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Bai Family Villa.

The night was as deep as a fine piece of black velvet, completely enveloping all the noise and evil of the outside world.

Only one warm yellow floor lamp was on in the living room, its soft light spilling onto the expensive carpet.

A faint herbal scent filled the air, mingling with the delicate gardenia fragrance emanating from Jiang Mengyao, creating a sense of peace and tranquility.

When Bai Jingyou pushed the door open, Jiang Mengyao was sitting on the sofa, holding a book in her hands, but she was obviously distracted.

Hearing the noise, she immediately stood up, quickly walked over, and naturally took the suit jacket he had taken off.

"You're back?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of barely perceptible worry. "I made you some hangover soup, it's keeping it warm in the kitchen."

Bai Jingyou looked at her.

She didn't inquire about the bloody strife within the Su family, nor did she delve into the dramatic events in the stock market. She simply acted like an ordinary wife, caring whether he was tired or hungry.

This feeling is wonderful.

It's like drifting in a cold universe for a long time and suddenly falling into a warm ocean.

"Mom and Dad just called." Jiang Mengyao helped him hang up his coat and brought him the bowl of steaming soup. "They didn't ask many questions, just said... they're proud of you. And they told you... to be careful."

Bai Jingyou paused for a moment while holding the soup bowl.

pride?

His mind flashed back to Su Zhenhua's face as he collapsed and convulsed, and to Su Nan's venomous gaze as she was handcuffed.

Is this something to be proud of?

maybe.

In this dog-eat-dog world, victory itself is the greatest glory.

"Young Master." Chen Mo appeared silently at the door. He bowed slightly and handed over a tablet computer. The light from the screen was particularly dazzling in the dimly lit living room.

Seeing this, Jiang Mengyao smiled knowingly and said, "You two chat, I'll go run you a bath."

She turned and left, her back view slender and graceful.

Bai Jingyou's gaze shifted from her to the tablet.

The screen displays a financial news headline:

[Fengqi Technology releases Fengqi OS concept demo, valuation soars overnight, potentially reshaping the landscape of domestic operating systems!]

In the video, a minimalist UI runs smoothly, with multitasking, seamless switching, cross-platform collaboration, and so on. Every function precisely addresses the pain points of the current market.

This is no longer a concept; it's a fully realized example of dimensional reduction warfare.

Below the news article is a newly received encrypted message from Feng Rui.

The message was short, just one sentence, yet it carried more weight than any business contract.

"Young Master Bai, you're right, I admit it. I'll pay you a visit tonight."

A very faint smile appeared at the corner of Bai Jingyou's mouth.

Back at the club, he told Feng Rui, "I'm afraid that in three months, Mr. Feng will be begging me to let you invest more."

How much time has passed?

This old fox is even more impatient than he imagined.

……

It was 7 p.m. in Bai Jingyou's study.

Feng Rui arrived alone, without an assistant, and without the domineering aura he had when they first met.

He was dressed in a low-key dark casual outfit, sitting on the sofa, his posture even a little stiff.

He only took a careful sip of the top-grade Da Hong Pao tea that Chen Mo had just brewed in front of him before putting it down.

"I watched Fengqi Technology's demo video three times," Feng Rui said first, his voice filled with barely suppressed shock. "Young Master Bai, you're not just making a mobile operating system, you're building an ecosystem barrier. Hongye Capital's analyst team produced a report overnight. Once this is implemented, its value will be immeasurable."

Bai Jingyou leaned back in the boss's chair, his fingers interlaced, his entire body hidden in the light and shadow behind him, making it impossible to see his expression.

"So, Mr. Feng is here today to increase his investment?"

"No." Feng Rui shook his head, looked up at Bai Jingyou with an unprecedentedly serious expression, "I'm here to ask to join the group."

He admitted that Bai Jingyou's swift, accurate, and ruthless methods in bringing down the Su family shocked the entire Hongye Capital.

Riding this wave of opportunity, and with the huge profits he made from buying up Su's stock at rock-bottom prices, he decisively defeated several veterans within the company who had always opposed him.

His position at Hongye Capital has never been so secure.

All of this stemmed from his initial gamble on Bai Jingyou.

"Young Master Bai, I'm here on behalf of Hongye Capital to elevate our cooperation to a strategic level." Feng Rui leaned forward slightly, adopting an extremely humble posture. "The waters run deep within Hongye. With the Su family gone, the vacant profits have made many people envious. My rivals won't let this go easily. I need a sufficiently powerful ally."

"What can I get in return?" Bai Jingyou asked calmly.

"All of Hongye Capital's resources," Feng Rui said decisively, "funds, connections, channels, and... some forces that are not convenient to use openly. We can join forces to clean up those old guys entrenched in Haicheng one by one. You want that 'rule-making position'? I'll help you carry it."

This is no longer cooperation; this is surrender.

After witnessing Bai Jingyou's true fangs, the old fox Feng Rui decisively chose to stand behind Bai Jingyou instead of in his opponent's seat.

