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The sea breeze carried a salty smell, swirling up hundred-yuan bills on the ground, only to have them firmly pressed down by rough, large hands.

As the sirens faded into the distance, Zhao Biao was dragged away like a lump of rotten meat, along with his group of sycophantic cronies who usually acted arrogantly. They were all thrown into the car by Su Man's men like chickens.

The dock, which had been tense just moments before, was now filled only with the frantic sound of the money counting machine and the workers' suppressed, rapid breathing.

"President Ye." Bai Jingyou took the wet wipe Jiang Mengyao handed him, slowly wiping his fingers, which were free of dust. "The show's over. From now on, Pier No. 7 will belong to both Bai and Ye. I've done the dirty work of cleaning house. Now, shouldn't the Ye family step in for the rest of the operations?"

Ye Lingqing took a deep look at the young man in front of her.

Just now, she witnessed a textbook example of the combination of kindness and severity.

Five million in cash stunned everyone, and a ruthless move eliminated the troublemaker.

[This isn't some naive rich kid; he's clearly a wolf in sheep's clothing.]

"Young Master Bai, you have some good methods." Ye Lingqing stubbed out her cigarette, her red lips parted slightly, "However, Zhao Biao is restless, and Chu Cang is hard to guard against. You've cut off his claws in Haicheng, but that old madman won't let it go. Although we've taken over Pier No. 7, without ships docking, it's a bottomless pit that burns through hundreds of thousands in maintenance fees every day."

"No boat?" Bai Jingyou chuckled, crumpling the tissue he used to wipe his hands into a ball and tossing it casually. The tissue landed precisely in a trash can two meters away. "The sea is wide enough for fish to leap; as long as the water is deep enough, why worry about not catching big fish?"

……

three days later.

As it turns out, Ye Lingqing's jinx was very accurate.

Or rather, Chu Cang's revenge came faster and was more insidious than anyone had imagined.

The atmosphere in the top-floor conference room of the Bai Group was so heavy it seemed like water could drip from it.

"Mr. Bai, something's happened."

The operations director rushed into the conference room, sweating profusely, holding a fax he had just received. "The Beijing Maritime Association issued a risk warning letter half an hour ago, designating Pier 7 as a high-risk operating area. Immediately afterwards, three 10,000-ton cargo ships originally scheduled to dock today and tomorrow were all temporarily diverted to the adjacent Pier 8!"

"Not only that," another executive said, standing up shakily. "I just received a call from the insurance company saying that our shipping insurance rates are going to be increased by 300%, because... the security situation at the port has deteriorated recently."

"In addition, several long-term logistics companies have also called to say... that their fleet is broken and they can't come to pick up goods recently."

Bad news came like snowflakes.

The entire conference room erupted in uproar.

This is a plan to eliminate all descendants.

Without using a knife or a gun, Chu Cang simply moved his lips.

He used his connections and influence accumulated over decades in Beijing to sentence Pier No. 7 to death.

There were no boats, no cargo, and no vehicles.

The dock became a dead port.

"This is Chu Cang's method."

Ye Lingqing pushed open the door, her face extremely grim. She slammed an expensive Hermes bag onto the conference table. "They've already announced from Beijing that anyone who dares to dock at Pier 7 is going against the Chu family. Bai Jingyou, you were quite generous with your 'specialty' shipments, but now we're blacklisted."

She braced herself on the table, leaned forward, and stared intently at the man in the main seat: "Losing two million every day is a minor issue. The key is reputation. Without ships for half a month, Pier No. 7 will be completely ruined. At that point, Chu Cang can simply buy back this land at a low price and turn it into a junkyard."

Jiang Mengyao sat to the side, her face a little pale, but she still held Bai Jingyou's cup tightly in her hand, looking at everyone with a firm gaze: "I believe Jingyou has a way."

"Believe?" Ye Lingqing sneered, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes. "Miss Jiang, the business world isn't child's play. You can't start a boat with just love."

The conference room was completely silent, and all eyes were focused on the young man.

Bai Jingyou sat in a genuine leather boss's chair, toying with a black pen in his hand. Gold-rimmed glasses perched on his high nose bridge, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

Hearing Ye Lingqing's question, he merely raised his eyelids slightly.

"Are you done talking?"

His voice was calm, without a trace of panic.

[That old bastard Chu Cang, he's still using the same old tricks. In the original story, he used an industry blacklist to force two shipping companies in Haicheng to their deaths, and then finally acquired them at a low price.]

[Unfortunately, the script isn't in your hands now.]

"President Ye, please calm down." Bai Jingyou put down his pen, took a prepared document from Chen Mo, and pushed it across the smooth table to Ye Lingqing. "Chu Cang is blocking domestic private shipping fleets, using his connections in the northern business circle. But..."

Bai Jingyou's lips curled into a playful smile. "What if the arriving ship isn't under his jurisdiction?"

Ye Lingqing was taken aback and subconsciously opened the file.

She only glanced at it, and her pupils dilated instantly.

That was a strategic cooperation agreement.

The client's name was glaringly gold-plated—Polaris Heavy Industry.

"This is…" Ye Lingqing looked up abruptly, her voice trembling, "The largest energy transportation group? How could you possibly have gotten in touch with them?!"

