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

The knife in his hand slowly fell to his sides, and the madness in his eyes was gradually replaced by a scrutinizing gaze.

This prescription was secretly obtained from a reclusive old Chinese medicine doctor, and no one in the Shen family knew about it.

"You know medicine?" Shen Wanshan narrowed his eyes.

"I know a little." Before transmigrating, Bai Jingyou had indeed studied a few medical books to research the Chinese herbal medicine business. Although he couldn't be considered a divine doctor, he still had the basic skills of identifying herbs by their smell. "Second Young Master Shen, instead of thinking about how to use me as a pawn, you should first teach your temper a lesson. Otherwise, before Shen Qianzhong falls, you'll die from a stroke, which would be a huge loss."

Shen Wanshan stared at Bai Jingyou for a full ten seconds.

Suddenly, he put away his knife and burst into laughter.

The laughter startled the crows in the trees, causing them to flutter and fly about in disarray.

"Interesting! Interesting!" Shen Wanshan patted Bai Jingyou's shoulder forcefully, as if he wanted to break his bones. "Bai Jingyou, you're just my type! Much better than those hypocrites who spout platitudes about morality!"

He pulled a crumpled admission ticket from the pocket of the bright red shirt and casually stuffed it into Bai Jingyou's shirt pocket.

"There's a charity auction at the Beijing Hotel tomorrow night. That bastard Shen Qianzhong is planning a big event to salvage his image, including auctioning off a piece of land. I know you want to use that land to build that digital chemical plant."

Bai Jingyou's eyes flickered slightly. The location of the digital chemical plant was indeed a major issue.

"Tell me your name when you get there." Shen Wanshan turned and walked out, waving his hand behind Bai Jingyou. "But I can't guarantee you won't get beaten up. After all, that's Shen Qianzhong's home turf."

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and revealed a wicked smile: "Oh, by the way, although that bottle of wine was smashed, I left you an even better gift. It's in the mouth of the stone lion outside the door."

After saying that, Shen Wanshan hummed an unknown tune and swaggered out of the courtyard, disappearing into the night.

Only after confirming that the madman was really gone did Jiang Mengyao's legs go weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

"Jingyou, he..."

"It's alright now." Bai Jingyou helped her up, his eyes becoming incredibly deep. "Although this mad dog barked fiercely, he gave us what we needed most."

"Admission tickets?"

"No, it's chaos." Bai Jingyou looked at the blood-red wine stain on the ground. "When the water is murky, it's easier to fish."

He walked up to the stone lion at the entrance and reached into its mouth to feel around.

My fingertips touched a cold, hard object.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a black USB drive with a crooked smiley face drawn on it in red marker.

Bai Jingyou gripped the USB drive tightly, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

[Shen Wanshan, Shen Wanshan, you think this is your pledge of allegiance to me? No, this is the chain that locks you, this mad tiger, in the cage.]

My phone vibrated.

......

In the early morning at Shichahai, before the mist had dissipated, an old man at the entrance of the alley was already taking a stroll with his birdcage.

In the study of the Jiang family's old house, the dim blue light emanating from the computer screen reflected on Bai Jingyou's face.

He fiddled with the black USB drive with a crooked smiley face drawn on it, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"This Shen Wanshan is really good material for being a mole."

The screen displayed an encrypted Excel spreadsheet: "List of Bidders for the Beijing Hotel Charity Gala Land Auction".

The list contained seven or eight names, with detailed notes on the plot number each person was responsible for raising and their minimum bid.

Shen Qianzhong went to great lengths to recoup his losses from this auction, even arranging these illegal favors in a perfectly organized manner.

"Boss, I've checked."

Chen Mo, sporting dark circles under his eyes, pushed open the door, carrying freshly bought soy milk and fried dough rings, his face a picture of utter dismay. "The people on this list are ostensibly CEOs of various investment companies, but in reality, their financial chains are all connected to several shell companies controlled by the Shen family. Unless Shen Wanshan provided false information, this is the grave that Shen Qianzhong dug for himself."

"Shen Wanshan wouldn't give false information." Bai Jingyou picked up a fried dough ring and took a bite, making a crisp sound. "That madman is probably just hoping to see Shen Qianzhong perform a striptease on stage. For him, the Shen family's interests are secondary; Shen Qianzhong's misfortune is the main thing."

Jiang Mengyao walked in wearing a loose, off-white sweater, carrying a bowl of hot milk.

After a night's rest, her complexion had improved considerably, but a trace of lingering vigilance remained deep in her eyes.

"Jingyou, are we really going tonight?" She placed the milk on the table, somewhat worried. "Shen Wanshan gave us the list, but who knows if it's just a charade by those two brothers? What if it's a trap..."

