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At ten o'clock in the morning, the autumn sun pierced through the thin mist and shone on this huge complex of buildings in the south of the city.

The once magnificent Jiang's International, filled with extravagant European-style carvings, changed its appearance overnight.

The Roman columns, symbolizing old-money style, were covered by a huge dark blue dustproof curtain, and several giant flexible LED screens, each twenty meters high, were hanging on the exterior wall, playing the minimalist dynamic logo of DeepBlue Technology in a loop.

There were no lion dances, no firecrackers, and no fancy ribbon-cutting balloons.

Bai Jingyou stood on the main stage, wearing a custom-made dark slim-fit suit, without a tie, and with his shirt collar slightly open.

He doesn't need that kind of formal restraint, because today he is the king here.

Li He stood below the stage, rubbing his hands together incessantly, his eyes darting towards the intersection.

"Brother's got some nerve," Li He muttered under his breath, feeling like hundreds of butterflies were fluttering in his stomach. "He's called in all the media in Beijing. What if that mad dog Jiang Feng really shows up with a rocket launcher?"

"Shut up." Chen Mo stood behind him, adjusting his headset expressionlessly. "The boss said today is a tech expo, not a gang fight. Mind your manners; you represent DeepBlue's shareholders."

Li He straightened his chest and forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

Just then, the crowd suddenly became agitated.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom, resembling a silent giant ship, slowly glided into the venue.

The car door opened, and first a pair of diamond-encrusted stilettos landed, followed by Ye Lingqing stepping out.

She wasn't wearing a cheongsam today, but instead a white business suit, with a sharp cut and a commanding presence.

The sound of shutters clicking filled the air, and the flashes were so bright they made it impossible to open your eyes.

"Mr. Ye! Does the Ye family's attendance at DeepBlue Technology's press conference signify a formal alliance between the two companies?"

"Miss Ye, what are your thoughts on the Jiang family's current predicament?"

The reporters swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

Ye Lingqing simply put on sunglasses, a distant smile playing on her lips, while bodyguards formed a human wall in front of her.

She walked straight up to Bai Jingyou, took off her sunglasses, and gave him a playful look.

"Quite a spectacle." Ye Lingqing glanced around at the cyberpunk-style decor. "If I didn't see the land deeds, I would have thought I was in Silicon Valley."

"Silicon Valley is too far, Beijing is just right." Bai Jingyou gestured for her to enter. "If Miss Ye is so kind as to grace us with her presence, these few old screens will be a great honor."

"Stop being so glib." Ye Lingqing lowered her voice, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear, "Jiang Feng's convoy is two intersections away, with more than a dozen people. It's not convenient for me to directly break ties with the Jiang family. You'll have to figure out what to do later."

Bai Jingyou smiled, his eyes as calm as a deep well: "Guests are welcome, as long as they don't urinate or defecate indiscriminately."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a piercing engine roar tore through the slightly noisy atmosphere.

Three modified Hummer H2s, like three out-of-control bulls, ignored the cordon and rushed directly onto the steps of the square, screeching to a halt less than ten meters from the main stage.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, leaving behind black scorch marks.

The entire room fell silent.

The reporters initially retreated in alarm, but then, as if injected with adrenaline, they frantically aimed their cameras and microphones at the three vehicles.

This is big news! The second young master of the Jiang family makes his first appearance back in China, directly confronting DeepBlue Technology!

The car door was violently pushed open.

Jiang Feng jumped out of the car. He wasn't wearing the leather jacket from last night; instead, he had changed into a dark gray suit. But he was clearly uncomfortable with the constraints. His tie was askew, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing a hideous scar on his wrist.

He was followed by a dozen burly men, all dressed in formal attire, but their fierce, bandit-like aura was impossible to conceal.

"It's so lively!"

Jiang Feng glanced around, his gaze lingering for a second on the high-tech screens before a disdainful smile appeared on his face. He strode towards the podium, his leather shoes clicking crisply on the marble floor.

