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In the western suburbs of Beijing, there is a private club hidden in a grove of withered bamboo.

The sandalwood scent has been replaced by a strong burnt smell.

Jiang Feng felt as if his spine had been removed, and he slumped into the priceless Ming Dynasty armchair.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the phone still connected to a call on the coffee table. The words "Account Frozen" displayed on the screen were more glaring than any bad news.

Three hundred million.

That was the working capital he obtained by mortgaging two logistics parks under the Jiang Group without telling the old man.

Originally intended as ammunition to bring down Bai Jingyou, it ended up being devoured alive before it even made a sound.

"Uncle Sun..." Jiang Feng's voice was dry, as if there was sand stuck in his throat, "Can...can the money still be gotten back?"

Sun Zhi sat in his wheelchair, and the purple clay teapot he always carried with him rolled to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The dark brown tea spilled on the carpet looked like an ugly livid stain.

He did not answer.

Take it back? How?

Every clause in the contracts Bai Jingyou signed was like a meticulously crafted animal trap.

From the very beginning, this was a setup. Bai Jingyou had already opened his pockets, waiting for them to hand over their money.

"Speak up!" Jiang Feng suddenly sprang to his feet and kicked over the coffee table in front of him.

The crystal ashtray, imported cigars, and expensive red wine were smashed to pieces on the floor.

"Didn't you say it was foolproof? Didn't you say Bai Jingyou was just a greenhorn? Three hundred million! That's all my working capital! Now that crazy woman Zhang Yi has taken it all. How am I supposed to explain this to the board of directors? How am I supposed to explain this to the old man?"

Jiang Feng rushed up to Sun Zhi, grabbed the old man by the collar with both hands, and spat in Sun Zhi's face.

Sun Zhi let him shake him, and for the first time, a look of despair appeared in his sinister eyes.

"Second Young Master," Sun Zhi's voice sounded ten years older, "Let go. No matter how much you shake it, I can't conjure up any more money."

Jiang Feng, panting heavily, slumped down and let go.

Sun straightened his crumpled Zhongshan suit, his cloudy eyes gazing at the gloomy sky outside the window: "We're getting old. Bai Jingyou isn't using business tactics, he's using a rule-simplification approach. Faced with absolute data surveillance, our falsified accounts and substandard goods are like running naked under high-definition cameras."

"I don't care about any data!" Jiang Feng clutched his head, digging his fingers into his hair and pulling frantically. "I just want money! Without this money, I won't be able to pay next week's bank interest! Then Jiang's stock price will crash!"

"There's another way," Sun Zhi suddenly said.

Jiang Feng suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming with hope: "What method?"

"To survive, cut off an arm." A ruthless glint flashed in Sun Zhi's eyes. "Those three companies may be shells, but they are registered under the names of collateral branches of the Jiang family. Call the police immediately and claim that those three legal representatives embezzled public funds and committed fraud. Throw all the dirty water on them and clear the Jiang family of any connection to this matter."

"Then...what about the three hundred million?"

"We definitely won't get the money back," Sun Zhi said, closing his eyes. "But at least we can preserve the Jiang family's reputation and prevent the stock price from plummeting. As long as the Jiang family's core business remains, we still have a chance to turn things around."

"You want to hand them over?" Jiang Feng's eyes widened in disbelief. "Those guys have been with me for five years! You want me to send them to jail?"

"If you don't send them in, you'll be the one who goes in." Sun Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Second Young Master, compassion doesn't make you a commander, and righteousness doesn't make you a manager. At a time like this, it's better to die for your fellow Daoists than for me."

Jiang Feng opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to refute, but in the end, the ruthlessness in his eyes overwhelmed that insignificant sense of loyalty.

"Okay." Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word, "I'll do as you say. I'll have someone arrange it right away."

Watching Jiang Feng take out his phone to make a call and arrange for someone to take the blame, Sun Zhi's hand, which was under the blanket, trembled slightly.

He knew that once this move was made, the Jiang family would be completely demoralized.

Bai Jingyou's attack not only stabbed the Jiang family in the purse strings, but also struck at their very core.

……

DeepBlue Technology, CEO's Office.

On the huge holographic projection map, the red dots representing the Jiang family's power were flashing intensely, while the blue light representing Deep Blue Technology was growing stronger.

"Boss, the Jiang family has called the police." Chen Mo looked at the breaking news notification on his tablet, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "They say that the legal representative of Hongda Electronics committed fraud, and the Jiang family is also a victim. Those three unlucky guys have been taken away by the Economic Crime Investigation Department."

"That's ruthless." Bai Jingyou stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of not-so-good instant coffee, yet savoring it with the ease of premium Blue Mountain coffee. "To protect himself, he wouldn't hesitate to stew his own dog. Jiang Feng isn't a good person, but he's certainly ruthless."

"But this tactic really works," Chen Mo analyzed. "Public opinion has shifted. Although Jiang's stock price dropped by two points, it didn't collapse. Should we release the evidence to prove that this was Jiang Feng's doing?"

"Need not."

Bai Jingyou turned around and accurately threw the empty paper cup into the trash can three meters away.

"If you push a dog too far, it will jump over the wall; if you push a person too far, they will fight to the death. Jiang Feng has just cut off his own flesh and is still in pain. If you push him to the brink, his madness might kick in, and he might actually come and blow up the building with a bomb."

Bai Jingyou sat back in his boss's chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

"Has the 300 million been received?"

