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Three o'clock in the morning, at the Chen family's old house.

This three-courtyard siheyuan, located within the Second Ring Road, is usually as quiet as an ancient temple, but tonight it is brightly lit.

Inside the main hall, the air was so thick it was suffocating.

On a fine rosewood armchair, Chen He, dressed in a silk nightgown, held two lion's head walnuts that he had been playing with for over a decade, their veins bulging on the back of his hands.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Chen Tianyu was thrown into the main hall like a rag doll, his knees hitting the floor tiles hard. He grimaced in pain, but didn't dare to let out a scream.

Because he saw the gloomy face of the person sitting in the main seat, a face so dark it seemed to drip water.

"Dad..." Chen Tianyu called out tremblingly, his voice barely audible.

Chen He ignored him, his gaze passing over his kneeling son and fixed on the young man who strolled in leisurely.

Bai Jingyou didn't stand on ceremony and went straight to the guest seat to sit down.

Chen Mo stood guard at the door like a gatekeeper, the silver briefcase in his hand particularly eye-catching.

"I hope my late-night visit didn't disturb Uncle Chen's rest?" Bai Jingyou even had the leisure to pour himself a cup of tea, his movements as elegant as if he were in his own backyard.

"Mr. Bai, you've got some skills." Chen He's voice was hoarse, tinged with suppressed anger. "Intercepting someone on the airport runway—if word gets out, Mr. Bai, aren't you afraid people will say you kidnapped them?"

"Kidnapping? Uncle Chen, you're exaggerating."

Bai Jingyou blew away the foam on the surface of his tea, a smile playing on his lips. "I'm helping Uncle Chen mitigate his losses. After all, if he really manages to take this 3 billion yuan hole overseas, it won't be a simple economic dispute; it'll be money laundering. If Interpol gets involved, can Uncle Chen's old bones withstand the strain?"

Upon hearing the words "3 billion," Chen He's eyelids twitched violently.

Although he had already received word of it, when Bai Jingyou casually uttered the number, it still felt like a heavy blow to his chest.

"The traitor!"

Chen He suddenly stood up, grabbed the purple clay teapot beside him, and smashed it hard at Chen Tianyu.

"Snapped!"

The scalding hot tea, mixed with the shards, exploded on Chen Tianyu's forehead, and blood instantly flowed down.

"Dad! I was wrong! I was really wrong!" Chen Tianyu, ignoring the blood, kowtowed desperately. "I was scammed! That fund manager said the return would be 200%, and I thought I'd make a fortune to cover the family's losses. Who knew it was a scam!"

"Shut up! You idiot!" Chen He was so angry that he trembled all over. He looked around for something handy and finally grabbed the cane leaning against the wall and slapped it down hard.

"Three billion! That's the Chen family's working capital! You took it to fill that bottomless pit? And you even dared to forge official seals? I'll beat you to death today, you spendthrift!"

The dull thud of the stick hitting flesh was especially clear in the quiet of the night.

Chen Tianyu clutched his head and rolled on the ground, wailing loudly.

Bai Jingyou watched this scene quietly, his eyes completely unmoved, as if he were watching a poorly made stage play.

After striking for a full two minutes, Chen He was panting heavily, and his cane almost broke.

He stopped and stole a glance at Bai Jingyou.

Bai Jingyou was still drinking tea, not even lifting his eyelids.

Chen He's heart sank. This kid is impervious to reason. This self-inflicted injury ploy won't work.

"Alright, Uncle Chen." Bai Jingyou put down his teacup, the porcelain bottom tapping on the table with a crisp sound. "Stop acting. If you really wanted to kill him, you wouldn't have used that unsharpened cane; a golf club would have been much more effective."

Chen He froze, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face. He then threw away his cane and slumped back into his chair.

"Mr. Bai, let's not beat around the bush." ​​Chen He instantly aged ten years. "What do you want?"

The evidence is in Bai Jingyou's hands. Once the flow of these 3 billion yuan is exposed, the scandal of Chen's Group's alleged money laundering will be confirmed. Tomorrow, the stock price will not only fall to the daily limit, but the China Securities Regulatory Commission and the Economic Investigation Brigade will immediately come knocking.

In comparison, protecting this useless son is secondary; preserving the Chen family's foundation is the key.

"Uncle Chen is a straightforward man." Bai Jingyou waved his hand.

Chen Mo stepped forward, took out a pre-prepared contract from his briefcase, and placed it in front of Chen He.

Chen He picked up the contract, and his expression changed after reading only the first page.

"You want 'Chen Guang Plaza'?" Chen He's voice suddenly rose. "That's the Chen family's six core commercial complexes in first-tier cities! They're our cash cows every year! Bai Jingyou, your appetite is far too big!"

