Who's going to be the female lead's simp? Aren't the supporting female characters mor

Chen He also became nervous, and was about to scold his daughter for not knowing the rules.

Bai Jingyou smiled.

This was the first genuine smile he showed today.

"Greed is the driving force of progress." Bai Jingyou took out a jet-black card from his pocket. It was a specially made chip card. He held it between two fingers and flicked it lightly.

The card traced a graceful arc in the air and landed precisely on Chen An'an's keyboard.

"I'll give you L4 level," Bai Jingyou said calmly. "Don't disappoint me."

Chen An'an picked up the card as if she had obtained the most precious treasure in the world. She nodded vigorously, her eyes burning with fervent light.

That was the brilliance of two kindred spirits meeting.

Chen He watched this scene with mixed feelings.

He was both proud of his daughter's abilities and vaguely uneasy.

Bai Jingyou is a terrifying person.

He not only took the land and the money, but now he's going to take advantage of everyone.

"Alright, meeting adjourned." Bai Jingyou stood up. "Chen Mo, see the guests out. Li He, you stay."

Chen He left with Chen An'an, who was still immersed in excitement.

Only Bai Jingyou and Li He remained in the conference room.

"Brother Bai, are you really giving her that authority?" Li He asked with some concern. "There are quite a few of our trump cards in there. What if the Chen family..."

"Chen An'an is different from Chen He." Bai Jingyou walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling traffic below. "Chen He is a businessman, focused on profit. Chen An'an is a believer, focused on truth. As long as Deep Blue's technology is strong enough, she will be the most loyal gatekeeper."

"and……"

Bai Jingyou's gaze deepened.

"Moreover, that underground cavity in the East District wasn't just used to build a server room."

"What else can we do?" Li He scratched his head.

"You saw the data the robot sent back last night, right?" Bai Jingyou pulled up a blurry sonar scan image.

At the bottom of that huge cavity, beneath a patch of dark silt, there seemed to be some kind of regular metallic object buried.

It doesn't look like a pipe, nor like a foundation.

It looks more like a door.

"That idiot Shen Yun is guarding a gold mine and treating it like trash." Bai Jingyou sneered.

Bai Jingyou turned and walked out. "Get the car ready. We're going to the Jiang family's place."

"Why go to the Jiang family's house? Isn't Grandpa Jiang still in the ICU?"

"It's precisely because he's in the ICU that we need to strike while the iron is hot." Bai Jingyou straightened his collar, his tone chilling. "Jiang Feng has broken his leg, and the Jiang family is leaderless. Now, it's time to collect the last half of the interest."

"Also," Bai Jingyou stopped and glanced back at Li He, "bring your lion's head meatballs. This time, we're going to bring good luck to Grandpa Jiang."

Li He paused for a second, then burst into a loud, booming laugh: "Alright! Brother Bai, I love this kind of work where you turn a funeral into a celebration! I'll go get the drum and gong team right now!"

Watching Li Hexing's hurried departure, Bai Jingyou shook his head, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

The water in the capital is getting muddier and muddier.

But the muddier the water, the easier it is to catch fish.

"It seems the Jiang family is destined for trouble today."

......

The Jiang family's old residence, a courtyard house that once symbolized the highest level of power in the capital, is now shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

The entrance was filled with luxury cars, but there was none of the usual hustle and bustle. People coming in and out kept their voices down, their faces bearing just the right amount of sorrow.

Grandpa Jiang is still battling for his life in the ICU, and Jiang Feng, the eldest son of the Jiang family, has not yet recovered from his broken leg. The entire Jiang family is like a wrecked ship that has lost its helmsman in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse.

In the midst of this solemn and suffocating atmosphere, a suona horn sound, extremely incongruous, extremely festive, and extremely noisy, suddenly rang out at the entrance of the alley.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock—!!!"

The voice was high-pitched and loud, with extremely strong penetrating power, instantly tearing apart the original tranquility.

Then came a burst of drumbeats, boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

The Jiang family butler, who was in charge of guarding the gate, was so startled that he almost dropped the visitor registration book in his hand.

