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

But looking at the burly bodyguards behind Wang Biao, with their bulging waists, no one dared to say "no".

Just then, the door to the private room, which had been tightly closed, was kicked open.

"boom!"

The heavy, solid wood, gold-plated door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, and the entire private room fell silent instantly.

Even the song "Borrow Five Hundred Years from Heaven" on the karaoke machine seemed somewhat comical.

"Who the hell doesn't want to live?!" Wang Biao suddenly stood up, grabbed a wine bottle from the table, and was about to smash it.

However, when he saw who was standing at the door, his hand froze.

Bai Jingyou.

That pretty boy he'd seen countless times in photos, the one he'd wanted to devour alive, was now standing at the door, holding an unopened bottle of...

Nongfu Spring?

"Wow, it's quite lively here."

Bai Jingyou unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back and took a sip of water, then walked in as naturally as if he were just passing by a neighbor's house.

Behind him, Chen Mo led two rows of bodyguards in black, their movements perfectly synchronized, instantly blocking all the exits of the private room.

The bodyguards who were shouting earlier were instantly trapped.

"Bai Jingyou?!" Wang Biao narrowed his eyes, his fleshy face twitching. "You've got some nerve, kid, daring to trespass on my territory? Do you know who I am?"

"I know, Wang Biao, right?" Bai Jingyou walked to the coffee table, disdainfully kicking away Wang Biao's large foot, which was clad in crocodile skin shoes, with his toe, then casually sat down on the sofa. "I heard you wanted to cut off my allowance?"

"So what if I cut off your supplies?" Wang Biao sneered, slamming the wine bottle on the table. "I'm not only going to cut off your supplies, I'm going to smash your pot! This is a business place. As long as I have money, I can buy whose goods I want! What, you want to play dirty? Don't you even know who I am? Do you think I, Wang Biao, am easily intimidated?"

The surrounding building material vendors all shrank back, wishing they could disappear into a crack in the ground.

When gods fight, mortals suffer!

"No, no, no."

Bai Jingyou waved his hand, looking completely innocent. "I'm a civilized person and a law-abiding citizen. I'm here today mainly to inform President Wang of something."

"Notify me?" Wang Biao laughed in exasperation. "Who do you think you are?"

Bai Jingyou ignored his sarcasm, and slowly took out a freshly printed official document from his pocket, gently placing it on the wine-stained coffee table.

"have a look."

Wang Biao picked it up suspiciously, and after just one glance, his expression changed instantly.

That wasn't a commercial contract, but a "Notification of Equity Change for Joint Development of Key Projects in Haicheng New Area".

And in the signature area of ​​Party B, a bright red seal was prominently displayed—

The Ye Group in Beijing.

"This...this is impossible!" Wang Biao's hand trembled, and the document fell to the ground. "How could the Ye family cooperate with a small-town family like yours? This must be fake!"

Before Chu Cang sent him, he repeatedly told him that as long as he didn't provoke the Ye family, he could do whatever he wanted in Haicheng.

But now...

"Go check for yourself if it's true or not." Bai Jingyou leaned forward, crossed his hands on his chin, and looked at him with a mocking gaze. "President Wang, you should know Aunt Ye's temper. She hates it when people touch her cake and eat it too. The East City project you just mentioned that you're going to cut off funding for, the Ye family owns 30% of it."

"In other words..."

The smile on Bai Jingyou's face vanished instantly, and his voice was as cold as if it had been pulled out of an ice cellar.

"You're not cutting off my food supply, you're cutting off the Ye family's food supply."

"You're not going to smash my pot, you're going to smash Ye Lingqing's pot."

"Wang Biao, how many heads do you have? Enough for Aunt Ye to chop off?"

These three sentences, each heavier than the last, were like heavy hammer blows striking Wang Biao's heart.

Wang Biao broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

He may be arrogant, but he's not stupid.

Anyone who makes a living in Beijing knows the saying: "Better to mess with the King of Hell than with Ye Lingqing." Even Master Chu would avoid that crazy woman if she got angry, let alone a lowly henchman like him.

If this document is real... then his actions today are simply defying the laws of nature!

"Misunderstanding...misunderstanding..." Wang Biao swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly. His earlier arrogance vanished instantly. "Young Master Bai, it's all a misunderstanding! I didn't know that President Ye...President Ye was also involved in this project..."

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, go explain it to Aunt Ye."