"I was lucky." Bai Jingyou shrugged. "I heard a while ago that they were looking for a new transshipment port in the Far East because they thought the old port was too shallow and inefficient. So I had someone send an email with the data on the newly upgraded deep-water berths at Pier 7."

[Of course, it wasn't luck. In the original story, Polaris Heavy Industries was forced to find a new port next month due to a major accident at its original port, causing a bloody battle among the various factions in Sea City. I simply intercepted them beforehand and lured them over with more favorable terms.]

"But..." the operations director stammered, "the Chu family's blacklist..."

"No matter how far Chu Cang's reach is, how far can it extend?" Bai Jingyou stood up, straightened his suit buttons, and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. "He can shut down the timid small fry in the country, but would he dare to shut down Polaris Heavy Industry? That's an industry leader in energy trading. Even if Chu Cang had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to stop it."

As Baek Kyung-woo said.

The Chu family are local bullies, tyrants. But in the face of such a multinational giant, the so-called industry blacklist is nothing but a piece of waste paper.

"Ugh—!!!"

Just then, a deep and resonant whistle, like a colossal beast from ancient times, pierced through the layers of glass, causing the tables and chairs in the conference room to tremble slightly.

Everyone turned to look out the window in astonishment.

In the distance, on the horizon, a giant ship painted in dark blue was slowly sailing into the port.

The massive ship was like a moving steel island, blotting out the sky.

The ship's hull was painted with a huge white logo and the prominent North Star emblem.

Behind that giant ship were two escort-class supply ships.

"They're here."

Bai Jingyou, with one hand in his pocket and his back to the crowd, looked at the giant ship that could crush any blockade and said softly.

"Chen Mo, pass the word down. All personnel at Pier 7 are on duty at Level 1."

Bai Jingyou turned around, looked at Ye Lingqing who was completely stunned, and put on his signature harmless smile.

"President Ye, for this first route into Beijing, I didn't take the land route, nor did I use the Chu family's waterway."

"I paved the road right into the sea."

……

Fragrant Hills Villa in Beijing.

"Snapped!"

A priceless Song Dynasty Ru ware teacup was smashed to pieces on the ground.

Chu Cang stood in the study, his chest heaving violently. His face, which was usually so gloomy that it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, was now distorted with extreme rage.

The butler knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to lift his head.

"Polaris Heavy Industries... What a Polaris Heavy Industries!"

Chu Cang gritted his teeth, each word seemingly squeezed out from between them, "How did this kid know that Polaris was changing ports? This is top-secret information that I only just received!"

His much-vaunted industry blockade is nothing but a joke in the face of a behemoth like Polaris Heavy Industries.

Not only did he fail to starve Bai Jingyou, he also forced Bai Jingyou to break free from the domestic competitive environment and directly board the fast track of the international energy sector!

This is not just a slap in the face, it's digging up the Chu family's ancestral graves!

Once Pier 7 becomes Polaris Heavy Industries' Far East transit point, it means that the Bai family has a get-out-of-jail-free card in Haicheng that the Chu family would absolutely not dare to touch.

"Master, shall we continue to cause trouble over there?" the butler asked cautiously.

"What the hell!" Chu Cang kicked the butler in the shoulder. "That ship is equipped with natural gas! What if it explodes and causes a diplomatic incident? Do you want me to be buried with that kid?!"

Chu Cang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He walked to the window, looked at the withered yellow leaves outside, and a trace of unprecedented apprehension flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"It seems Gu Yanzhi's defeat was not unjustified. This kid is no ordinary rich second-generation; he's a prodigy."

"Since commercial blockades aren't working..." Chu Cang narrowed his eyes, tapping his fingers lightly on the windowsill, "then let's try a different approach. Notify 'that person' that it's time to return home."

……

Haicheng, Pier No. 7.

The awe-inspiring sight of the giant ship docking was unparalleled.

The workers, who were initially filled with anxiety due to the work stoppage, now had their eyes shining as they looked at the mountain of shipping containers.

If there's work to do, there's money to be made.

Bai Jingyou not only didn't lie to them, but he also brought an even bigger order than when the Chu family was in power!

"Jingyou."

Jiang Mengyao stood on the pier, the sea breeze ruffling her hair. Looking at the composed man beside her, her eyes were filled with admiration and love. "You knew this ship would come along?"

"I suppose so." Bai Jingyou took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "In business, you always have to keep a few cards up your sleeve."

"Young Master Bai's trump card really surprised me."

Ye Lingqing walked over in high heels, her eyes filled with complex emotions as she looked at the busy unloading scene.

She originally thought she was the one in control of the game, and Bai Jingyou was just a pawn she used to fight against the Chu family.

But now it seems that it's still uncertain who the player is and who the pawn is.

"Now that the crisis is over, shouldn't we renegotiate our cooperation agreement?" Ye Lingqing tossed her hair, reverting to her shrewd demeanor. "I want to increase the profit margin on the Polaris Heavy Industries order by another 10%."

"Mr. Ye, greed will only make you ugly." Bai Jingyou smiled and did not refuse. "An additional 10% is fine, but I have a new condition."

"What?"