He stared wide-eyed and saw two bright red and golden lions at the end of the alley, rushing towards him like mad dogs... no, like tigers descending the mountain.

Behind the lion followed a fully armed folk band of musicians, their cheeks puffed out like frogs, as they played "Good Days" with great effort.

At the very front of the group, Li He was wearing a dusty Versace jacket, a large gold chain around his neck, and holding a huge wreath... no, it was a huge fruit basket with two banners fluttering in the wind on it.

The banner on the left reads: May you ascend to heaven soon.

The banner reads: Paradise.

Upon closer inspection, the words "ascension" were preceded by the tiny words "recovery," which were almost invisible unless viewed with a magnifying glass.

"Who...who is causing trouble here?!" The butler was so angry that he was trembling and rushed down the steps to stop them.

"Hey, old butler!" Li He's booming voice, louder than a suona horn, "Great news! I heard that Old Master Jiang isn't dead yet... oops, I mean, he's still going strong! On behalf of Deep Blue Technology and General Manager Bai, I've come to offer my condolences!"

The butler's blood pressure instantly spiked to 280 upon seeing the two banners: "Young Master Li! This is the Jiang family home! The old master is recuperating. What are you doing here with these people? Throw them out!"

"Kick them out?"

A cool, clear voice came from behind Li He.

The band sensibly stopped playing.

The crowd parted, and a black Maybach pulled up to the side of the road. The door opened, and Bai Jingyou, dressed in a well-tailored black overcoat, walked over calmly, still fiddling with the silver coin in his hand.

Chen Mo followed behind him, carrying a black briefcase—standard equipment for an acquisition operation.

"Bai...Bai Jingyou!" The butler's legs trembled slightly at the sight of this intimidating figure, but he still braced himself and stood in the doorway. "What are you doing here? Coming to see me make a fool of myself?"

"A joke?" Bai Jingyou walked down the steps, glanced up at the somewhat faded gold lettering on the Jiang family's signboard, and said, "The Jiang family itself is a joke. Is there any need to come here specifically?"

He flicked the coin gently, and the silver light traced an arc in the air.

"I'm here to give the Jiang family a way out." Bai Jingyou caught the coin. "Go and inform Jiang Feng that the creditors have come. If they don't let them in, this band will play here for three days and three nights, until Old Master Jiang hears it."

The butler turned deathly pale. This wasn't a journey to safety; it was a journey fee!

"Let him in."

A chilling voice came from inside the door.

The door slowly opened, and Jiang Feng, sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed out by a servant.

His right leg was in a thick cast, his face was even paler than the cast, and his eyes were sunken, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well for the past few days.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred. Jiang Feng stared intently at Bai Jingyou, his eyes filled with a look that seemed to want to tear a piece of flesh from Bai Jingyou's body.

"Bai Jingyou, you won in the East District, and you still want to come here to swagger around?" Jiang Feng gritted his teeth. "Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Retribution?" Bai Jingyou seemed to have heard an interesting word, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Young Master Jiang, when you sent people to sabotage my construction site, did you think about retribution? When you spread rumors in the media that Deep Blue Technology stole trade secrets, did you think about retribution?"

He walked up the steps one by one, stood in front of the wheelchair, and looked down at Jiang Feng.

"Besides, I'm not here to argue today. I'm here to discuss business."

Bai Jingyou snapped his fingers. Chen Mo immediately stepped forward, pulled a document from his briefcase, and handed it to Jiang Feng.

"Jiang's Logistics has a warehousing network covering Beijing, Tianjin, and Hebei," Bai Jingyou said casually. "Although the equipment is outdated and the management is chaotic, the location is passable. Deep Blue Technology is preparing to take over and help you monetize it."

Jiang Feng glanced at the numbers on the document, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he trembled with anger, almost jumping out of his wheelchair.

"Eight hundred million?! Are you crazy?! The land alone is worth more than that! Are you here to rob us?!"

