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In the early morning in Beijing, the fog had not yet dissipated, but the telephone lines in the business district were already so hot they looked like they were about to catch fire.

There are no secrets in this circle. What happened in the penthouse box at the Imperial Garden last night was like an invisible storm that swept through every corner of Beijing overnight.

Everyone sensed the dramatic shift in the winds. The Jiang family's ship was not only leaking, but now even its rudder had been removed.

Bai Jingyou is that unfathomable new sea.

At 9:00 AM, at Beijing's largest building materials logistics park.

This place was originally the core hub of the Jiang family's supply chain, where heavy trucks loaded with steel bars and cement could form a kilometer-long line on weekdays.

But today, an absurd scene unfolded at the park entrance.

Dozens of container trucks bearing the Wang's Trading logo were haphazardly blocking the only road leading to the logistics park.

The drivers jumped out of their cars, gathered together to smoke and play cards, and completely blocked the road.

"Beep beep!"

A truck belonging to the Jiang Group, which was in a hurry to pick up goods, was honking its horn frantically.

"What are you doing! A good dog doesn't block the way! Can you afford to compensate us for the delay in the construction?" The manager of the Jiang family's motorcade poked his head out. He usually acted arrogantly in this area because of the Jiang family's influence.

A hand reeking of smoke reached out and tapped lightly on his car door.

Wang Xu was wearing a bespoke suit, but it was unbuttoned, and he had an unlit cigar in his mouth, which Li He had casually given him the night before.

Behind him followed seven or eight burly men in overalls, each with their arms crossed and a mocking smile on their face.

"Compensate? Compensate you my foot!" Wang Xu took his cigar off and tapped it on his supervisor's car window. "This road is closed today. Want to get through? Fly over there."

"Mr. Wang... Mr. Wang?" The manager was taken aback, recognizing the third son of the Wang family who usually followed Jiang Han around. "What do you mean by this? Our two families have a supply agreement, and this is Young Master Jiang's goods..."

"Young Master Jiang?" Wang Xu seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He exaggeratedly picked at his ear, then turned to his underlings behind him. "Listen to this! In this day and age, someone's still using the sword of the previous dynasty to behead an official of this dynasty. Jiang Han? He's probably busy selling his Ferrari at the used car dealership right now. Does he have time to worry about your truckloads of cement?"

The supervisor's expression changed: "Wang Xu! Don't go too far! Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, our Jiang family..."

"The Jiang family is now nothing but a plucked chicken." Wang Xu's face instantly turned cold, and the ruthlessness in that instant was reminiscent of Bai Jingyou's demeanor from last night. "Go back and tell Jiang Wenyuan that the Wang family has stopped the raw material shipping routes to South America. Not only that, we've also seized the batch of goods that were previously stuck at the port. As for the reason... just say force majeure, or that we're in a bad mood, fill in whatever you want."

"This is a breach of contract!"

"I can afford the penalty for breach of contract." Wang Xu sneered, a vengeful pleasure flashing in his eyes. "As long as Young Master Bai is happy, this penalty is nothing. On the contrary, without raw materials, let's see how those unfinished buildings in the north of the city will be delivered. When the owners start making trouble, let's see if Jiang Wenyuan will have to sell his blood to pay off his debts."

Looking at Wang Xu's arrogant face, the supervisor finally realized that things had changed.

These people used to give way to the Jiang family's cars, but now they dare to blatantly defecate on the Jiang family's head.

This is a classic case of everyone kicking someone when they're down.

……

At the same time, at the Jiang family's old residence.

This once bustling mansion is now shrouded in deathly silence.

The servants walked on tiptoe, afraid of making even the slightest noise and bringing bad luck.

The living room floor was a mess, with broken pieces of Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain scattered all over the place, as if mourning the lost glory of this family.

Jiang Han sat in the corner of the sofa, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, his eyes sunken, and his face covered in stubble.

Where is even a trace of so-called grace?

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open.

The heavy solid wood door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, startling the cleaning maid who screamed and dropped the broom.

A man wearing a black leather jacket, with a buzz cut and a muscular build like a leopard strode in.

He had dark skin, fierce eyes, and exuded a violent aura that made him seem more like a mercenary than a rich second-generation heir.

Jiang Feng, the second young master of the Jiang family.

He glanced around the messy living room, his gaze finally settling on the dejected Jiang Han.

"Is this the surprise you gave me?" Jiang Feng's voice was hoarse, as if he had grit in his throat. "I only went to Africa for half a year, and when I came back, my home was gone? Jiang Han, you're a fucking piece of trash."

Jiang Han raised his head, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, and looked at his younger brother with a bitter laugh: "What do you know... That's Bai Jingyou... That's a devil..."

"A devil?" Jiang Feng rushed over, grabbed Jiang Han by the collar, and lifted him off the sofa. "You were being shitted on by someone, and you didn't even dare to fart? You dare to call yourself Jiang?!"

"Let go..." Jiang Han struggled weakly. "It's too late to say anything now... The Wang family, the Zhao family, the Li family... everyone is against us. Just now, the bank called and said they're withdrawing 500 million from our loan... It's over, all over..."

Jiang Feng suddenly flung his hand, slamming Jiang Han back onto the sofa.

"A bunch of opportunistic bastards." A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Jiang Feng's eyes. "Do they really think that just because the Jiang family has fallen, they can get a share of the spoils?"

He took out his phone, found a number, and dialed it.

That was Wang Xu's phone call.

Back when Jiang Feng was in China, Wang Xu was his personal driver and ATM, always at his beck and call, more obedient than a dog.

The phone rang three times before it was answered.

