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The office door was pushed open, and the sound of high heels clicking on the floor was crisp and rapid, like the beat of a countdown.

Ye Lingqing was still wearing a smart trench coat, but today there was someone behind her.

She was a woman who looked to be around thirty years old, with big, wavy hair, wearing a daringly tailored burgundy business suit, and the Bulgari snake necklace around her neck gleamed dangerously under the lights.

As soon as she entered the room, her eyes, with their exquisitely drawn eyeliner, quickly scanned the entire office.

Zhang Yi.

The head of the Zhang family in Beijing is a notorious money-devouring beast in the industry.

Bai Jingyou's lips curled up slightly.

In the original story, she was someone who would sell a noose to someone about to hang themselves for profit, and she would even short her own father's shares if the price was right.

But I do have a few principles: I absolutely won't get involved in anything that doesn't make money.

"It seems that Miss Ye is not only efficient in her work, but also has a good eye for people." Bai Jingyou did not get up, but remained sitting on the large chair, twirling a pen in his hand.

Ye Lingqing walked straight to the table and slammed a thick document on it: "The agency agreement, I've revised all the terms, I want 40% of the profits. Sign it."

Simple, direct, and without any fluff.

Bai Jingyou didn't even glance at it, but flipped directly to the last page and signed his name in a flamboyant style.

"Sure." A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Lingqing's eyes, then she stepped aside to let the woman behind her pass. "Let me introduce you, this is Zhang Yi, President Zhang. She heard you're planning to take over the Shen family's logistics park, and she's very interested in that topic."

"I'm not interested." Zhang Yi walked to the sofa and sat down, taking out a cigarette from her bag. She looked at Bai Jingyou with a playful expression. "I'm here to collect a debt. Three years ago, that idiot Shen Wanshan swindled me out of a bridge loan of 300 million yuan, including principal and interest. I hate it when people owe me money."

Feng Rui sat to the side, his eyelids twitching.

This isn't a debt collector; it's clearly a shark that's smelled blood.

"Three hundred million is nothing to Mr. Zhang," Bai Jingyou said, putting down his pen and interlacing his fingers. "But what if I told you I could help you take a piece of flesh worth three billion from the Shen family?"

Zhang Yi stopped lighting her cigarette.

She looked up and scrutinized the man, who was much younger than her, through the swirling smoke.

Those eyes held no youthful arrogance, only a bottomless calm, like a dry well.

"On what grounds?" Zhang Yi exhaled a smoke ring, her tone languid. "On your unfinished building? Or on that little bit of new material you just used to fool Ye Lingqing?"

"Based on this."

Bai Jingyou opened the drawer, but instead of taking out any high-tech blueprints, he took out a map of Beijing and spread it out on the coffee table.

He picked up a red pen, drew a circle around the location of Shenshi Logistics Park in the north of the city, and then drew several crosses around it.

"The reason why Shen's Logistics Park can monopolize logistics in northern Beijing is due to three things: large warehouse area, good location, and exclusive agreements with truck drivers." Bai Jingyou's voice was steady and strong. "But their weaknesses are also obvious - inefficiency, heavy asset operation, and extremely poor cash flow."

"So what?" Zhang Yi sneered. "That's a hard asset. Unless you can do magic, no one can bypass that park."

"What if I don't need the park?"

Bai Jingyou took a tablet computer from Chen Mo and slid it in front of Zhang Yi.

On the screen, instead of dry data, there was a simulated demonstration animation.

In the image, countless small, honeycomb-like nodes are distributed in every corner of the city.

A fleet of uniquely shaped, heavy-duty drones, like worker bees, shuttled between these nodes.

They don't need huge distribution centers, just small community transit stations.

"Decentralization," Bai Jingyou uttered a single word. "Deep Blue Technology's next-generation logistics solution. Utilizing our algorithms and drone technology, we directly distribute goods that were originally concentrated in the logistics park to one hundred micro-nodes throughout the city. The Shen family's logistics park is the main artery, while I am the capillaries."

Zhang Yi stared at the screen, her eyes gradually sharpening.

She's an expert; she saw through it at a glance.

This isn't logistics; it's digging up the Shen family's ancestral graves!

Once this model is successful, the Shen family's huge, bloated logistics park will become a ghost town, and the daily maintenance costs will be enough to bankrupt that old man, Shen Zhenyang.

"The technology is good." Zhang Yi stubbed out her cigarette, leaned forward, and her languid air vanished, replaced by the shrewdness of a businessman. "But implementation is difficult. You need land as a node, you need policy approvals, and you also need... a lot of money."