"Robbery is illegal, I'm doing charity," Li He interjected, casually placing the fruit basket labeled "Ascension to Heaven" on Jiang Feng's lap. "Young Master Jiang, you need to do the math. The old man costs 100,000 a day in the ICU, plus your leg, and those short-term loans the Jiang family owes to the bank... tsk tsk tsk, they're due next week, aren't they?"

"How do you know about the loan?" Jiang Feng suddenly looked at Bai Jingyou.

That was the Jiang family's top secret! To cover the previous losses, the Jiang family mortgaged the logistics park and borrowed a bridge loan, hoping to recoup their losses from the East District project. However, the East District project was intercepted by Bai Jingyou, and this money has now become a noose that is taking their lives.

"There are no secrets in the face of big data," Bai Jingyou said calmly. "Uncle Feng Rui just called me and said that if you can't pay the interest today, the bank will initiate the asset freeze process tomorrow. At that time, let alone 800 million, if it's auctioned off, you'll be lucky to get 300 million back."

Jiang Feng's fingernails dug deeply into his palm.

despair.

A profound sense of powerlessness enveloped him. The man before him wasn't negotiating at all; he was issuing a notification. He had meticulously examined every vein in the Jiang family's body, then, with a scalpel in hand, precisely severed the major artery supplying the blood.

"What if I don't sign?" Jiang Feng asked hoarsely.

"Not signing?" Bai Jingyou smiled, turned to Li He, and asked, "Li He, what was the name of that song just now?"

"Good Days!" Li He immediately raised his hand. "If that's not enough, I'll have them change it to 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix,' specially made for funerals. I guarantee the old man will pass away peacefully!"

"How dare you!" Jiang Feng's eyes were bloodshot.

"Whether I dare or not depends on how quickly you sign." Bai Jingyou's smile vanished, his eyes instantly turning icy cold. "Jiang Feng, times have changed. There's no place for the Jiang family in Beijing now. Take this 800 million, take your grandfather abroad for treatment, and you can live the life of a wealthy man. If you don't take it…"

Bai Jingyou bent down, leaned close to Jiang Feng's ear, and whispered, "Then I'll make sure the Jiang family can't even afford a burial plot."

A chill ran down his spine and straight to the top of his head. Jiang Feng looked into Bai Jingyou's calm eyes and knew that this man meant what he said.

"Pen..." Jiang Feng squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth, tears welling up in his eyes—tears of humiliation.

Chen Mo handed over a fountain pen.

With trembling hands, Jiang Feng signed his name on the contract.

At that moment, he felt that he had signed not just a logistics park, but the backbone of the Jiang family's century-old legacy.

"That's more like it!" Li He snatched the contract, checked it over, and grinned like a chrysanthemum. "Young Master Jiang is so generous! I wish Young Master Jiang a speedy recovery from his leg injury! Please keep this banner safe and hang it above your bed to ward off evil spirits!"

Bai Jingyou straightened up, adjusted his collar, and without glancing at Jiang Feng again, turned and walked towards the car.

"Li He, back to base."

"Alright! Brothers, let's change the song! 'Step by Step Higher,' wishing Young Master Jiang a meteoric rise... to the Western Paradise!"

Amidst cheerful music, Bai Jingyou's convoy sped away, leaving Jiang Feng shivering in the autumn wind, clutching the fruit basket adorned with a banner wishing him an early ascension to heaven.

"puff--"

Overcome with anger and anxiety, Jiang Feng spat a mouthful of blood onto the apples in the fruit basket, his vision went black, and he fainted.

……

Inside the car, the noise from outside was completely shut out.

Bai Jingyou leaned back in the leather seat, closing his eyes to rest.

Chen Mo was rapidly operating on his tablet, merging Jiang's Logistics assets into DeepBlue Technology's portfolio.

"Boss, with this deal with the Jiang family, our smart logistics network will have the final piece of the puzzle," Chen Mo reported. "However, 800 million is a steal. Jiang Feng will probably be furious when he wakes up."

"He deserved it." Li He sat in the passenger seat, still fiddling with the lion's head he hadn't given away yet. "Brother Bai, you didn't see that old butler's face; it was as green as a cucumber. So satisfying!"