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The rain outside the window has completely stopped, but the storm in Haicheng's financial circle has only just begun.

On the top floor of the Bai Group building, in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Bai Jingyou pointed to the swarms of cars below, a mysterious smile playing on his lips: "Mengyao, do you know what crocodiles like to do most when they're hunting?"

Jiang Mengyao clutched the share pledge agreement tightly in her hand, her palms sweating profusely. She looked at the man in front of her as if she were seeing him for the first time.

"Infiltrating?"

"No, it's a show of weakness." Bai Jingyou turned around, his eyes gleaming coldly. "It will expose its belly, making the prey think it's dead or sick. When the prey gets close to get a share, the death roll begins."

[Gu Yanzhi is now like a hyena drawn by the scent of blood. He thinks I'm selling stocks because of a broken cash flow, little does he know, this is the funeral I'm preparing for him.]

"But Jingyou," Jiang Mengyao's voice trembled slightly, "if they hold more than 51% of the shares, then the Bai family will..."

"The Bai family is just an empty shell." Bai Jingyou interrupted her, walked to his desk, and opened the stock market chart on his computer. "What Gu Yanzhi is left with now is that piece of land in the east of the city that he dreams of, and... a hidden debt of 4 billion."

Jiang Mengyao's beautiful eyes widened.

This isn't a business war, it's practically demolishing a building!

"bite--"

The digital clock on the wall pointed to exactly one o'clock in the afternoon.

The stock market opened for the midday break.

Almost at the same second, a nearly vertical red upward line appeared on the stock price chart of the Bai Group.

Huge buy orders poured in like a tsunami, instantly swallowing up all the sell orders.

"They're here." Chen Mo pushed open the door and entered, holding a tablet computer in his hand. His tone was urgent. "Young Master, the Chu family has made their move. They're going on a buying spree, and the premium has already exceeded 30%! In addition, there are two unidentified funds cooperating with them to go long; they should be Chu Cang's allies overseas."

On the screen, the numbers were jumping wildly.

The market value of Bai Group surged by two billion in just ten minutes.

This should have been a cause for celebration, but instead, a somber atmosphere permeated the conference room.

"A 30% premium?" Bai Jingyou chuckled, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. "Gu Yanzhi is in a hurry. That money laundering news just now makes him feel he has to take over Bai's immediately and use actual control to cover up the accounting problems. He wants to muddy the waters so I can't cooperate with the police investigation."

[In the original novel, Gu Yanzhi used this tactic to drive the Jiang family to their deaths. Once he gained controlling interest, he could use the company seal to forge any evidence favorable to himself, and even turn the tables and shift the blame onto the original management.]

[Unfortunately, I've already revised the script.]

"Chen Mo, notify the finance department." Bai Jingyou's eyes narrowed as he gave the order, "Sell off all the 15% of circulating shares we hold."

"All of them?" Jiang Mengyao exclaimed. "Then you'll lose your majority shareholder status!"

"Sell!" Bai Jingyou's voice was as cold and hard as iron. "And sell in batches, sell when they're pushing the price up, even if it means driving the price down! I want Gu Yanzhi to buy every single share at the peak!"

The next hour was the bloodiest hour in the history of the Haicheng stock market.

The bulls and bears engaged in a fierce battle on the candlestick chart of the Bai Group.

The Chu Group acted like madmen, buying up chips regardless of cost.

Bai Jingyou, on the other hand, acted like a spendthrift, frantically selling off his own company's stocks.

The funds flowed like a waterfall from Chu's account into Bai Jingyou's pocket.

2:30 p.m.

Gu Yanzhi sat in his office at the Haicheng branch of the Chu Group, his tie loosened and his eyes bloodshot.

"Mr. Gu, we already hold 48% of the shares!" the trader shouted excitedly. "Just one more 3%, and the Bai family will be ours! Bai Jingyou is at his last gasp; he's dumping his shares to cash out and run away!"

Gu Yanzhi stared at the screen, his heart pounding.

Although the cost was twice as high as expected, and although the Chu family's emergency reserve funds in the south were used.

But as long as we take down the Bai family and that piece of land in the east of the city, it will all be worth it!

That piece of land is located in the core of Haicheng's future free trade zone, and once developed, it will be worth hundreds of billions!

"Keep buying!" Gu Yanzhi stubbed out his cigarette fiercely, his face contorted with rage. "Throw in the last five hundred million! I want Bai Jingyou to get out of Haicheng tonight!"

He could almost see Bai Jingyou kneeling before him, begging for mercy.

Five minutes later.

"boom!"

With the completion of the final mega-deal, the shareholding structure of the Bai Group has changed.

Chu Group and its concerted parties hold a total of 51.2% of the shares.

Absolute control.

Gu Yanzhi suddenly stood up, threw his head back and laughed loudly: "I won! Hahahaha! Bai Jingyou, you little brat, you dare to mess with me?!"

The executives in the office applauded, and a flood of flattery poured in.

Just then, Gu Yanzhi's phone rang.

It was Bai Jingyou calling.

Gu Yanzhi pressed the speakerphone button, his face radiating the arrogance of a victor: "Young Master Bai, are you calling at this hour to discuss the handover? Don't worry, although you've lost, I'll give you a dignified way to leave."

On the other end of the phone, Bai Jingyou's lazy voice came through, and in the background, you could almost hear the crisp sound of champagne being popped.

"Mr. Gu, congratulations. You spent six billion in cash to buy a shell company."

Gu Yanzhi's expression changed: "What do you mean? That piece of land in the east of the city is under the Bai family's name; I've checked the property certificate!"

