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In the Beijing afternoon, the sunlight was pale and reflected a sickly sheen onto the glass curtain wall of the Shen Group building.

The once bustling headquarters lobby is now as desolate as a supermarket that has just been looted.

The receptionist was packing up cardboard boxes, the security guard was leaning against a pillar smoking, and even the creaking of the revolving door sounded particularly desolate.

A black Maybach was parked blatantly in the no-parking zone at the entrance.

The car door opened, and Li He jumped out of the back seat, turned around, and dragged a huge floor-standing flower basket out of the trunk.

Instead of festive red roses, there were only white and yellow chrysanthemums, with a huge black ribbon in the center bearing eight large characters: "May your happiness be as boundless as the Eastern Sea and your longevity as enduring as the Southern Mountain."

The calligraphy is in the dignified Wei stele style, and the content is auspicious birthday wishes, but paired with the pale white chrysanthemums and black elegiac couplets, it looks like a rehearsal for a funeral.

"Brother Bai, isn't this flower basket worth 2,800 yuan a bit too much for Old Master Shen?" Li He dusted off his hands, looking distressed. "I should have just picked a couple of bunches of foxtail grass from the roadside and tied them up."

Bai Jingyou straightened his cuffs, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the somewhat faded Shen Group signboard above the building.

"That's called etiquette." Bai Jingyou strode towards the door, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the marble floor. "We must maintain at least some end-of-life care for our predecessors who are about to become history."

"Alright, end-of-life care." Li He chuckled, hoisted the ominous-looking flower basket onto his shoulder, and swaggered after them.

As soon as I entered the lobby, two sharp-eyed security guards immediately stubbed out their cigarettes and rushed over.

"Stop! What are you doing?!" The security guard's face turned green as he looked at the enormous flower basket. "This is the Shen Group, not a funeral home! Who gave you permission to bring this thing in?"

"Are you blind?" Li He slammed the flower basket on the ground, making the floor vibrate. "Can't you see the words on it? May your fortune be as vast as the Eastern Sea! We're here to celebrate Old Master Shen's birthday, don't you know the rules?"

"Chrysanthemums as a birthday gift?" The security guard was so angry his nose almost twisted. "Get out of here! Or we'll call the police!"

"Call the police?"

Bai Jingyou stopped, turned his head, and calmly looked at the security guard.

That look, though devoid of any emotion, sent a chill down the guard's spine, causing him to instinctively take a half-step back.

"The Shen Group's security department hasn't been paid their salaries for last month, has they?" Bai Jingyou asked calmly. "The Shen family can't even afford severance pay right now. Are you sure you want to offend the future boss for the sake of a company that's about to go bankrupt?"

The security guard was stunned.

"Get out of the way." Chen Mo stepped forward, his towering muscles bulging his suit. With just a glance, he completely extinguished the two security guards' courage to resist.

The group moved as if they were in an empty place, heading straight for the high-rise private elevator.

……

Top floor, Chairman's office.

The air was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant and the decaying odor characteristic of the elderly.

Shen Tianyang sat in his wheelchair, his back to the door, facing the panoramic view of Beijing through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Hearing the door open, Shen Tianyang did not turn around.

"Is this Yun'er? What did the lawyer say? Has that unfilial son sold the land yet?" The old man's voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows being pulled.

"Young Master Shen is still receiving oxygen at the hospital."

A young, cool voice sounded from behind, "As for that piece of land, it has been sold, but the price may be a little different from what you expected."

Shen Tianyang suddenly turned his wheelchair around.

When he saw Bai Jingyou standing at the door, and the extremely conspicuous white chrysanthemum basket placed in the center of the office, a terrifying rage instantly erupted in his cloudy old eyes.

"Bai Jingyou!" Shen Tianyang's withered fingers gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white. "You actually dare to come! Did you come to laugh at this old man?"

"Mr. Shen, you flatter me."

Bai Jingyou walked over to the sofa and sat down, his posture as elegant as if he had returned to his own home.

Chen Mo immediately stepped forward and poured him a cup of tea, his movements so practiced that it was as if Bai Jingyou was the original owner of this office.

"I heard that Elder Shen has woken up, so I came to see him." Bai Jingyou pointed to the flower basket. "It's just a small token of my appreciation. I wish Elder Shen good health and a long life. After all, these days, watching your enemies fall one by one is a kind of health regimen."

"You—cough cough cough!" Shen Tianyang coughed violently, his face turning a deep purplish-red. "You brat! You've gone too far! Do you think you've won? My Shen family has been operating in the capital for forty years, deeply rooted and established. How could a mere brat like you uproot us!"

"ingrained?"

Bai Jingyou chuckled softly and put down his teacup.

"Mr. Shen, this is the era of big data, not the Qing Dynasty."

He took a document out of his pocket, slid it lightly across the table, and stopped precisely in front of Shen Tianyang's wheelchair.

"This is the litigation preservation application that Hongye Capital formally filed with the court ten minutes ago," Bai Jingyou said calmly. "President Feng Rui has already acquired the 12 billion yuan debt of the Shen Group in various banks. In other words, now I am the creditor for every penny the Shen family owes."