"Even if it's a pit, we have to jump in." Bai Jingyou pulled her hand and made her sit on his lap. "The Bai family wants to build a digital chemical plant in the north, and that piece of land is a necessity. Shen Qianzhong calculated this and deliberately put it up for auction, wanting to rip me off and establish his authority in the industry."

He pointed to a number on the screen—[Plot A-7].

It was an industrial site in the northern suburbs of Beijing, in an excellent location with convenient transportation, which was exactly what Bai Jingyou had his eye on.

On the list, the reserve price for this plot of land was marked as ridiculously high.

"He wants to kill me?" Bai Jingyou chuckled, his eyes instantly turning as sharp as a hawk's. "Then I'll knock out all his teeth."

……

The Golden Hall of the Beijing Hotel.

As the oldest and most prestigious hotel in Beijing, every inch of its carpets exudes the scent of power and money.

Tonight's charity auction is a star-studded affair, with men in suits and women adorned with jewelry.

But a subtle atmosphere permeated the air.

Almost everyone's gaze was drawn, intentionally or unintentionally, toward the entrance.

Although the news about what happened at the Zijing Pavilion last night was forcibly blocked, various versions had already circulated in the Beijing social circles where secrets don't stay hidden forever.

Some people say that Bai Dashao from Haicheng knelt down before Shen Qianzhong.

Some say that Bai Dashao has caught Shen Qianzhong red-handed.

Many others, however, were simply watching with a spectator's mentality—whether the powerful dragon could suppress the local snake would be revealed tonight.

"squeak"

A black Audi A6 came to a smooth stop in front of the hotel.

The car was very understated, even appearing somewhat shabby among the Rolls-Royces and Bentleys around it.

The car door opened, and Bai Jingyou, dressed in a well-tailored dark gray custom-made suit, led Jiang Mengyao, who was wearing a light blue evening dress, out of the car.

Chen Mo followed behind, carrying a briefcase, his expression solemn.

There were no bodyguards in front of them, nor any pompous displays.

But as soon as these three people appeared, the originally noisy hotel lobby instantly became quieter.

"This is Bai Jingyou?"

"Looks quite young, is he really as amazing as the rumors say?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Young Master Shen is inside."

Bai Jingyou ignored the surrounding whispers and calmly handed over the invitation.

"Oh, Mr. Bai, what a rare guest!"

A slightly mocking voice came from behind.

Shen Qianzhong, dressed in a white tuxedo, with his hair neatly combed and wearing his signature gold-rimmed glasses, walked out of the crowd, holding a glass of champagne.

He appeared gentle and refined, as if the furious man from the Bauhinia Pavilion last night was not him at all.

"Mr. Shen, you're dressed quite well." Bai Jingyou stopped and looked him up and down, then smiled, "Like a magician. What, are you planning to pull off a magic trick for everyone tonight?"

A few suppressed chuckles came from the surrounding area.

Shen Qianzhong's eye twitched slightly, then returned to normal: "President Bai, you're joking. I heard you've got your eye on that piece of land in the northern suburbs? The competition tonight is going to be fierce. I hope you've brought enough money. After all, land prices in Beijing aren't as cheap as in Haicheng."

This is a blatant provocation, and also an implication.

Tonight I'm going to make you bleed profusely.

"Money is just a number," Bai Jingyou casually straightened his cufflinks. "As long as the item is valuable, I'll pay whatever it costs. The only problem is someone trying to sell junk for the price of gold; we'll have to see if they have the ability."

"Whether it's junk or not, the market decides." Shen Qianzhong raised his glass, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. "Please, Mr. Bai. The real show is yet to come."

The two brushed past each other, and it was as if sparks exploded in the air.

The auction began soon.

The items auctioned earlier were mostly antique paintings, calligraphy, and jewelry, mainly used to warm up the atmosphere.

Bai Jingyou remained seated with his eyes closed throughout the entire process, never raising a card once.

Jiang Mengyao sat quietly beside him, gracefully dealing with the probing gazes from those around them.

"Distinguished guests, now comes the highlight of tonight's event."

The auctioneer's voice grew more enthusiastic, and the large screen displayed detailed information about several plots of land. "The first plot to be auctioned is A-7, located in the North Suburb Industrial Park..."

Shen Qianzhong sat in the first row, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He glanced back at Bai Jingyou in the corner.

"Starting bid: 800 million!"

"Eight hundred and fifty million!"

"Nine hundred million!"

Prices soared. Bai Jingyou kept his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

The bidding reached 1.2 billion, at which point the noise in the room gradually subsided. This price was already close to the upper limit of the market price.

"1.2 billion, any higher bids?" The auctioneer looked around.

"1.3 billion".

A middle-aged man with a slightly balding head, sitting in the back row, held up a sign.

Shen Qianzhong's smile deepened.