"The land is indeed there." Bai Jingyou's voice carried a hint of mockery. "But has President Gu forgotten to check today's Haicheng news?"

"news?"

Gu Yanzhi's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition instantly enveloped his entire body.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the television on the wall.

On television, Haicheng News Channel was broadcasting an emergency announcement.

In the video, a middle-aged official in uniform is solemnly reading a document aloud to the camera.

It was Director Wang of the Planning Bureau, whom Bai Jingyou had arranged to meet that morning.

Director Wang then pointed to the land behind him and said...

"Within this area, all forms of commercial development and excavation are strictly prohibited. All original commercial plans are hereby voided, and all approved projects must be halted immediately..."

"Click."

The wine glass in Gu Yanzhi's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Red wine splattered on his trouser leg looked exactly like dried blood.

Commercial development is strictly prohibited!

That means that what he just bought for six billion was not a commercial land that was worth every inch of it, but a piece of wasteland that could only be looked at but not touched!

Moreover, he also has to bear huge maintenance costs!

"puff--"

Gu Yanzhi felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

On the other end of the phone, Bai Jingyou's voice, like a devil's whisper, clearly echoed throughout the deathly silent office.

"Mr. Gu, I heard that Old Master Chu's health isn't very good? This piece of land has excellent feng shui, with heavy yin energy, so it's perfect for your Chu family to use as their ancestral burial site. Consider this 6 billion as my gift to the old man."

"Baek Kyung-woo!!!"

Gu Yanzhi let out a shrill roar, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.

"President Gu! President Gu has fainted!"

"Call an ambulance immediately!"

The call was disconnected.

The top management of the Bai Group.

Jiang Mengyao stared blankly at the news on TV, then glanced at Bai Jingyou, who was elegantly sipping champagne.

She felt that her worldview had been reshaped.

Six billion.

That's it...gone?

The Chu family not only exhausted its cash flow, but also took on a huge burden.

Bai Jingyou, on the other hand, cashed out at a high price, holding billions of yuan in cash, completely unharmed.

"How did you do that?" Jiang Mengyao murmured to herself. "How did you know there was an ancient tomb there?"

"Just lucky." Bai Jingyou put down his wine glass, walked to her side, and gently tidied her slightly messy hair.

"Luck is also a form of strength." Bai Jingyou looked at the darkening sky outside the window, his eyes deep. "Mengyao, this is just the first step. The Chu family is a tiger with a broken leg, but it's not dead yet. The real slaughter will begin next."

Looking at the man in front of her, Jiang Mengyao's last trace of hesitation vanished.

She reached out and took Bai Jingyou's hand.

"No matter what you do, the Jiang family will follow you."

Bai Jingyou clenched his fist in the back, the warmth of their palms mingling.

Just then, Chen Mo strode in, his expression somewhat strange.

"Young Master, we have received a message from President Ye."

"Oh?" Bai Jingyou raised an eyebrow. "What instructions did that young lady give this time?"

"It's not an instruction." Chen Mo handed over a gold-embossed invitation. "President Ye said she's hosting a celebration banquet at the Purple Bamboo Villa and invites you and Miss Jiang to attend."

......

Purple Bamboo Villa.

This is Haicheng's most mysterious den of iniquity, hidden deep in a bamboo forest halfway up the mountain. Without an introduction from an acquaintance, even if you have a fortune, you won't be able to find your way here.

At this moment, the air after the rain is filled with the fresh scent of earth and bamboo leaves.

A black Maybach silently glided across the wet cobblestone road and stopped in front of an antique-style courtyard.

"Young Master, we've arrived." Chen Mo turned off the engine and glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Bai Jingyou straightened his cuffs, his expression calm. Jiang Mengyao, however, seemed a little nervous, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the strap of her handbag.

"Don't be nervous." Bai Jingyou turned his head, his warm palm covering the back of her hand, a smile playing on his lips. "Ye Lingqing is like a fox; as long as you have meat in your hand, she won't bite. Right now, we hold the fattest piece of meat in the entire Haicheng."

Jiang Mengyao took a deep breath, and the panic in her eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a light called "determination".

"I'm fine." She straightened her back. "I just didn't expect that the legendary, arrogant CEO Ye would extend an olive branch to us so quickly."

"Because she smelled blood." Bai Jingyou got out of the car and gentlemanly protected Jiang Mengyao's head. "Let's go see what kind of good tea this lady bodhisattva has prepared for us."

After passing through a winding corridor, the waiter pushed open a carved wooden door.

Warm yellow light poured out.

The room was decorated with exquisite elegance. Beside the rosewood tea table, a woman in a dark green cheongsam was kneeling on a cushion, holding a teapot in her delicate hands and brewing tea with graceful movements.

Ye Lingqing. The spokesperson for the Ye family in the capital.

"Young Master Bai, Miss Jiang, you've arrived just in time."

Ye Lingqing raised her head, her peach blossom eyes, which seemed to speak, curved slightly, and her voice was as soft and sweet as the misty rain of Jiangnan.

He didn't get up to greet her, nor did he put on airs; he handled the situation perfectly.

"Mr. Ye, you have quite the refined taste."

Bai Jingyou didn't stand on ceremony. He pulled Jiang Mengyao to sit down opposite him, picked up the aroma cup in front of him, took a light sniff, and said, "Good tea. It's a pity that I drank too much celebratory wine at the company just now, and my mouth is full of the smell of money. I'm afraid I won't be able to appreciate the Zen in this tea."

"The smell of money is wonderful." Ye Lingqing covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "In this world, the most fragrant smell is the smell of money. Especially the oil scraped off the Chu family, it smells even better."