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The Imperial Garden, Beijing's premier luxury shopping destination, was unusually quiet tonight.

On weekdays, this place is filled with all kinds of supercars parked in front of it, and the roar of their engines can scare the stray cats on the roadside so much that their fur stands on end.

But right now, the entrance was lined with black executive sedans, and the drivers stood with their hands at their sides, not daring to breathe.

A young man in a floral shirt was pacing back and forth at the door.

It was Li He, the eldest son of the Li family.

"Young Master Li, would you like to come in and sit for a while? It's windy outside." The manager of the Imperial Garden approached cautiously, holding a coat.

"Sit my ass!" Li He glared, pushed his coat aside, and said, "My brother isn't here yet, who dares to sit? Get out of the way and don't block my view."

The manager shrank back in fright and quickly retreated into the shadows.

But he was wondering to himself: This notorious playboy, Young Master Li, usually ignores even his own father's words. What kind of deity is he waiting for today?

Just then, two blinding headlights ripped through the night in the distance.

A black Maybach glided over like a ghost and came to a steady stop at the bottom of the steps.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Li He, who had just been looking anxious, instantly broke into a smile brighter than a chrysanthemum.

He rushed down the steps in two strides, his movements so agile that he didn't seem like a spoiled rich kid whose body had been ruined by alcohol and women. He yanked open the back door of the car.

"Brother! You've finally arrived!" Li He shielded the top of the car door with one hand and held onto the air with the other, his posture so humble it was almost groveling. "Was there a traffic jam on the way? I was thinking of sending a helicopter to pick you up, but I was afraid it would be too noisy and disturb the neighbors."

A shiny leather shoe stepped onto the red carpet.

Bai Jingyou climbed out of the car, straightened his cuffs, and glanced at Li He indifferently: "A helicopter? Do you think the traffic management bureau isn't busy enough, or that the Jiang family isn't collapsing fast enough?"

Li He chuckled, not embarrassed at all, and casually took Bai Jingyou's coat and handed it to Chen Mo beside him: "Brother is right. Keep a low profile, we need to keep a low profile."

Despite saying he wanted to keep a low profile, Li He walked with an air of arrogance, seemingly unapproachable.

Pushing open the door to the "Reign Supreme" VIP box on the top floor, the previously noisy music abruptly stopped.

There were about twenty people sitting in the private room.

The men were dressed in suits and ties, and the women were adorned with jewels.

These people usually act like they own the place in the capital, but now, as Bai Jingyou stepped across the threshold, they all stood up as if they had been choked.

Their movements were so synchronized that someone unfamiliar with the situation might mistake them for soldiers undergoing military training.

An eerie tension filled the air.

No one dared to speak, no one even dared to breathe loudly.

All eyes were on the seemingly gentle and refined young man.

Just yesterday, this man, with a few words and a laugh, dismantled the Jiang family's decades-old foundation, forcing Old Master Jiang to sign a transfer agreement that could be described as a loss of sovereignty and national humiliation.

This isn't a business genius; this is a living devil.

"What are you all standing for?" Bai Jingyou walked to the head of the table, but instead of sitting down, he casually leaned back on the sofa, toying with a crystal ashtray in his hand. "I'm here to drink, not to inspect the troops."

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, wanting to laugh but not daring to, their expressions more unsightly than tears.

"Sit down, sit down! Are you all deaf? My brother is letting you sit!" Li He immediately shouted, trying to intimidate Bai Jingyou, then turned to him with a beaming smile. "Brother, please sit here. This spot has a great view; you can see the entire CBD."

Bai Jingyou sat down, and Chen Mo stood behind him like a door god.

"Let me introduce you all." Li He cleared his throat, picked up a glass of wine, and spoke with an undisguised air of pride. "This is Young Master Bai, the head of Deep Blue Technology. He's also the big brother who made me, Li He, rich. Today's gathering has no other purpose than to welcome Young Master Bai and, incidentally... let everyone get to know him, so that we don't end up regretting it later."

These words were blunt, but no one present found them offensive.

In the capital, strength is the rule.

A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked over unsteadily, holding a wine glass. He was the third son of the Wang family, whose family was in the import and export trade and had previously been quite close to the Jiang family.