The security guard tried to stop them, but Chen Mo stopped him with a look.

Bai Jingyou stood on the stage, looking down at Jiang Feng with a gentle smile on his face.

"Young Master Jiang," Bai Jingyou said into the microphone, his voice carrying throughout the venue through the speakers, "I am honored by your presence. However, this is a pedestrian zone, and I will have the parking ticket sent to the Jiang residence later."

A suppressed chuckle came from the crowd.

Jiang Feng stopped and looked up at Bai Jingyou. Their gazes met in mid-air, as if sparks were flying.

"Mr. Bai, you have quite the eloquence." Jiang Feng grinned, a sinister glint in his eyes. "I heard someone's planning to turn my family's ancestral property into some kind of 'Future City,' so I came to check it out. What, you think peeling off the walls and hanging up a few screens makes it high-tech? This smells more like a giant funeral parlor."

A blatant provocation.

Li He was so angry that he was about to rush forward, but Wang Xu held him back tightly.

"Don't rush," Bai Jingyou said calmly. "Out with the old, in with the new. This Jiang family building is too gloomy; I'm just helping it pass on. As for the mourning hall... if Second Young Master Jiang is here to pay respects to the Jiang family of the past, I can have someone bring you some paper money."

"You!" Jiang Feng's face darkened, but he quickly regained his composure.

He's not here to fight, at least not today. He's here to sabotage.

Jiang Feng turned around, ignoring Bai Jingyou, and instead turned his gaze to the guests below the stage.

There were many building material merchants and electronic component suppliers from Beijing, as well as the owners of several logistics companies sitting there.

These people used to depend on the Jiang family for survival. Although they have now pledged allegiance to Bai Jingyou, their deep-seated fear of the Jiang family has not dissipated.

Jiang Feng walked up to a bald, middle-aged man, who was Mr. Zhang, the largest glass curtain wall supplier in Beijing.

"Hey, Lao Zhang." Jiang Feng reached out and patted President Zhang on the shoulder, the force so strong that the man staggered. "Long time no see. I heard you recently signed a big deal with Deep Blue? What, is the Jiang family not feeding you enough, want to change your bowl?"

Mr. Zhang broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and stood up tremblingly: "Second...Second Young Master, this...this is normal business cooperation..."

"Normal?" Jiang Feng sneered, his voice suddenly rising, "My Jiang family isn't extinct yet! When did it become the turn of a software vendor to call the shots in Beijing's building materials industry? Old Zhang, think it through. Signing this contract is easy, but if the truck overturns on the road or the warehouse floods one day, then it will be a huge loss."

Threat.

A naked threat.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The other suppliers also looked pale and lowered their heads, not daring to look at Jiang Feng.

This is Jiang Feng's strategy.

He knew that he couldn't compete with Bai Jingyou in terms of capital, nor with Ye Lingqing in terms of connections.

But he can be ruthless. Business people are all after money; who would be willing to risk their life and fortune for a little money?

If the supply chain is ruined, Bai Jingyou's so-called future city will be nothing but an empty shell, just a PowerPoint presentation.

Jiang Feng watched the crowd's reactions with satisfaction, then turned to Bai Jingyou, his eyes full of provocation: "Mr. Bai, it seems your partners aren't very bold. How about this, I suggest you forget about making this building a tech park and subcontract it to me. I'll open a nightclub, I guarantee it'll make more money than you, what do you say?"

Ye Lingqing sat in the first row, fiddling with her sunglasses, her brows slightly furrowed.

Although Jiang Feng is a reckless man, this thuggish tactic is truly disgusting.

If Bai Jingyou doesn't handle this well, who will dare to cooperate with Deep Blue in the future?

All eyes were on Bai Jingyou.

Bai Jingyou remained silent.

He simply raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and then snapped his fingers at Chen Mo.

"Smack."

The giant LED screen behind me suddenly changed its display.

