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

Haicheng Port.

The enormous gantry crane stood like a steel behemoth in the night, its searchlight beams piercing the darkness and casting deep shadows among the mountains of containers.

The air was thick with the smells of engine oil, the fishy smell of the sea, and an indescribable rusty odor—the smell of money rotting.

Like a silent black shark, the Maybach glided quietly across the waterlogged concrete road.

"Boss, the road ahead is blocked." Chen Mo stepped on the brake, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and spoke calmly.

Ten meters ahead, two dilapidated forklifts were blocking the middle of the road, and several men in work clothes with tattooed arms were playing cards around an abandoned oil drum.

Upon hearing the car, the group slowly turned around, their eyes revealing the roguish and ruthless air of those who had spent years mingling at the docks.

Bai Jingyou lowered the car window halfway, the cigarette between his fingers flickering.

"Uncle Jiang said this is a gift, but I think it's more like a test." Bai Jingyou chuckled and flicked his cigarette ash. "This is a test to see if I can keep these mudfish in check."

[That old man is wicked. He gave me the port, but didn't clean up the management.]

"Boss, shall I handle this?" Chen Mo unbuckled his seatbelt.

"No need." Bai Jingyou pushed open the car door and got out. His leather shoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the wet ground. "I ate too much tonight, this is a good way to digest."

He didn't bring any bodyguards; he simply walked leisurely towards the group, dressed in a well-tailored bespoke suit.

The sea breeze tousled his bangs, but it couldn't dispel the innate nobility and arrogance about him.

"Hey, where did this pretty boy come from? You've come to the wrong place, haven't you? This is a private dock."

The bald man at the head of the group spat out the toothpick from his mouth, picked up a steel pipe, and stood up.

His name was Liu Dao, a vicious dog that Chu Cang used to keep, which was in charge of the gray customs clearance at this dock.

The Chu family has fallen, but he still has a lot of goods in his hands and is planning to make a quick buck and run away in the chaos.

Bai Jingyou stopped three steps away from him, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

"Liu Dao, right?" Bai Jingyou's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly audible on the empty dock. "How much relocation fee did Chu Cang give you that gave you the guts to stop my car?"

Liu Dao paused for a moment, then grinned maliciously: "Since you know my name, you should know the rules. The Chu family may be gone, but the brothers haven't sorted out the goods at this dock yet. Want to go in? Fine, leave some toll."

"Toll fee?" Bai Jingyou seemed to have heard a joke, a playful smile curving his lips. "Chen Mo."

Chen Mo stepped forward, took a document out of his briefcase, and handed it to Bai Jingyou.

"This is the property transfer document, stamped with the official seals of Haicheng Port Authority and Jiang Group." Bai Jingyou casually flipped through it, then—

"Click."

He took out a lighter and lit the corner of the document.

The flames danced in the sea breeze, illuminating Liu Dao's astonished face.

"Are you crazy?! That's a property ownership certificate!" Liu Dao exclaimed.

"Just a photocopy." Bai Jingyou watched the document turn to ashes, then casually tossed it aside. "What I want to tell you is that rules are like this piece of paper; I can burn them whenever I want. From this moment on, the rules of Business No. 7 belong to Bai."

"As for you..." Bai Jingyou stepped forward, staring intently into Liu Dao's eyes, his voice suddenly turning cold, "Only dead fish drift with the tide. Do you want to be that dead fish, or would you like a bigger fish tank?"

Liu Dao tightened his grip on the steel pipe, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. He had been in the underworld for twenty years and had seen ruthless people, but never anyone this arrogant. But for some reason, looking into the unfathomable eyes of the young man before him, he felt a chill run down his spine.

That look in his eyes wasn't a show of bravado or ruthlessness, but rather a kind of indifference. It was as if, in his eyes, he wasn't a person, but a piece of data that could be erased at any moment.

"Chen Mo, give him the things in the trunk."

Chen Mo stepped forward and tossed a heavy black briefcase onto the oil drum.

"One million in cash," Bai Jingyou said calmly. "Take the money, take your people, and go back to your hometown to retire. Or, stay, but I don't keep dogs that bite their owners here. Three seconds, choose one."

"one."

"two."

The air seemed to freeze. Liu Dao stared at the briefcase, then at the Maybach lurking in the darkness behind Bai Jingyou, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

Clang.

The steel pipe landed on the ground.

"Young Master Bai... from now on, you're in charge of this dock." Liu Dao lowered his head, his voice hoarse.

Bai Jingyou laughed, patted Liu Dao's oil-stained shoulder, not caring at all about getting his suit dirty: "Smart man. Have the roadblocks removed. Also, open the door to warehouse number 3 in section C."

……

Warehouse No. 3, Area C.

This is the most central area of ​​the entire No. 7 Pier, and also the location of the "Bluebird Project" mentioned by Jiang Zhenguo.

The huge roller shutter door slowly rose, making a rusty, screeching sound.

The warehouse was empty except for a shipping container tightly wrapped in canvas placed in the very center.

Bai Jingyou went inside and gestured for Liu Dao and his men to stand guard outside.

"Boss, if this contains contraband, what will happen to the Shen family...?" Chen Mo said with some concern.

"Since the Shen family sent cleaners, it means that what's inside is more than just contraband." Bai Jingyou walked to the container and lifted the canvas.

