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

Yunjin Club is located in the most bustling area of ​​the East Third Ring Road, yet it is hidden deep in the alleys of the city.

There are no gaudy, glittering signs here, only two simple palace lanterns hanging in front of the hanging flower gate, indicating that this is a den of extravagance in the capital's top circles.

The car came to a stop, and the valet respectfully opened the car door.

Bai Jingyou led Jiang Mengyao out of the car, and the night wind swirled up a few fallen leaves.

"This place is members-only; they only care about looks, not money," Jiang Mengyao said softly, tightening her grip on Bai Jingyou's arm. "I came here once with my dad before, and the people inside... are all extraordinary."

"No matter how complicated it is, we still have two shoulders and one head." Bai Jingyou squeezed her hand. "Let's go meet our allies."

V888 VIP room.

Pushing open the heavy rosewood door, a faint aroma of Longjing tea wafts out.

The room was large and decorated in an antique style.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit was sitting at the tea table, slowly and methodically warming the teacups.

His movements were fluid and graceful, clearly showing that he had been immersed in the art of tea for many years.

Feng Rui.

"You're here?" Feng Rui didn't look up, but simply gestured to the seat opposite him. "Sit down. It's pre-rain Longjing tea, just arrived, have a taste."

Bai Jingyou didn't stand on ceremony and pulled Jiang Mengyao to sit down.

"Uncle Feng," Jiang Mengyao greeted him politely.

"Mengyao, it's been a while. Lingling was talking about you last night, saying she wanted to go shopping with you." Feng Rui's serious expression instantly melted away, revealing a fatherly smile. "I've spoiled this girl, so please bear with her."

"Lingling is very cute." Jiang Mengyao smiled.

After exchanging pleasantries, the atmosphere became slightly tense.

Feng Rui pushed two cups of tea in front of the two men, his gaze finally landing on Bai Jingyou.

That look in his eyes was like scrutinizing a peerless weapon that had just been unearthed.

"They raised the price by 1.8 billion, forced the price back by 1.2 billion, and then dumped that mess on Shen Qianzhong." Feng Rui picked up his teacup and gently blew away the foam. "Nephew Bai, your empty city stratagem was so well done that I almost believed you really wanted that B-9."

"Mr. Feng, you flatter me." Bai Jingyou picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "In business, it's all about give and take. Since Young Master Shen wants to see a show, I have to make him buy an expensive ticket."

"A high-priced ticket?" Feng Rui put down his teacup, a half-smile on his face. "Buying a piece of wasteland for 120 million, although it's a loss, for the Shen family, it's at most a piece of flesh cut off, not a bone injury. Aren't you afraid that they'll recover and turn around and bite you back?"

Bai Jingyou put down his teacup and tapped his fingertips lightly twice on the mahogany table.

"Who said it was wasteland?"

Feng Rui was taken aback.

Just then, the financial news that was playing on the huge LCD TV hanging on the wall of the private room was suddenly cut off, and the screen switched to a breaking news scene.

Red and blue police lights flashed, and long yellow police tape stretched out.

The host spoke very quickly and looked very serious.

"This station has just received news! Tonight, during a routine inspection in the southern suburbs, the municipal planning survey team discovered a large-scale ancient tomb complex beneath plot B-9. Preliminary identification by cultural relics experts suggests it is highly likely the family tombs of a Ming Dynasty prince. Currently, the Cultural Relics Bureau, in conjunction with the police, has cordoned off the area. Effective immediately, this area has been designated a Class I cultural relics protection control zone, and all forms of excavation and commercial development are strictly prohibited..."

The scene shifts to a close-up.

Just half an hour earlier, Shen Qianzhong had spent a whopping 120 million yuan to buy the land at the auction.

"puff--"

Feng Rui almost spat out the mouthful of tea he had just taken a sip of.

He disregarded his composure, staring wide-eyed at the screen, then abruptly turned to look at Bai Jingyou.