"Young Master Bai... Young Master Bai." Old Wang's palms were sweaty, and the red wine in his glass was swirling. "I am Wang Xu. I was ignorant before and drank with that idiot Jiang Han a few times. I will punish myself with three drinks, and from now on, the Wang family will follow Young Master Bai's lead."

After saying that, without waiting for Bai Jingyou to speak, he tilted his head back and downed three glasses of strong liquor.

He drank too quickly and choked, his face turning red, but he dared not cough once.

Bai Jingyou watched him with great interest, his fingers lightly tapping his knee.

"Wang Xu?" Bai Jingyou's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible in the deathly silent private room. "I heard your family owns a few shipping routes to South America?"

Wang Xu's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down: "Yes! Yes! If Young Master Bai needs it, feel free to use it anytime! No need to pay, it's just... just making friends!"

He was scared.

The tragic state of the Jiang family is still fresh in everyone's mind. Now, with just one word from Bai Jingyou, the Wang family's stocks could plummet to worthless tomorrow.

"Making friends is good." Bai Jingyou smiled, picked up the wine glass on the table, and took a small sip. "Business is never-ending. From now on, for any goods going to South America, use DeepBlue's system for dispatching, and I'll save you 20% on shipping costs."

Wang Xu was stunned. He had thought he was being asked to give away meat, but instead, he was being offered candy?

"Thank you, Young Master Bai! Thank you, Young Master Bai!" Wang Xu was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently. This wasn't the King of Hell; this was clearly the God of Wealth!

With Wang Xu taking the lead, the atmosphere in the private room instantly became lively.

People discovered that this legendary ruthless young master Bai wasn't as difficult to talk to as they had imagined. As long as you chose the right side and showed enough sincerity, he wouldn't mind sharing a piece of the pie.

In no time, a long line of people formed to offer toasts.

"Young Master Bai, I am from the Zhao family..."

"Young Master Bai, from now on, you have the final say on that piece of land in the north of the city..."

Li He stood to the side, watching the scene of being surrounded by admirers, his back ramrod straight.

The best thing he ever did was not to fight Bai Jingyou to the death, but instead to submit and call him "brother".

Look at him now, his status at home has risen dramatically. Even his father, who usually criticizes him relentlessly, praised him this morning for having good taste.

This is what is meant by "when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

After several rounds of drinks...

Bai Jingyou put down his wine glass and rubbed his temples. This kind of socializing was more tiring for him than handling a merger and acquisition deal.

But they have to come. These second-generation rich kids are more likely to cause trouble than anything else. If we can appease them, our intelligence network in the capital will be established.

"Brother, are you tired?" Li He, ever observant, leaned closer and lowered his voice. "How about we go somewhere else? There's a quiet tea room upstairs. Miss Ye called earlier and said she'd reserved some good tea for you."

Bai Jingyou's eyes flickered when Ye Lingqing was mentioned.

"No need," Bai Jingyou waved his hand. "Let's call it a day."

He stood up.

The previously noisy private room instantly fell silent. Everyone immediately put down their glasses and turned to look at him.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Bai Jingyou straightened his suit jacket, his gaze sweeping over the faces of everyone present, "the pond in the capital is too small to raise a true dragon. The Jiang family's matter is over. From now on, when you do business in the capital, follow the rules, and we'll make money together. If you don't follow the rules..."

He paused, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Jiang Han is probably selling his sports car to pay off his debts right now. I don't want to see another Jiang Han in this industry."

No one dared to speak.

Such a blatant threat, if uttered by anyone else, would be ridiculed as arrogance. But coming from Bai Jingyou, it was an imperial edict.

"I'm gone."

Bai Jingyou patted Li He on the shoulder and turned to walk towards the door.

Only when his figure disappeared behind the door did the tense atmosphere in the private room suddenly relax.

"My God..." Wang Xu slumped onto the sofa, his back already soaked with sweat. "This aura is even scarier than my old man getting angry."

"You should be secretly happy." One of the people next to him wiped his sweat. "Now that you've climbed onto the big tree of Deep Blue Technology, your Wang family is about to take off."

Hearing the surrounding chatter, Li He tilted his head back and downed the wine in his glass, his eyes full of smugness.