Bai Jingyou remained silent for a moment, then stood up and personally refilled Feng Rui's teacup.

This simple action instantly relaxed Feng Rui's tense back.

He knew he had made the right bet.

"It's a pleasure working with you." Bai Jingyou handed him a teacup.

"It's a pleasure to work with you!" Feng Rui accepted it with both hands, as if he were receiving a scepter of the future.

After finishing their business, Feng Rui got up to take his leave.

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and casually remarked:

"By the way, Young Master Bai. That kid from the Chu family seems to be getting a bit restless lately."

Bai Jingyou's gaze sharpened.

"My men found out that someone handed him a knife from behind. And..." Feng Rui turned around, his eyes becoming somewhat complicated, "the tip of that knife seemed to be pointed at you."

He didn't say who the person was, nor what kind of knife it was.

But this kind of subtle reminder carries far more weight than revealing everything.

Be extra careful.

After leaving behind those four words, Feng Rui disappeared into the night.

The study returned to silence.

Bai Jingyou stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the headlights of Feng Rui's Maybach merge into the distant traffic and eventually disappear.

That mysterious phone call really started working.

Chu Xuan's discarded chess piece was picked up, polished, and is now placed on the chessboard.

However, even if a chess piece is repainted, it cannot change the fact that it is still a chess piece.

"Chen Mo," Bai Jingyou said without turning his head.

"Young Master." Chen Mo's figure reappeared.

Bai Jingyou looked out the window at the night sky dyed by neon lights, his voice calm and without a ripple.

"Check if any outstanding orthopedic surgeons have recently come to Haicheng."

He paused, a cold, playful smile playing on his lips.

"Especially...those from abroad."

The aftershocks of the Su Group's collapse were still reverberating in Haicheng's business community, but Bai Jingyou's office was so quiet that only the hum of the coffee machine could be heard.

Chen Mo stood in front of his desk, holding a newly printed investigation report in his hand, his expression even more serious than usual.

"Young Master, we've found it."

Chen Mo spread several photos on the table.

The photo is blurry and was obviously taken secretly. The background is the VIP passage of Haicheng First Hospital.

In the photo, a foreign man wearing a black coat and a mask is hurrying by, followed by two assistants carrying cases of precision instruments.

"Hans Weber, Germany's top sports neurosurgeon," Chen Mo pointed at the man, "His appearance fee starts at seven figures in the industry, in US dollars. And this guy has an eccentric personality; he never takes private consultations, unless…"

"Unless the money is so high he can't refuse, or the person behind him is so powerful he dares not refuse." Bai Jingyou took the photo, his fingertip lightly tapping the foreigner's back. "Who is he treating?"

"The hospital is under tight lockdown, but I checked the medication dispensing records for that period." Chen Mo pulled up a receipt, "A large amount of nerve growth factor and bone remodeling agent. This dosage of medication is usually only used in one situation—compulsive rehabilitation after a comminuted fracture."

Bai Jingyou's lips curled into a playful, cold smile.

Many people in Haicheng have broken their legs, but there is only one person who, despite having a broken leg, could afford to hire Hans Weber and even wanted to devour him alive.

Chu Xuan.

"It seems our young master Chu has met a benefactor." Bai Jingyou tossed the photo back onto the table, leaned back in his leather chair, and said, "The Su family has just fallen, and these scoundrels are already jumping out. They're using Chu Xuan as a pawn to test my strength."

"Young Master, do you need me to go to the hospital to cut his throat..." Chen Mo made a gesture as if cutting a throat.

"Rude." Bai Jingyou glanced at him. "What's the point of killing him now? The sugar daddy behind this hasn't even shown up yet. What if you beat the dog and the owner runs away?"

He picked up his phone and dialed Li Yan's number.

The call connected instantly, and Li Yan's signature hoarse voice came through, accompanied by game sound effects in the background: "Hey? Brother You! What's the order? I'm helping the guys rank up!"

"Stop playing around and get to work." Bai Jingyou's voice was devoid of emotion. "Go to the school forum and those popular campus gossip groups, spread the word."

"What news?"

"They're saying that Qianyu Technology is going to have a deep strategic partnership with the Jiang Group, and they'll be holding a joint recruitment presentation in the school auditorium the day after tomorrow afternoon. The key point is—Jiang Mengyao and I will be attending as representatives of both companies, and we'll also announce our engagement date on the spot."

Li Yan on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then gasped: "Brother You, you... I know you're trying to fish for fish, but isn't this bait a bit too big? Does your wife know?"

"Do as I say." Bai Jingyou didn't explain. "Also, you personally lead a team to arrange security for the auditorium the day after tomorrow."

Remember, we're going to stage a "stratagem of empty city" (or similar ruse).

After hanging up the phone, Bai Jingyou turned to look out the window.

The sky was overcast, as if a larger downpour was brewing.

"Chu Xuan, since you want to play, I'll set up a stage for you. I hope your leg heals quickly enough so you can run."