"Feed? Who is it?" Wang Xu's voice was lazy, with the noisy sound of mahjong tiles in the background.

"It's me, Jiang Feng."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a burst of shrill laughter.

"Hey, isn't this Young Master Feng? I heard you went to the African savanna to experience life? What, did the lions there not feed you enough, so you're thinking of coming back home for a better meal?"

Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes, his voice icy cold: "Wang Xu, you seized my goods at the Chengnan Logistics Park? If you don't want to die, you'll be released within half an hour. And while you're at it, get down to your knees in front of the Jiang family's gate, and I might consider leaving you a whole corpse."

Six months ago, such a threat would have terrified Wang Xu so much that he would have wet his pants on the spot.

But now?

"Hahahaha!" Wang Xu laughed even more wildly. "Young Master Feng, are you still jet-lagged? This is Beijing time, not dream time. You want me to kneel? Do you deserve it? Let me tell you, the sky in Beijing belongs to Bai! If you know what's good for you, you'd better take your good-for-nothing brother and go beg for food, instead of pretending to be a big shot here."

"Beep beep".

The phone hangs up.

Jiang Feng stared at the blacked-out phone screen, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the phone, and he could even hear the faint sound of the casing cracking.

Angry? No.

More than anger, it was a sense of absurdity stemming from being provoked by ants.

"Good, very good." Jiang Feng suddenly laughed, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth. "Bai Jingyou, right? Even your dog dares to bark like that. It seems the master really has some tricks up his sleeve."

He casually tossed the crumpled phone into the fish tank, watching it slowly sink to the bottom, startling a few goldfish.

"Second Young Master..." The old butler walked over shakily, "The old master is waiting for you in the study, he's so angry he didn't even eat breakfast."

"Understood." Jiang Feng straightened the collar of his leather jacket, drew a tactical folding knife from his waist, and deftly twirled it between his fingers, the blade tracing cold arcs in the dimly lit living room. "Tell the old man to put his mind at ease. I don't understand business, but I'm good at risking my life. Bai Jingyou wants to climb to the top by stepping on the Jiang family's corpse? Then I'll let him know that corpses can bite too."

……

Meanwhile, at the DeepBlue Technology headquarters building.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor CEO's office, Bai Jingyou held a cup of black coffee, overlooking the bustling city of Beijing below.

Chen Mo stood behind him, holding a tablet computer, reporting on the battle situation.

"Boss, Young Master Li He is moving very quickly. The Wang family has cut off all raw material supplies to Jiang's Building Materials, the Zhao family has joined forces with several banks to launch debt collection against Jiang's, and several smaller families are frantically poaching Jiang's middle-level managers." Chen Mo's tone was calm, as if he were reading a pre-written script. "Currently, Jiang's Group's stock price has hit the daily limit down, and it is expected that their cash flow will be completely exhausted within three days."

"That's human nature." Bai Jingyou took a sip of coffee, his tone indifferent. "When you're strong, everyone is a friend. When you show even a hint of weakness, everyone turns into a beast. The Jiang family has been domineering in the capital for too long, and the resentment has run deep. I've merely given everyone an outlet."

"Also..." Chen Mo paused, "Jiang Feng has returned to China. Wang Xu just reported that Jiang Feng called him and made some very serious threats."

"Oh?" Bai Jingyou turned around, a playful smile playing on his lips. "What did that mad dog say?"

He said... "I want you to know that corpses can bite too."

Bai Jingyou chuckled softly, put down his coffee cup, and walked to his desk.

On the table lay a gold-embossed invitation, a sample copy of the Deep Blue Future City launch event for tomorrow morning.

"Interesting. Jiang Han tried to play dirty, but lost, so now he's switching to a more aggressive approach." Bai Jingyou's fingers lightly traced the deep blue characters on the invitation. "He thinks this is a street brawl? A life-or-death situation? Chen Mo, tell me, in this era dominated by capital and technology, how much trouble can a brute who only knows how to throw punches cause?"

Chen Mo pushed up his glasses: "They'll probably only splatter a little blood before being swept away by the waves."

"Then let him come." Bai Jingyou picked up the invitation and handed it to Chen Mo. "Send one to him. If we want to establish authority, how can we do it with just an audience? We need a fool to perform on stage for the play to be complete."

"Boss, do we need to increase security? I heard that this Jiang Feng used to work with mercenaries overseas."

"No need." Bai Jingyou's eyes gleamed with absolute confidence. "Ye Lingqing will be there tomorrow too. In the face of an absolute community of interests, if Jiang Feng dares to resort to violence, I won't even need to lift a finger; all the powerful and influential people in the capital will tear him to shreds. He wants to risk his life? I'll show him what it means to come alive but not leave alive."

"Go and make the arrangements. At tomorrow's press conference, I want the entire capital to know that the Jiang family's era has vanished without a trace."

Chen Mo nodded in acceptance and turned to leave.

Bai Jingyou looked out the window again. In the distance, dark clouds were gathering, seemingly foreshadowing an impending downpour.

"Jiang Feng..." he murmured to himself, "I hope you can be a bit more fun than your brother. After all, in this boring world, it's not easy to find a suitable whetstone."

Just then, Li He sent a WeChat message with a photo of himself drinking while standing on a box in a karaoke bar, accompanied by an extremely arrogant caption: "Bro! That bastard Wang Xu just bragged to me that he shut Jiang Feng up! It was so damn satisfying! We're doing justice to heaven!"

Bai Jingyou looked at the screen, tapped his finger lightly, and replied with two words:

"Keep a low profile."

As he put away his phone, the smile in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an abyss-like coldness.

The real show has only just begun.