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DeepBlue Technology, CEO's Office.

Bai Jingyou put down his phone and twirled the pen in his hand in a very good mood.

"What? That traitor has taken over?" Ye Lingqing walked in carrying a stack of documents, and guessed most of it just by looking at Bai Jingyou's expression.

"Yes, it went even more smoothly than I expected. Li Jianguo is now grasping at straws in his desperation. He thinks Li He is a lifeline, but little does he know that he is a venomous snake waiting to devour him." Bai Jingyou stood up, walked to the French windows, and looked down at the bustling traffic of Beijing.

"That self-inflicted injury tactic of yours was really underhanded." Ye Lingqing walked to his side and stood beside him. "But I like it. What's next? Are you really going to make that guarantee company lose money?"

"How could that be?" Bai Jingyou sneered. "That guarantee company's funds are just being transferred from one pocket to another. Once the one-month deadline is up, Li He will cooperate with us to create an 'accidental' cash flow crisis. At that time, we can legitimately take over Li's most valuable retail network as a creditor."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Ye Lingqing: "By the way, how are the people in Haicheng adapting?"

"I have to say, the people your sister brought are really capable," Ye Lingqing exclaimed. "That bald old Zhao looks big and burly, but he manages the fleet very well. Last night, a few thugs went to the logistics park to cause trouble and try to collect protection money, but Old Zhao and his men cleared them out in ten minutes without even calling the police. They handled it perfectly."

"Of course, everyone from Haicheng Wharf is shrewd." Bai Jingyou nodded. "But we should also remind them that this is the capital city after all. They need to be careful in their actions and not give anyone a handle to use against them."

"Don't worry, Mengyao is already doing it." Ye Lingqing suddenly smiled. "Your little darling wife brought breakfast to the logistics park early this morning to visit them. She kept calling him Uncle Zhao and Uncle Liu, making those rough men very happy. Now they're practically treating her like their own daughter. I think she's more talented than you at winning people over."

Upon hearing this, a hint of tenderness flashed in Bai Jingyou's eyes: "She was being sincere to everyone. In this industry, sincerity is the rarest luxury."

The top-floor office of the Vice President at the Li Group headquarters.

This place originally belonged to Li Zifeng. The large floor-to-ceiling windows overlook half of Beijing's prosperity, the genuine leather sofas were custom-made in Italy, and even the pen holder on the desk was gold-plated.

At this time, the owner of the office had changed.

Li He sat in that priceless ergonomic chair, holding a freshly brewed cup of Blue Mountain coffee, a look of almost morbid satisfaction on his face.

He slowly spun his chair, his gaze sweeping over everything in the office.

Just yesterday, he wasn't even allowed to enter this door. Every time he came to report on his work, he had to stand at the door like a dog, waiting for Li Zifeng to be in a good mood before he could go in.

Now, Li Zifeng has been driven back home like a stray dog, while Li He has become the new owner of this office.

"Mr. Li."

There was a knock on the office door, and Li Zifeng's former glamorous female secretary walked in.

She had changed into a more fitted business suit, her face plastered with a fawning smile, holding a stack of documents in her hands, and walking with an unusually swaying gait.

"This is the list of personnel changes you requested, and... there's a business cocktail party tonight, what do you think..." The female secretary's eyes were alluring, trying to use the same tactics she used on Li Zifeng on her new boss.

Li He looked at her coldly, his eyes filled with nothing but disgust, devoid of any desire.

"Put the documents down." Li He put down his coffee cup, his tone flat. "Then go to the finance department to settle your salary."

The female secretary froze, her smile fading from her lips. "Mr. Li... what did you say? I've been in this position for three years, I'm very familiar with the work..."

"It's because you know him too well." Li He stood up, walked up to her, his gaze sinister. "You're Li Zifeng's man. I don't want to see any trash related to him in this office. I can even smell that useless stench in the air."

"Did you understand? Get out."

The female secretary turned pale and trembled at Li He's sinister gaze. She didn't even dare to take the documents and turned to flee in a disheveled state.

Looking at the closed door, Li He's lips curled into a cold smile.

He picked up the landline on the table and dialed a number: "Pass the word down that the logistics director and the purchasing manager are both fired. Reason? No reason. I want to replace them with obedient people."

After hanging up the phone, Li He took a deep breath.

The feeling of having the power of life and death is simply wonderful.

He took out his personal phone and sent Bai Jingyou a message: "The cleanup work has begun. I've already arranged to increase the order volume on the procurement side. Within half a month, we should have spent about 70-80% of that 2 billion."

After sending the message, he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and seemed to see the entire Li Group crumbling under his control, and him fleeing far away with his enormous wealth.

……

Located in the western suburbs of Beijing, the former Li's Logistics Park has now been renamed DeepBlue Smart Logistics Center.

Although the name has been changed, it still appears to be a large construction site.

Workers were dismantling old equipment everywhere, and several excavators were working with a roar.

However, in one corner of the park, a temporary command center has already been put into use.