Instead of those cool concept images, it's a huge, real-time scrolling dynamic data map.

On the map, countless dots of light are moving.

Bai Jingyou paused, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"The ownership of this batch of goods was transferred through blockchain technology the moment it left the factory. The current carrier is the Ye family's security and logistics company."

Bai Jingyou looked at Jiang Feng: "Second Young Master Jiang, are you planning to hijack the Ye family's car?"

Jiang Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He abruptly turned to look at Ye Lingqing. Ye Lingqing simply crossed her legs gracefully and nodded, tacitly agreeing.

"And another thing," Bai Jingyou continued, his tone becoming even sharper, "Young Master Jiang just asked when it came time for software vendors to call the shots in the building materials industry? I'll tell you now."

Bai Jingyou took a step forward, stood at the edge of the stage, and looked down at Jiang Feng.

"Jiang Feng, times have changed. Your old trick of going around collecting protection money with a knife won't even scare an old man selling goods on the street anymore. You want to open a nightclub? Sure, there's a scrap metal yard 300 meters to the left of your house, the vibe there suits you quite well."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Li He was the first to burst into laughter. Immediately afterward, the entire audience erupted in thunderous applause and laughter.

Those suppliers who were originally trembling with fear now stood up straight.

With Deep Blue backing them up and the Ye family protecting them, what are they afraid of the Jiang family for!

Jiang Feng stood there, his face turning pale and then flushed.

His ruthlessness, which he was so proud of, seemed like a primitive man charging at a tank with a stick in the face of the enormous capital and technological barriers built by Bai Jingyou—it was both ridiculous and laughable.

He originally wanted to poach Bai Jingyou's talent, but ended up becoming the backdrop for Bai Jingyou to show off his muscles.

"Good...very good."

Jiang Feng stared intently at Bai Jingyou, his chest heaving. He knew that in this round, he had lost everything. Staying any longer would only bring further humiliation.

"Bai Jingyou, don't get too cocky." Jiang Feng gritted his teeth, his voice barely audible. "You can play tricks in the business world, but there are always things that money and computers can't calculate. We'll see!"

After saying that, he waved his hand abruptly, and led his group of disheveled men into the Hummer, fleeing the scene in a sorry state.

As he watched the convoy disappear into the distance, the smile in Bai Jingyou's eyes gradually vanished, replaced by a coldness.

"Chen Mo."

"exist."

"Notify the technical department to raise the risk level of the suppliers that Jiang Feng just contacted. Also..." Bai Jingyou looked at the cheering crowd below the stage, his voice low, "Check the third car in Jiang Feng's convoy."

"That car?" Chen Mo was taken aback.

"Yes." Bai Jingyou narrowed his eyes. "Although that car followed us, it never turned off, and the windows were pressed tightly shut. If Jiang Feng were here to show off, he wouldn't bring a burden who's too ashamed to show his face."

"What the boss means is..."

"Those are the outside help Jiang Feng found." Bai Jingyou sneered. "It seems the Jiang family also knows they are no match for others, so they've started using others to do their dirty work."

The press conference continued.

Ye Lingqing walked onto the stage, accepted the golden scissors for the ribbon-cutting ceremony, and stood next to Bai Jingyou.

"That performance just now was quite good," Ye Lingqing said softly, the faint scent of her perfume wafting into Bai Jingyou's nose. "But you're exaggerating a bit. Full supply chain guarantee? Do you have that much cash flow?"

"No," Bai Jingyou replied matter-of-factly. "But I have the data. As long as I have the data, banks will line up to give me money. President Ye should know this better than I do."

Ye Lingqing's scissors fell, and the red silk ribbon broke.

"If you lose, the Ye family will withdraw their investment immediately, and I will personally take over your company to cut my losses."

"It's an honor." Bai Jingyou turned his head to look at that exquisite profile. "However, if you want to devour me, President Ye, you'll probably need a good set of teeth."