Bai Jingyou stood up, patted non-existent dust off his trousers, and said, "However, I'm a rather merciful person and don't want to push things too far. I'll give you one hour."

He raised his wrist and looked at the Patek Philippe.

"If I see you, or any of your men, in Haicheng an hour from now..."

Bai Jingyou paused, then turned to Chen Mo behind him. "Chen Mo, call Aunt Ye for me and tell her that someone in Haicheng doesn't want her to make money. Ask her if she wants to eat wild game."

"Understood." Chen Mo readily took out his phone.

"No! Don't hit me!"

Wang Biao was so frightened he almost knelt down. His once fleshy face was now as pale as paper. "I'm leaving! I'm leaving right now! Get out of Haicheng immediately!"

Are you kidding me!

If Ye Lingqing found out that he had ruined the Ye family's business in Haicheng, Chu Cang would definitely chop him up and feed him to the dogs immediately to appease the Ye family's anger!

"Then get out of here!" Bai Jingyou shouted coldly.

"Get out! I'm leaving right now!"

Wang Biao didn't dare utter a single harsh word, and fled in a sorry state with his bodyguards, not even bothering to take the bottle of Louis XIII.

The remaining building material suppliers in the private room stared in disbelief, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Bai Jingyou.

With just a few words, without even lifting a finger, he scared the ruthless guy from the capital so badly he ran away in terror.

Is this the trick of the young master of the Bai family?

"Uncles and elders," Bai Jingyou turned around, the coldness on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by the humble and polite demeanor of a junior, "I'm sorry you were startled earlier. The drinks are on me today, please continue drinking and chatting. As for the supply..."

"Don't worry, Young Master Bai! From now on, we'll prioritize supplying the Bai family with our goods! Even if we lose money, we'll still supply them!"

"That's right! Anyone who dares to cut off the Bai family's supplies is going against us!"

Everyone expressed their opinions, fearing that if they were even a second late, they would be blacklisted.

Bai Jingyou nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave with Chen Mo.

Stepping out of the Golden Tripod Clubhouse, a cool night breeze was blowing.

Chen Mo glanced back at the brightly lit clubhouse and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, does this count as... dragging President Ye into this mess?"

"That's called making good use of resources." Bai Jingyou stretched, in a great mood. "Since Aunt Ye invested money, she should do something about it. There's no such thing as a free lunch."

[Besides, this is just the beginning. That old schemer Chu Cang, having suffered such a huge loss, certainly won't let it go easily. But I won this first round.]

……

The capital city, the Chu family villa.

"Snapped!"

A priceless Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain teacup was smashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Sitting in the armchair, Chu Cang's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He held the phone in his hand, and Wang Biao's mournful voice came through the receiver.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Chu Cang roared, his chest heaving, "I sent you to Haicheng to establish my authority, not to embarrass yourself! You were scared back by a junior with a piece of paper? Is your brain filled with shit?!"

"Master Chu...it really does have the Ye family's official seal on it..." Wang Biao was almost in tears, feeling wronged. "If I resist, it'll be like starting a war with the Ye family..."

"Ye Lingqing..."

Chu Cang gritted his teeth and uttered the name, the anger in his eyes gradually turning into deep apprehension.

He hadn't expected that Bai Jingyou, this insignificant brat, would act so quickly.

They had barely dealt with Chen Hao when they brought out the powerful Ye family.

This tactic of using someone else's strength against them is even more skillful than some of the old foxes in Beijing!

"Alright, get back here and receive your punishment!"

Chu Cang hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.

Since force doesn't work, we'll have to try a different approach.

"Bai Jingyou... since you want to play by the rules of business, then I'll play along with you."

Chu Cang walked to the safe in the study, took out a long-sealed file folder, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Ye Lingqing can protect you for a while, but not forever. The waters of Haicheng are much deeper than you imagine..."

On the file folder, three words were clearly written—

Jiang family.

Meanwhile, in Haicheng, Bai Jingyou was unaware that a new conspiracy had quietly unfolded.

He was sitting in the back seat of the Maybach, sending WeChat messages to Jiang Mengyao.

[Bai Jingyou: Problem solved. I'll be there on time tomorrow. Also, have your dad bring out that bottle of good wine he's hiding in the third drawer of the study. Don't try to fool me with some cheap supermarket stuff.]

After sending the message, he looked at the fleeting night view outside the window and gently closed his eyes.

[The calm before the storm. But...]

[Who is the hunter and who is the prey is still uncertain.]