"This...this..."

Even the seasoned shrew who has navigated the business world for decades is now stuttering.

Although Jiang Mengyao had heard Bai Jingyou mention it in the car, seeing it broadcast on the news was still incredibly shocking and sent chills down her spine.

What does this mean?

This means that Shen Qianzhong spent 120 million to buy an ancestral tablet that he could only look at but not touch!

Not only did the money go down the drain, but because it was a cultural relic protection area, the Shen family, as the landowner, also had to be responsible for security, repairs, and cooperation with archaeological excavations.

This isn't an asset; it's a bottomless pit that requires money to be poured into every year!

"You... knew all along?" Feng Rui took a deep breath, and his gaze towards Bai Jingyou completely changed.

If before it was admiration, now there's a hint of apprehension.

"I've heard a little about it." Bai Jingyou leaned back in his chair, looking completely innocent. "I originally wanted to take a picture and donate it to the country to improve my reputation. Who knew that Young Master Shen was so patriotic and insisted on doing this charity. My greatest virtue is helping others achieve their goals, so I had no choice but to reluctantly give it up."

[That kid's heart is blacker than a lump of coal.]

Feng Rui cursed inwardly, but the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

"Good! What a wonderful way to help someone achieve their goal!" Feng Rui clapped his hands and laughed. "That's satisfying! That old bastard Shen Qianzhong has been running rampant in Beijing all this time, relying on the Shen family's influence. He's finally met his match!"

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Jingyou's phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated.

Three words appeared on the screen: Shen Qianzhong.

Bai Jingyou made a shushing gesture, then pressed the answer button and turned on speakerphone.

"Baek Kyung-woo!!!"

The roar coming from the other end of the phone was so loud it could pierce your eardrums.

Shen Qianzhong had clearly lost his mind; his voice was hoarse and distorted, and you could even hear the sound of things being smashed in the background.

"Hey, Mr. Shen," Bai Jingyou said in a light tone, "calling so late, is it to thank me for giving you that prime piece of land? Don't mention it, we're practically family."

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Shen Qianzhong roared hysterically, "You fucking tricked me! That's an ancient tomb! Do you know that's an ancient tomb?! You actually dared to trick me out of 120 million!!"

"Mr. Shen, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want," Bai Jingyou said slowly and deliberately. "Everyone competes fairly at the auction, but you insisted on bidding higher. I even kindly advised you not to act impulsively, since hundreds of eyes were watching. You chose to jump into the pit yourself, so how can you blame me for pushing you?"

"You...you..." Shen Qianzhong trembled with rage. "Bai Jingyou, you just wait! This isn't over! In the capital, I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead!"

"I'll be waiting."

Bai Jingyou's voice suddenly turned cold, the previous playfulness vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling tone that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Shen Qianzhong, remember this feeling. This 120 million is just interest. We'll settle the score from back then later."

After saying that, Bai Jingyou hung up the phone and blocked the number.

The private room was deathly silent.

Feng Rui looked at Bai Jingyou for a long time before slowly exhaling: "The younger generation is indeed formidable. It seems I underestimated you."

"Uncle Feng, you flatter me." Bai Jingyou put away his phone, reverting to his humble demeanor. "It was just self-preservation. The Shen family is powerful; if I weren't ruthless, I would have been devoured long ago."

"Alright, stop pretending to be a good boy with me." Feng Rui waved his hand, took a document out of his briefcase and threw it on the table. "Since you've offered such a generous pledge, I can't be stingy. I have connections for the land you want for building the factory."

Bai Jingyou's eyes lit up, and he reached out to pick up the document.

Jiang Mengyao also came over.

The document cover has four characters written on it: "[Red Star Old Factory Area]".

"This is an old industrial area in the western suburbs. It used to be a state-owned machinery factory, but it went bankrupt and was abandoned for several years." Feng Rui lit a cigarette. "The location is even better than the northern suburbs. It has complete water and electricity supply. The factory buildings can be used after some renovations. It is very suitable for your digital chemical plant."

