you could reconsider?"

The shareholders, who had initially been mindful of the Jiang family's authority, completely dropped their masks in the face of the fear of bankruptcy.

The way they looked at Old Master Jiang was no longer one of awe, but rather one of coercion.

Jiang Han clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, drawing blood.

He stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor with a piercing shriek.

"You bunch of ingrates! The Jiang family has always treated you well, and now you're so eager to sell the company?!" Jiang Han's eyes were bloodshot, like a trapped beast. "40% off! That's billions in losses! That's the hard work of three generations of the Jiang family!"

"Young Master, you can't say that," a director wearing thick-rimmed glasses said coldly. "Sentimentality won't put food on the table. These days, banks only care about money, not people. If you can come up with 3 billion in cash, we'll have no objections. If you can't, then don't stop us from cutting our losses."

"You!" Jiang Han was speechless with anger, her chest heaving violently.

That's enough.

An aged yet still powerful voice interrupted the farce.

Grandpa Jiang slowly opened his eyes. His once shrewd eyes, now filled with weariness, looked past everyone and went straight to Bai Jingyou, who was sitting at the end of the long table.

Bai Jingyou was looking down at his phone, seemingly replying to a message. Sensing the gaze, he looked up, a polite smile playing on his lips, as if the "four-fold discount" he had just mentioned hadn't come from him.

"Young Master Bai," Old Master Jiang's voice was hoarse, "we can sell it at a 40% discount. But I have one condition to add."

"Grandpa!" Jiang Han turned around in disbelief.

Grandpa Jiang raised his hand to stop his grandson, his gaze still fixed on Bai Jingyou: "Besides the cash transaction, I want DeepBlue Technology to issue a public statement that this acquisition is a strategic cooperation, and... you must help Jiang's stabilize the stock price of the remaining shares."

This is to leverage Bai Jingyou's influence to give the Jiang family a final breath.

Bai Jingyou tapped his fingers lightly on the table, but did not answer immediately. The conference room was deathly silent, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall.

About half a minute later, Bai Jingyou smiled.

"Sir, are you perhaps mistaken about something?"

Bai Jingyou leaned forward, his hands clasped on the table, his tone as gentle as if chatting with a neighbor: "I'm buying scrap metal now, not doing charity. Helping you stabilize your stock price? Did I go through all that trouble to drive the stock price down just to hear a ripple?"

Grandpa Jiang's face turned pale.

"However..." Bai Jingyou changed the subject, "The statement can be issued. After all, those plots of land and shopping malls will belong to Bai from now on, and I hope the public opinion environment will be better. As for whether the stock price can be stabilized, that depends on whether the market buys into it, I can't make any guarantees."

This is the bottom line.

Old Master Jiang closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time. He knew he had no bargaining chips left. He was at the mercy of others.

"Wen Yuan," the old man seemed to have all his energy drained away in an instant, "Let's draft the contract."

"Grandpa! Don't sign! Don't sign this!" Jiang Han rushed to the old man, grabbing his arm. "If we can just hold on for a few more days, maybe..."

"Snapped!"

Another slap, harder and louder than the one in the study.

Jiang Han was knocked to the side, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

"Shut up!" Old Master Jiang roared, his chest heaving violently, clearly enraged. "Support? Support with what? With your mouth?! If you hadn't insisted on provoking Bai Jingyou in the first place, the Jiang family wouldn't be in this state today!"

Jiang Han covered her face, frozen in place.

The cold, mocking gazes of the surrounding shareholders felt like needles pricking him.

At that moment, he felt his self-esteem had been thrown to the ground and repeatedly crushed.

Half an hour later.

The printer ejects warm contract paper.

Bai Jingyou picked up his pen and signed his name smoothly in the "Party B" section.

Then, he pushed the contract and pen in front of Jiang Han.

"Young Master Jiang, as the nominal CEO of the group, you'll have to sign this." Bai Jingyou looked at Jiang Han with a playful expression.

Jiang Han stared intently at the contract; every single clause on it was a pillar of shame for the Jiang family.

"Sign it, young master," Jiang Wenyuan advised in a low voice, handing over the inkpad. "As long as the green hills remain, there's always firewood to burn."

Jiang Han's hands trembled. He raised his head, staring at Bai Jingyou with venomous eyes, and said through gritted teeth, "Bai Jingyou, I'll remember this debt. The Jiang family isn't completely wiped out yet, so don't be too smug."

"I'm always here for you." Bai Jingyou shrugged indifferently. "But next time, remember to save up your capital first."

Jiang Han took a deep breath, grabbed a pen, and fiercely scribbled his name on the contract.

