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Zuixianlou (Drunken Immortal Pavilion)

This century-old shop located by Houhai Lake has always been a place where the older generation of Beijing's so-called "troublemakers" and shopkeepers settle disputes.

The building features blue bricks and gray tiles, a vermilion gate, and two stone lions at the entrance that are polished to a shine, exuding an air of antiquity yet imposing majesty.

At 7 p.m., a black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly pulled up in front of the house.

The car door opened, and Bai Jingyou stepped out.

He wasn't wearing a formal three-piece suit, but rather a well-tailored casual shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up, giving him a relaxed look.

Behind him, Feng Rui, Zhang Yi, and Ye Lingqing got off the bus one by one.

The fact that these four people stood together was itself a silent declaration of war.

Capital, distribution channels, official backing, plus Bai Jingyou, the mastermind behind the core technology.

"It's been years since I've been here." Feng Rui looked up at the plaque made of golden nanmu wood, chuckled, and straightened his collar. "The last time I came here was to beg Old Master Shen to approve a piece of land. Back then, I stood up and toasted him three times."

"No need today." Bai Jingyou stepped onto the stairs, his tone indifferent. "Today, he has to stand and pour you tea."

Second floor, Tingyuxuan private room.

The private room was extremely large, with a large round mahogany table in the center that could seat twenty people.

Shen Zhenyang sat in the main seat, dressed in a Tang suit, with two blunt lion's head walnuts in his hands, which made a crisp cracking sound when they were knocked together.

To his left sat Shen Wanshan, the slap mark on his face still fresh, his eyes blazing as he looked at Bai Jingyou as he entered.

Meanwhile, five or six middle-aged men sat at the other seats around the round table.

These people are all prominent figures in Beijing's business circles.

They were originally allies of the Shen family, or satellites that depended on the Shen family for survival.

At this moment, the expressions of these people were very subtle, their eyes shifting between Shen Zhenyang and Bai Jingyou at the door, as if they had nails stuck to their butts.

"Mr. Shen." Bai Jingyou entered the private room, but instead of bowing like a junior, he simply nodded slightly, then went straight to the empty seat opposite Shen Zhenyang, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Feng Rui and the others also took their seats without any hesitation.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Shen Zhenyang squinted, the walnut in his hand paused for a moment, then he started turning it again: "You're quite the young man. Bai family lad, I'm not going to beat around the bush with you. I've invited all of you old friends here today to settle this matter."

The old man's gaze swept across the room, his voice deep and resonant: "In Beijing's business world, there's a hierarchy of first come, first served, and rules. I won't stop you from pursuing technology. But to collude with outsiders, disrupt market prices, maliciously poach talent, and even threaten the foundation of Beijing's logistics—isn't that going too far?"

That's the trick of a seasoned veteran.

First, slap a big label on them for breaking the rules, then stand on the moral high ground and force others to express their opinions.

If it were a hothead, they would probably have already started arguing or confronting him directly by now.

But Bai Jingyou smiled.

He reached out and turned the turntable, bringing a pot of freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea to his side. He poured himself a cup and took a small sip.

"Good tea. It's a pity the water temperature was a bit low, it wasn't fully brewed." Bai Jingyou put down his teacup, then looked up at Shen Zhenyang, "Mr. Shen, how old are you this year?"

Shen Zhenyang frowned: "Seventy-six."

"Seventy-six years old, time to retire." Bai Jingyou tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "The rules you speak of are rules from thirty years ago. And for everyone here..."

Bai Jingyou turned his gaze to the restless guests: "Bosses, you have been in the business world for so many years, you should know one thing best: the essence of business is efficiency and profit, not whoever is older can set the rules."

"Insolence!" Shen Wanshan slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "Bai Jingyou, how dare you speak to my grandfather like that?!"

"sit down."

It wasn't Bai Jingyou who spoke, but Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi was cutting a piece of braised beef on her plate with a knife, not even looking up. The knife in her hand gleamed coldly under the light. "Adults are talking, what right do kids have to interrupt? Don't you feel ashamed?"

Shen Wanshan instinctively covered his face, his imposing aura instantly vanishing.

Shen Zhenyang's face was ashen. He looked at a bald man on his left: "President Li, you've been in the chain supermarket business for twenty years. Shen's Logistics Park has always been your biggest partner. To be fair, isn't DeepBlue Technology's so-called decentralized approach disrupting the market?"

Li Guofu, whose name was mentioned, stiffened.

He was the owner of the largest supermarket chain in Beijing, with hundreds of stores under his control. He used to have to be subservient to the Shen family.

Li Guofu wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at Shen Zhenyang's sinister eyes, and then at Bai Jingyou's ambiguous smile, inwardly groaning.

When gods fight, mortals suffer!

"Uh, well..." Li Guofu stammered, "Old Shen's logistics park is indeed stable, but... but the costs have indeed been rising in recent years..."

"Uncle Li," Bai Jingyou suddenly spoke, interrupting Li Guofu's attempt to smooth things over.

He took a document from Chen Mo behind him, but instead of handing it to Li Guofu, he placed it directly on the turntable and gently turned it.

The turntable spun, and the document slowly came to a stop in front of Li Guofu.

"This is a customized solution provided by DeepBlue Logistics for your company." Bai Jingyou leaned back in his chair, his tone relaxed as if he were chatting casually. "By using drones for nighttime restocking, and with Mr. Zhang's fleet of trucks for long-haul transportation, your logistics costs can be reduced by 35%, and the spoilage rate of fresh produce can be controlled to within 5%."