Bai Jingyou, wearing a white safety helmet, stood on the second-floor platform, looking down at the bustling scene below.

Beside him, Jiang Mengyao, dressed in a light blue tracksuit, was distributing several bottles of mineral water to Lao Zhao and a few foremen who were covered in sweat.

"Uncle Zhao, it's too hot today. Let the brothers take a break. I've ordered mung bean soup, it'll be delivered right away," Jiang Mengyao said with a smile, her smile standing out brightly against the dusty construction site.

Old Zhao took the water, gulped down more than half the bottle in one go, wiped the water from his mouth, and his loud voice made everyone's ears ring: "Hey! Sister-in-law is so kind! This is nothing! When we were unloading cargo at Haicheng Wharf, that was like walking through a sea of ​​fire! But since sister-in-law has spoken, let's take a break! Brothers! Miss Jiang, please have some mung bean soup! Everyone, stop for a moment!"

The workers below erupted in cheers.

"Thank you, Ms. Jiang!"

"Miss Jiang is beautiful and kind-hearted; she's sure to make a fortune in the future!"

Bai Jingyou watched this scene with a smile in his eyes. He turned to Ye Lingqing beside him and said, "See? That's personal charisma. Some things can be solved with money, but some things require sincerity."

Ye Lingqing adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Jiang Mengyao, who remained composed and poised even surrounded by a group of rough men. She nodded, a rare occurrence for her: "Indeed. She's more suited for that position than I imagined. If it were me, I'd probably just give them overtime pay and wouldn't care whether they drank mung bean soup or not."

"That's why she's the boss's wife and you're the CFO," Bai Jingyou joked.

Ye Lingqing rolled her eyes at him: "Stop talking nonsense. Let's get down to business. Li He's been moving very fast. I just heard that he signed a procurement contract worth 300 million yuan in one go, and it's all prepayment. Isn't that a bit too much? Isn't Li Jianguo going to do something about it?"

"Li Jianguo has no time to worry about this right now," Bai Jingyou sneered. "He's busy dealing with inquiries from the banks and those major shareholders. And Li He's reasons are quite convincing—stabilizing supplier confidence and building strategic reserves. In Li Jianguo's eyes, Li He is undertaking sweeping reforms to save the group."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Ye Lingqing shook her head. "Being sold out and still helping the seller count the money. Li Jianguo's lifelong reputation was ultimately ruined by two juniors. One was stupid, and the other was wicked."

"The business world is like a battlefield; it shows no mercy." Bai Jingyou turned around, looking at the distant, rolling Western Hills. "By the way, are the dinner arrangements for tonight finalized?"

"It's all arranged." Ye Lingqing closed the folder. "Feng Rui, the CEO of Hongye Capital, and Chen He from the Chen family. These two are very interested in DeepBlue Technology now, especially Feng Rui. He heard that you were going to enter the logistics industry, so he specially canceled his original trip abroad."

"Feng Rui is a cunning old fox, but he has a weakness." Bai Jingyou glanced at Jiang Mengyao, who was chatting and laughing with Lao Zhao downstairs. "Let Mengyao go too. Feng Rui's daughter, Feng Ling, has a good relationship with Mengyao."

7 p.m., Beijing Hotel.

This is a time-honored brand with a rich history. It lacks the extravagance and ostentation of those new clubs, but exudes a low-key air of privilege.

The atmosphere inside the private room was harmonious.

Feng Rui was dressed in a Tang suit, holding two walnuts in his hands. Although he was over fifty years old, he was in good spirits and had sharp eyes like an eagle.

Sitting next to him was a little girl in a Lolita dress, who was enjoying a glass of juice.

It was Feng Ling.

"Oh dear! Sister Mengyao!"

Upon seeing Bai Jingyou and Jiang Mengyao enter, Feng Ling's eyes lit up. She jumped off the chair and rushed into Jiang Mengyao's arms like a small cannonball.

"Ling'er, slow down." Feng Rui looked at his daughter with a doting expression, his tone helpless but full of love. "How old are you? You're still so clumsy. Aren't you afraid that President Bai will laugh at you?"

"Brother Bai wouldn't laugh at me!" Feng Ling looked up and made a face at Bai Jingyou. "Right, Brother Bai?"

Bai Jingyou smiled and patted her head: "Of course. President Feng, President Chen, thank you for waiting."

Chen He, who was sitting on the other side, stood up and shook hands with Bai Jingyou. Chen He was probably in his early forties, wearing black-rimmed glasses and looking very refined. But Bai Jingyou knew that this head of the Chen family was no less skilled in capital operations than Feng Rui.

"Mr. Bai is young and promising," Chen He said with a smile. "The hottest topic in the industry these days is Mr. Bai's two billion yuan investment. To overwhelm the Li family with cash, I am ashamed of my own lack of ambition."

"Mr. Chen, you flatter me. It was just a lucky find." Bai Jingyou smiled modestly, pulled out a chair for Jiang Mengyao to sit down, and sat down next to her.