The side of the container is painted with a blue bird logo, below which is a series of complex numbers.

There is no lock.

Or rather, the lock has been broken.

Bai Jingyou's eyes narrowed.

"It seems someone got here before us."

He reached out and pulled open the heavy iron door.

"That old bastard Chu Cang, he's really got guts." Bai Jingyou narrowed his eyes.

"Slap, slap, slap."

A sudden burst of applause came from the shadows deep within the warehouse.

Bai Jingyou didn't turn around, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

[Finally decided to leave? I thought you were going to squat behind that pile of cardboard boxes until your legs went numb.]

"Excellent. Not only is Young Master Bai a shrewd businessman, but his eye for treasures is also first-rate."

A middle-aged man wearing a gray Zhongshan suit walked out slowly.

He looked ordinary, like any old man walking his bird in a park, even holding two walnuts for collecting.

But he walks silently.

Chen Mo tensed up instantly and stood in front of Bai Jingyou.

"Guo Huai?" Bai Jingyou turned around and accurately called out the other person's name.

The man paused slightly in his walnut-picking motion, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Young Master Bai, do you know me?"

"How could I not know the renowned Mr. Guo of Beijing?" Bai Jingyou leaned against the shipping container, looking relaxed. "What, are you still not satisfied with Shen Zhuo being expelled from the family register? Does the Shen family really need to send someone as important as you to a small place like Haicheng for a clandestine visit?"

In the original story, Guo Huai is an extremely difficult character.

He doesn't use weapons, but he's adept at creating accidents and evidence; countless people who offended the Shen family mysteriously disappeared from this world.

Guo Huai smiled, his face crinkling with a kind smile: "Young Master Bai, you flatter me. I'm just a gofer. This batch of goods originally belonged to the Shen family; Chu Cang was merely a storekeeper. Now that the storekeeper was fired for his incompetence, it's perfectly reasonable for me to come and retrieve the owner's belongings, isn't it?"

"That makes perfect sense." Bai Jingyou nodded. "However, Mr. Guo seems to have forgotten something."

"What?"

"This dock now belongs to the Bai family." Bai Jingyou pointed to the ground beneath his feet. "Anything on my turf is mine. The Shen family wants it back? Fine. Have the head of the Shen family call me personally."

Guo Huai's smile gradually faded, his eyes turning sharp as knives: "Young man, your appetite is too big; you'll only end up bloated. This batch of goods is a hot potato; you can't handle it. Why not hand it over to me? Consider it a favor the Shen family owes you."

"A favor from the Shen family?" Bai Jingyou scoffed. "Shen Zhuo said he owed me a favor before, and what happened? He turned around and tried to stab me in the back. Favors from your Shen family have too high an inflation rate; they're worthless."

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

The waves outside the warehouse crashed against the embankment, making a dull roar.

The walnut in Guo Huai's hand stopped spinning. He stared at Bai Jingyou for a full ten seconds before suddenly sighing.

"It seems Jiang Zhenguo has chosen a tough son-in-law." Guo Huai shook his head, took out a business card from his pocket, and gently placed it on the shelf next to him. "Young Master Bai, you can hold onto this batch of goods for now. But I must remind you, the waters of Beijing run deep, and some things can't be touched just by money. I hope that next time we meet, we can chat as calmly as we are now."

After saying that, he turned and left without any hesitation.

Just as Chen Mo was about to move, Bai Jingyou raised his hand to stop him.

"Let him go."

Bai Jingyou only breathed a sigh of relief after Guo Huai's figure completely disappeared into the night.

What the Shen family fears is not the Bai family, but the Damocles' sword hanging over them.

"Boss, he just left like that?" Chen Mo asked, puzzled.

"He went back to report, and he's also waiting for reinforcements." Bai Jingyou tossed the crystal back into the box with a crisp sound. "This shipment is the Shen family's Achilles' heel, and also our shield. Contact Feng Rui immediately and have him bring the most professional security team to take over the dock. Also..."

A glint of light flashed in Bai Jingyou's eyes: "Call Bai Qianqian. Tell her I have something good to show her. I think that tech fanatic would be interested in this rare material."

Since it's a hot potato, let's turn it into a soup that no one else can afford.

By binding the Feng, Bai, and even Jiang families together with this pot of soup, the Shen family would have to consider whether they could withstand the wrath of the three families if they wanted to overturn the table.

As I stepped out of the warehouse, it started raining again.

Fine raindrops wove a large net, enveloping this city that never sleeps.

Bai Jingyou sat back in the car, looking at a news pop-up that had just appeared on his phone screen:

The Shen Group of Beijing announced that it will establish a branch in Haicheng, and the person in charge, Shen Qingyun, the third young master of the Shen family, will arrive tomorrow.

"Ha, after beating the young one, the old one comes. After beating the old one, an even tougher one comes."

Bai Jingyou turned off his phone, rubbed his temples wearily, but a smile of excitement lingered on his lips.

"Chen Mo, drive. To that Shaxian snack shop."

"Huh? Boss, more food?"

"That was negotiation, it was mentally taxing..." Bai Jingyou looked out the window at the fleeting street scene. "Only after we've eaten our fill will we have the energy to have some fun with these old men from Beijing."

As night deepened, the wind in Haicheng grew stronger.