"I have money," Feng Rui, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, pointing to himself. "Hongye Capital's initial investment is 5 billion, and if that's not enough, there's more."

"I have the policy." Ye Lingqing leaned against the door frame, playing with the USB drive in her hand, her tone indifferent. "With the Ministry of Science and Technology's key support projects, plus the Ye family's influence in the Municipal Planning Bureau, getting approval for a hundred community base stations is not difficult."

Bai Jingyou looked at Zhang Yi and gave her his signature smile: "Now, all that's missing is the network. Mr. Zhang's 'Shuntong Transportation' has the largest same-city delivery network in Beijing. I need your fleet and manpower to handle this last mile."

A deathly silence fell over the office.

Everyone was looking at Zhang Yi.

It's a big gamble.

If they win, the logistics empire that the Shen family has built up over decades will collapse, and the four of them will divide up this enormous corpse.

If they lose, the Zhang family will have to face the Shen family's furious retaliation.

"hehe……"

Zhang Yi suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard she was shaking uncontrollably.

She stood up, walked to Bai Jingyou, and extended a long, slender hand with bright red nail polish.

"President Bai, you're a devil." Zhang Yi licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with an almost morbid greed. "But I like it. As long as I can make money, I'd do anything for Shen Zhenyang, let alone dig up the Shen family's ancestral graves."

Their hands clasped together.

Chen Mo, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but shiver.

A cunning reborn individual, a powerful third-generation Red Army descendant, a wealthy capitalist, and a greedy, insane woman.

With these four people together, the Shen family will probably be wiped out completely this time.

"Since everyone has reached an agreement," Bai Jingyou withdrew his hand, his expression returning to its coldness, "then let's not waste any more time. Chen Mo, send out the prepared press release."

"What press release?" Ye Lingqing frowned.

"Of course, it's to add to the festivities for Grandpa Shen." Bai Jingyou walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling city. "Let's call it—'Deep Blue Technology Joins Hands with Hongye, Zhang's, and Ye's to Create a New Smart City Logistics Ecosystem.'"

"You're openly declaring war," Ye Lingqing said coldly. "Shen Zhenyang will go crazy."

"I don't know if he's crazy or not." Bai Jingyou looked at his reflection in the windowpane, his eyes deep. "I only know that from today onwards, every time the Shen family ships a piece of goods, they will have to ask me, Bai Jingyou, for my permission."

Meanwhile, at the Shen family villa.

"Snapped!"

A priceless Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain teacup was smashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Shen Zhenyang stared at the news feed on his tablet, his face, covered in age spots, turning a deep purplish-red, his chest heaving violently as if he were about to faint at any moment.

"Rebellion...rebellion!"

Shen Zhenyang pounded the floor with his dragon-headed cane, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows. "That girl from the Ye family is ignorant enough, but that greedy woman from the Zhang family dares to step on me? And Feng Rui... Fine, fine, do you all think my Shen family is about to fall?"

Shen Wanshan knelt to the side, trembling, not daring to even lift his head.

"Grandpa, what do we do now? The stock price at the logistics park has started to fluctuate, and several major clients are calling to inquire about that 'smart logistics' project..."

"What's the panic!"

Shen Zhenyang kicked Shen Wanshan in the shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

The old man took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"They want to play with technology? They want to play with concepts? That's how young people play."

Shen Zhenyang turned around, took out an old flip phone from a hidden compartment behind the bookshelf, and dialed a number he had saved for more than ten years without ever using it.

……

DeepBlue Technology, Chairman's Office.

After seeing Ye Lingqing and Zhang Yi off, only Bai Jingyou and Jiang Mengyao remained in the room.

"Jingyou, do you really trust Zhang Yi?" Jiang Mengyao asked worriedly as she cleared the teacups from the table. "That woman only cares about money. What if the Shen family offers an even higher price..."

"She won't."

Bai Jingyou picked up the map and lit a corner of it with a lighter.

The flames flickered, engulfing the circle that represented Shen's Logistics Park.

"Because the Shen family can't give her what she wants." Bai Jingyou looked at the burning map and said calmly, "Zhang Yi may be greedy, but she hates even more. The debt from three years ago wasn't just about money. Shen Wanshan almost drove her to jump off a building because he wanted to renege on the debt. A woman's capacity to hold a grudge can sometimes be much deeper than you think."