"Is it big?" Bai Jingyou leaned forward, crossed his hands on his knees, and his eyes sharpened. "The 3 billion that Chen Tianyu embezzled went through the Chen Group's main account. If I send this flow chart to the major banks, Uncle Chen, do you think the banks will withdraw their loans tomorrow? If the Chen Group's financial chain breaks down then, these six plazas will probably end up being auctioned off by the banks."

"You..." Chen He pointed at Bai Jingyou, his finger trembling.

"Moreover, I only want the operating rights and ownership of these six plazas; I won't take on a single penny of the debt." Bai Jingyou continued to escalate the offer. "In exchange, I will completely destroy that fund flow chart. As for the 3 billion deficit, Uncle Chen, with your vast wealth, selling some overseas assets should be enough to cover it."

This is taking advantage of someone's misfortune. It's blatant robbery.

But unfortunately, Chen He had no choice.

If they don't agree, the Chen family will suffer the same fate as the Shen family, falling from grace and being ousted by everyone. If they agree, although it will be as painful as cutting off a piece of their own flesh, at least they can save their lives and preserve their core interests.

A deathly silence fell over the main hall.

Only Chen Tianyu's intermittent sobs could be heard.

a long time.

"Pen." Chen He squeezed out the word through gritted teeth.

Chen Mo immediately handed him a Montblanc pen.

With trembling hands, Chen He signed his name at the end of the contract. Each stroke felt like a tear in his heart.

"Uncle Chen is generous." Bai Jingyou took the contract, glanced at it, nodded in satisfaction, and then took out a lighter from his pocket.

He picked up the original copy of the fund flow chart on the table and, in front of Chen He, lit a corner of it.

The flames flickered, illuminating the three faces with their varied expressions.

Only after the paper turned to ashes did Bai Jingyou stand up and straighten his perfectly wrinkle-free suit.

"Chen Tianyu, your dad saved you this time." Bai Jingyou looked down at the mud on the ground. "From now on, if you see me or my people in Beijing, remember to take a detour. I can't guarantee I'll be this patient next time."

After saying that, Bai Jingyou turned and walked out.

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Chen He, who seemed to have been drained of all his energy in an instant.

"By the way, Uncle Chen, DeepBlue Technology is planning to open offline experience stores recently, and your plazas are all in good locations. We'll send you an invitation when we open."

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

Chen He clutched his chest, nearly choking on his own breath.

……

As we stepped out of the Chen family mansion, the eastern sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

The morning air carried a slight chill, yet it refreshed the mind and body.

"Young Master, the Chen family is practically ruined this time." Chen Mo followed behind, his tone unusually tinged with admiration. "Without the commercial plaza to support its cash flow, it will be difficult for the Chen family to make a comeback."

"Chen He is old and only wants to maintain the status quo." Bai Jingyou sat in the car and leaned back wearily. "But he doesn't know that in this era, if you don't move forward, you fall behind."

With these six commercial plazas located in prime locations in first-tier cities, DeepBlue Technology is no longer just a pipe dream. It has online data centers, offline physical traffic entry points, and Ye Lingqing's logistics network.

A massive business empire is rapidly taking shape in his hands.

"Let's go back to the company." Bai Jingyou closed his eyes. "Jiang Mengyao should still be working overtime. Let's get her some breakfast."

"Yes, young master. What would you like to buy?"

"Soy milk and fried dough sticks, she likes the taste of this roadside stall." Bai Jingyou's lips curled into a very faint smile.

Even with billions in assets, some people's tastes remain endearingly simple.

The car started and smoothly drove into the morning light.

Inside the Chen family mansion, Chen He slumped in a chair, gazing at the sky outside the window, muttering to himself, "The sky over the capital... has truly changed."

Meanwhile, in another direction, in Ye Lingqing's private apartment.

The phone screen lit up, and a short message popped up.

[Chen Guang Plaza has been acquired. A pleasant collaboration.]

Ye Lingqing, wrapped in a bathrobe, looked at the message, a hint of shock flashing in her beautiful eyes, which quickly turned into deep apprehension.

Overnight, they took control of the Chen family and seized their core assets.

This man was even more terrifying than she had imagined.

"Bai Jingyou..." she murmured the name, her fingers lightly tracing the screen, "What exactly do you intend to turn this capital into?"

……

DeepBlue Technology, three underground floors.

Jiang Mengyao, sporting huge dark circles under her eyes, stared at the last line of code on the screen as it ran.

"Done!" she cheered, falling backward and collapsing onto the floor.

Just then, a steaming cup of soy milk appeared directly above her line of sight.

"Are you trying to die from overwork and be considered a workplace injury?"

A familiar voice came from inside.

Jiang Mengyao sat up abruptly and saw Bai Jingyou standing next to the server rack with a breakfast bag in his hand, backlit by the light. Although the morning light had not yet reached the basement, he looked even more dazzling than the sunlight.

"You...you're back?" Jiang Mengyao stammered, instinctively trying to straighten her hair.