Bai Jingyou flipped through the documents, his brow furrowing slightly: "With such good conditions, why hasn't anyone taken it on?"

Land in Beijing is incredibly valuable; such prime locations can't be left idle for so long.

"You've hit the nail on the head." Feng Rui exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes becoming somewhat profound. "The land has clean property rights, but the people involved are a bit tainted."

"How so?"

"The land is currently owned by a company called Shuntong Logistics. The boss is a gambler who ran away with a mountain of debt. Now the factory is teeming with thugs demanding repayment, and there are hundreds of old workers left behind by the boss who won't get severance pay. Whoever takes over will have to deal with this mess."

Feng Rui looked at Bai Jingyou: "Two developers wanted to acquire the land before, but as soon as their excavators drove in, they were surrounded by workers. The gang leader even threatened to set fire to a gas cylinder and die together with them. This incident caused quite a stir, and no one dared to touch it."

Bai Jingyou closed the document, his fingers gently stroking the cover.

Thugs? Workers? Debt disputes?

For others, this is a hot potato.

But for Bai Jingyou, who had just tricked Shen Qianzhong, this was actually an opportunity.

He would have to be somewhat cautious in legitimate business competition, but this mess of underworld dealings...

He turned to look at the thick darkness outside the window, a playful smile curving his lips.

[Since it's a competition of who's worse, then that madman Shen Wanshan would probably really like this kind of place.]

"I want this land." Bai Jingyou slammed the documents on the table, his tone resolute.

Feng Rui raised an eyebrow: "Have you thought this through? Those people have nothing to lose and aren't afraid of those who are wearing shoes."

"Any problem that can be solved with money isn't a problem. If it can't be solved with money..." Bai Jingyou stood up, straightened his suit collar, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes, "then we'll find another way to solve it."

"Good!" Feng Rui stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes full of admiration. "I love your ruthlessness! I'll help you get this land; the price will definitely satisfy you. As long as you can handle those guys, this factory area is yours!"

"Thank you, Uncle Feng."

……

Two o'clock in the morning.

Bai Jingyou and Jiang Mengyao walked out of Yunjin Club.

The night in Beijing was a bit chilly, and the streetlights cast long shadows of the two of them.

"Jingyou, is that piece of land... really dangerous?" Jiang Mengyao asked with some concern.

From Feng Rui's description, that place was practically a powder keg.

"Fortune favors the bold." Bai Jingyou took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders. "Besides, we don't have time. Although Shen Qianzhong has stumbled, the Shen family behind him is still around. Once he recovers, he will definitely use official power to strangle us. We must build the factory and establish a foothold before he retaliates."

Only by possessing tangible industries, sufficient cash flow, and influence can one truly rival the Shen family.

"Yes, I believe you." Jiang Mengyao tightened her coat, which still carried his body heat and faint tobacco scent. "No matter where you go or what you do, I'll be with you."

Bai Jingyou felt a warmth in his heart and was about to speak when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Boss!"

Chen Mo ran over, panting, holding up his phone with a strange expression. "This is the news that just came from the Shen family."

"What's wrong?"

"Shen Qianzhong... fainted from anger and was rushed to Peking Union Medical College Hospital for emergency treatment." Chen Mo swallowed hard. "Moreover, the old master of the Shen family was furious and reportedly stripped Shen Qianzhong of half of his authority overnight."

"Oh?" Bai Jingyou raised an eyebrow. "Then who got this half of the authority?"

Chen Mo took a deep breath and said a name:

"Shen Wanshan".

Bai Jingyou was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Laughter echoed through the empty streets.

"interesting."

Bai Jingyou looked up at the starry sky.

[Shen Qianzhong has collapsed, and a mad dog has taken his place. Looks like the days ahead won't be boring.]