"We've arrived." Chen Mo nodded. "Miss Zhang Yi has deducted her share, and the rest has been transferred to the company's Deep Blue Construction special account."

"Very good." A glint flashed in Bai Jingyou's eyes. "Notify the engineering department to invest all of this money. I want the main structure of the Future City computing center to be completed within a week."

Chen Mo was taken aback: "So soon? The original construction period was one month."

"Using the Jiang family's money to build and bury their graves is something that should be done quickly." Bai Jingyou smiled, a smile that carried a chilling coldness. "Moreover, I want everyone in the capital to see that the three hundred million yuan that the Jiang family lost has become the brightest light on the Deep Blue Technology Building."

"Oh, right." Bai Jingyou seemed to remember something, "Order me a flower basket."

"A flower basket?"

"Yes, send it to the Jiang residence." Bai Jingyou took out a gold-embossed greeting card from the drawer, picked up a pen, and wrote a line of words in a flowing, elegant style.

"Wishing Young Master Jiang good health and abundant wealth. Thank you for your strong support of DeepBlue Technology's development. — Bai Jingyou"

Chen Mo's eye twitched slightly as he looked at the line of text.

This isn't sending a flower basket; it's clearly a funeral procession.

"Boss, isn't this a bit too... arrogant?"

"Arrogant?" Bai Jingyou handed the greeting card to Chen Mo, leaned back comfortably in his chair, and said, "Chen Mo, remember this. In this industry, humility is the epitaph for the dead. Only by displaying the fruits of victory at the highest point will those fence-sitters who are watching know which way to lean."

"Go ahead. And tell the delivery guy to make sure to deliver the flowers in front of Grandpa Jiang."

……

Half an hour later.

The headquarters building of the Jiang Group in Beijing's CBD.

Although it was past closing time, the chairman's office on the top floor was still brightly lit.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Jiang Feng knelt on the thick Persian carpet, head bowed, not daring to breathe.

His suit was wrinkled, and his face was covered in cold sweat.

In front of him, an elderly man dressed in a black Tang suit was standing with his back to him, holding a pair of pruning shears and carefully trimming a Podocarpus macrophyllus.

The old man moved slowly and steadily, and with each cut, an extra branch or leaf would fall.

"Three hundred million."

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an air of quiet authority: "All you got in return were three arrest warrants?"

Jiang Feng trembled, pressing his forehead firmly against the carpet: "Grandpa, it was Sun Zhi... it was Sun Zhi's idea! I never imagined that bastard Bai Jingyou would be so insidious..."

"Click."

The old man slammed the scissors shut, and a thick branch snapped in two.

The true helmsman of the Jiang family, a former legend in Beijing's business world. Even though he has now stepped down from the front lines, the entire capital city trembles at his mere stomp of his foot.

Jiang turned around, and her seemingly cloudy but actually shrewd eyes fell on Jiang Feng, as if she were looking at a defective product.

"Losing is losing; shirking responsibility is the behavior of a weak person."

Grandpa Jiang put down the scissors, took the hot towel handed to him by the butler, and wiped his hands. "I've met that Bai family brat. A few years ago, he was just a good-for-nothing who followed you around doing nothing. I didn't expect that after going to Haicheng, he would develop such a wolf-toothed look."

"Grandpa, I refuse to accept this!" Jiang Feng suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with resentment. "I was careless this time! If you give me another chance, give me the funds, I will definitely..."

"Give you funds?" Old Master Jiang sneered. "So, you're going to send more money to us?"

He walked to his desk, picked up a document that had just been delivered, and threw it in front of Jiang Feng.

"This is a risk warning letter just sent by the bank. Because of the 300 million yuan deficit, Jiang's credit rating has been downgraded. If you can't fill this hole within a month, those old fogies on the board will initiate impeachment proceedings and get rid of you."

Jiang Feng stared at the document, his face ashen.

"Then... what should we do?"

"What should we do?" Old Master Jiang sat back in his chair, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "Since we can't win through business tactics, let's not bother. Bai Jingyou wants to get into high technology, wants to build some kind of 'future city'? Fine, then we'll make sure he can't build it."

Jiang Feng was taken aback: "Grandpa, you mean...?"

"Winter is coming soon in Beijing. It's windy and dry." Old Master Jiang picked up his teacup and gently blew away the foam. "Construction sites are the most prone to fires, or... safety accidents."

Jiang Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He understood.

This isn't business competition; this is about completely overturning the table.

"But... what about the Ye family..." Jiang Feng hesitated.

"That girl from the Ye family is indeed troublesome," Old Master Jiang said calmly. "But as long as we do it cleanly and there's no evidence, what can Ye Lingqing do? Would she completely break ties with the Jiang family for a dead person?"

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

The butler walked in carrying a huge flower basket, his expression strange: "Master, this is... sent by Mr. Bai from Deep Blue Technology."

In the very center of the flower basket, the gold-embossed greeting card gleamed under the light.

Grandpa Jiang squinted at the words on the greeting card, and a hint of anger finally surfaced on his usually calm face.

"Good, very good."

Grandpa Jiang was so angry that he laughed, and with a sudden wave of his hand, he swept the flower basket to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The flower basket overturned, scattering flowers all over the ground, and the greeting card drifted down right in front of Jiang Feng.

Looking at Bai Jingyou's flamboyant signature, Jiang Feng felt as if he had been slapped hard across the face, the pain burning intensely.