Shen Tianyang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He picked up the document with trembling hands, glanced at it twice, and then the paper fell to the ground.

Feng Rui... that smiling tiger!

"Impossible..." Shen Tianyang muttered to himself, "That old fox Feng Rui never acts without a sure thing. The Shen family is a mess now, why would he dare to take over?"

"Because I gave him a bargaining chip he couldn't refuse." Bai Jingyou leaned forward, crossed his hands on his chin, his eyes sharp as knives. "Old Shen, let's not beat around the bush. I'm not interested in the Shen family's remaining worthless assets. There's only one thing I want."

Shen Tianyang suddenly looked up, staring intently at Bai Jingyou: "You want to take over that data center in the East District?"

"Smart." Bai Jingyou snapped his fingers. "The cooling system under that data center has malfunctioned, and since I sealed off the ground, if it's not maintained and upgraded immediately, the servers inside will overheat and burn out within a week. At that point, all the 'secrets' that Old Shen holds will truly become a pile of scrap metal."

Shen Tianyang's face turned deathly pale instantly.

That data center was the Shen family's last line of defense.

It contains not only business data, but also the secret information and shady accounts of major families in Beijing that the Shen family has collected over the past few decades through various means.

This was the nuclear weapon he originally intended to use to negotiate with various forces and exchange it for a chance to save the Shen family.

"Do you know what's inside?" Shen Tianyang's voice trembled, tinged with fear.

"I can probably guess." Bai Jingyou stood up, walked to Shen Tianyang, and looked down at the dying old man. "Evidence of tax evasion, videos of power-for-sex transactions, recordings of backroom deals... Old Shen, you treat these things as a life-saving charm, but in my opinion, they are more like a death warrant."

Bai Jingyou leaned down, close to Shen Tianyang's ear, his voice as low as a devil's whisper:

"Believe it or not, if I release this information right now, saying that the Shen family has dirt on everyone and is prepared to fight to the death, the person coming to this office tonight won't be me, but a killer who will stop at nothing to silence us."

Shen Tianyang froze.

A bone-chilling cold instantly enveloped my entire body.

He's old, but he's not stupid. Bai Jingyou was telling the truth. Faced with absolute profit and fear, those so-called allies will instantly turn into the most ruthless wolves.

"What...what do you want?" Shen Tianyang seemed to have all his energy drained away in an instant, and he slumped into his wheelchair.

"It's very simple." Bai Jingyou straightened up and adjusted his collar. "Transfer the data center to DeepBlue Technology. In exchange, I will assume part of the Shen family's debts and guarantee that you and Shen Yun can leave Beijing alive and live the rest of your lives abroad."

"Living..." Shen Tianyang gave a bitter laugh. "Two generations of hard work from my Shen family, and all we get in return is two words: 'living'?"

"In this industry, being able to leave alive is already the greatest dignity." Bai Jingyou turned away, no longer looking at him. "Li He, the contract."

"Coming right up!" Li He, who had been standing by watching the show, immediately ran over excitedly, pulled out a pre-prepared transfer agreement from under the base of the flower basket, and handed it to Shen Tianyang.

"Old Master Shen, sign it." Li He handed over a pen with a grin. "This is a Montblanc that I borrowed from Brother Bai's desk. Signing this won't lower your status."

Shen Tianyang stared at the contract, his hands trembling as if he were playing a pipa.

The agreement was signed, and the Shen family was completely removed from the list of notorious criminals.

If you don't sign, tonight could be the night your entire family is wiped out.

This is no negotiation; it's a meticulously planned massacre.

Starting with the purchase of land for one yuan, they gradually cornered the Shen family, even their last struggle was completely outmaneuvered.

"Excellent... excellent methods..." Shen Tianyang closed his eyes, two streams of tears flowing down his age-spotted cheeks. "The younger generation is truly formidable, truly formidable!"

He signed his name on the contract with trembling hands.

The moment he made that last stroke, it was as if his last breath had been drained away.

Bai Jingyou took the contract, glanced at it, and handed it to Chen Mo after confirming that it was correct.

"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Shen." Bai Jingyou nodded politely. "Then I won't disturb your rest any longer. Keep that flower basket; it suits the feng shui of this house quite well."

After saying that, he walked out of the office without looking back.

Only after the elevator doors closed did Li He let out a long sigh of relief, looking at Bai Jingyou with admiration: "Brother Bai, the way that old man looked at you just now, I was afraid he'd suddenly jump out of his wheelchair and bite you. But speaking of which, are we really going to let them go abroad?"

"Release them?" Bai Jingyou looked at the constantly changing numbers in the elevator, a playful smile curving his lips. "Li He, remember this: if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring. But what I promised was 'to ensure they leave Beijing alive.'"

"And what happens after you leave the capital?" Li He scratched his head.

"That's a different price then." Bai Jingyou stepped out of the elevator, the sunlight shining on him again, but it couldn't penetrate the abyss in his eyes. "Moreover, some people in that data center want the Shen family father and son to live even less than I do."