The force penetrated the back of the paper, even tearing it.

With that distorted signature falling, the Jiang family's core commercial real estate sector officially changed hands.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Bai Jingyou stood up, straightened his perfectly wrinkle-free suit, and gestured for Chen Mo to put the contract away.

He didn't shake Jiang Han's hand because he didn't deserve it.

As he reached the door, Bai Jingyou suddenly stopped and turned to look at the mournful-looking crowd.

"By the way, just a reminder to everyone," Bai Jingyou pointed out the window, "that hole in the logistics park in the west of the city should be filled in as soon as possible. I heard there's been a lot of rain lately, and if it collapses again, even if the Jiang family is just an empty shell, they probably won't be able to save it."

After saying that, he walked out of the conference room without looking back.

Behind me, I heard the sound of a teacup being smashed.

……

Stepping out of the Jiang Group building, the sunlight outside was a bit dazzling.

Chen Mo followed closely behind, clutching the briefcase tightly in his arms as if he were holding the whole world.

"Boss, Mr. Feng just sent me a message," Chen Mo said in a low voice. "He said the stock market is already reacting. Although the news of the Jiang family selling assets stopped the market from hitting the daily limit down, market confidence has collapsed. Should we take this opportunity to buy some more?"

"No need." Bai Jingyou got into the back seat of the Maybach, rolled down the window, and lit a cigarette. "Don't bite off more than you can chew. The Jiang family is like a mad dog on its last legs; if pushed too far, it'll really bite. Keeping them around sets an example for the rest of Beijing."

As long as the Jiang family is alive, everyone who sees their miserable state will remember Deep Blue Technology's methods. This is more intimidating than simply wiping out the Jiang family.

"And these assets..."

"Transform the Chengnan Shopping Mall into a high-end digital experience center, making it DeepBlue Technology's offline flagship store." Bai Jingyou exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes becoming profound. "As for those residential plots, contact Li He and have his family develop them. Tell him I need to recoup my investment as quickly as possible."

"Understood." Chen Mo nodded and took notes, then asked with some confusion, "Boss, we have plenty of cash flow in our accounts, why are we in such a hurry to get funds back?"

Bai Jingyou turned his head and looked at the street scene rushing past the window.

"Because we're going to burn money in even farther places."

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

The phone was answered after two rings, and a steady, middle-aged male voice came from the other end, tinged with admiration: "Young Master Bai, you've acted swiftly. I just saw the news; the Jiang family has given up all their core assets."

He is Chen He, the head of the Chen family.

"Mr. Chen, you flatter me. It's just a small business deal," Bai Jingyou said casually. "Now that the area in front of my house is clean, can we fulfill our previous agreement?"

A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"Of course. I, Chen He, keep my word. I've already made arrangements for the shipping routes in Southeast Asia. Next Wednesday, a cargo ship is heading to Malacca; that's your 'ticket'." Chen He paused, his tone becoming serious. "However, Young Master Bai, I must remind you. It's not like Beijing there. There are no rules there, only life and death. Someone of Jiang Han's caliber wouldn't even qualify to survive the first episode."

"That would be best." Bai Jingyou stubbed out his cigarette, a cold glint in his eyes. "In China, we have to worry about table manners, but in international waters... I'd like to experience what it's like to break the rules."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Jingyou looked at Chen Mo.

"Notify Lin Lanfeng that the multilingual version of the Deep Blue System must be launched this week."

"Also," Bai Jingyou paused, "book me two plane tickets to Kuala Lumpur. We're going out to sea next Wednesday."

Chen Mo tightened his grip on the steering wheel, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes: "Okay, boss. By the way, Young Master Li has been asking in the group chat whether we should have a celebration banquet tonight. He said he booked the biggest private room at Heaven on Earth and invited all the second-generation rich kids in Beijing."

Bai Jingyou rubbed his temples. He had originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought that the Jiang family had just fallen, and if he didn't show up at this time, it would make him seem guilty.

"Tell him I'm going." Bai Jingyou's lips curled into a playful smile. "But tell him not to get involved in any of that messy stuff. Tonight, I'm meeting with some friends who run businesses."

Even a centipede, though dead, does not stiffen.

Although Jiang Han signed the document, his vengeful nature meant he would never let the matter rest.

Since the battlefield is to be moved overseas, the foundation in the capital must be as solid as an iron barrel before leaving.

Tonight's banquet is less a victory celebration and more a grand spectacle of his rise to fame in the capital.

As the car drove onto the overpass, the distant CBD reflected a golden glow in the setting sun.

The era of the Jiang family has come to an end.

The deep-sea era, belonging to DeepBlue Technology, has only just begun.