Li Guofu's eyelids twitched suddenly.

35% cost reduction!

This is like having an extra life for the supermarket industry, which relies on low profit margins and high sales volume!

"This..." Li Guofu's hands trembled slightly as he couldn't help but reach out to flip through the document.

"Old Li!" Shen Zhenyang shouted sternly, "You dare to eat the pie in the sky? Aren't you afraid of choking to death!"

"Mr. Shen, this is not a pancake."

Feng Rui, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

The tycoon from Hongye Capital took out a cigar, cut it open, and lit it: "Of the 5 billion yuan in DeepBlue Technology's Series B financing, 2 billion yuan is specifically used to subsidize the initial logistics construction. In other words, once this contract is signed, Hongye Capital will cover the freight costs for the first three years."

Feng Rui exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Li Guofu with a smile: "Mr. Li, I'm in venture capital, and I never do anything that loses money. Since I'm willing to invest, why wouldn't you dare to use it?"

Now, not only Li Guofu, but also the other CEOs at the table were green with envy.

Who is Feng Rui? He's the God of Wealth of Beijing!

Since Hongye Capital is willing to invest real money, it means this matter is settled!

"Furthermore," Ye Lingqing added at this opportune moment, "the Ministry of Science and Technology's latest list of 'Smart City Pilot Enterprises' will be released next week. DeepBlue Logistics is the only one selected. If you are among the first batch of partners, you can also enjoy relevant tax reduction and exemption policies."

Wang fried.

A complete and utter bombshell.

Cost reduction through technology, capital backing, and policy support.

With these three mountains pressing down, the old system of the Shen family, which relied on personal connections and monopolies to maintain itself, was as fragile as a piece of paper.

Li Guofu, who had initially been mindful of the Shen family's reputation, now had a completely different expression.

Having navigated the business world for so many years, he certainly knows what the prevailing trend means.

"Mr. Shen." Li Guofu took a deep breath, no longer looking at Shen Zhenyang, but instead picked up the document with both hands, stood up, and bowed respectfully to Bai Jingyou. "President Bai, this plan is too detailed. There are some details I'd like to confirm with you again. Shall I visit your company tomorrow morning?"

"You're welcome anytime." Bai Jingyou smiled and raised his teacup.

In that instant, the balance of power completely reversed.

With Li Guofu taking the lead, the remaining executives couldn't sit still any longer.

"Mr. Bai, transporting precision instruments to our factory has always been a major problem..."

"Mr. Bai, about that building materials delivery..."

The business cards on the spinning wheel flew towards Bai Jingyou like snowflakes.

Shen Zhenyang sat alone in the main seat, watching the scene of betrayal and abandonment before him. His hand holding the walnut trembled violently, and his knuckles turned white.

His once-proud world of martial arts crumbled completely in the face of absolute profit and advanced productivity, leaving not even a trace.

"Very well..." Shen Zhenyang suddenly laughed, his laughter chilling. "Well done! Bai family brat, you're trying to sever the Shen family's lineage!"

"Mr. Shen, you flatter me."

Bai Jingyou put away the business cards, stood up, and straightened his clothes. "I'm just helping you uncles and elders do better business. As for the Shen family..."

He leaned down, placed his hands on the table, looked directly into Shen Zhenyang's cloudy eyes, and lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear:

"You should worry more about Shen's Mining's financial problems. I heard the CSRC investigation team is coming in tomorrow. Instead of setting up a trap here, you should hurry home and burn the books; maybe you can get a lower sentence."

Shen Zhenyang's pupils shrank sharply: "You...you're the one who reported me?!"

"If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place."

Bai Jingyou straightened up, turned around and walked out. "Please enjoy your meal, everyone. This meal is on me. After all, we're all in the same boat from now on."

Feng Rui, Zhang Yi, and Ye Lingqing followed closely behind.

The four people left with a dashing and decisive air, completely leaving behind the noise and the disheveled state of the Shen family grandfather and grandson.

Stepping out of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, a cool night breeze was blowing.

"That was awesome!" Zhang Yi lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "Seeing Old Man Shen looking like he was going to eat me alive just now was even more satisfying than if I had earned a hundred million."

"This is just the beginning." Bai Jingyou looked at the bustling night view of the capital, but there was little joy in his eyes. Instead, his expression became even more somber. "Although the Shen family has lost its logistics and connections, they still have a lot of land and cash flow. Even a centipede with a hundred legs will not fall down."

"What are you planning to do next?" Ye Lingqing turned to look at him. "Although the China Securities Regulatory Commission can hold them off for a while, they may not be able to deliver a fatal blow."

"Then let's deliver the final blow."

Bai Jingyou took out his phone and dialed a number.

A very cautious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Feed? Mr. Bai?"

"Uncle Lin," Bai Jingyou's voice was gentle and polite, but his words sent a chill down one's spine, "It seems that several core shareholders of the Shen Group are quite dissatisfied with Shen Zhenyang lately? As the CFO of the Shen Group, you should have considerable evidence that Shen Wanshan embezzled public funds to cover gambling debts, right?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, with only heavy breathing coming from the other end.

"Don't be nervous." Bai Jingyou smiled. "I'm not threatening you. I just think that a wise bird chooses a good tree to perch on. The CFO position at Deep Blue Technology is still vacant, with double the annual salary and stock options. As long as you... cooperate a little."

After a long pause, a trembling but firm voice came from the other end of the phone: "I need to see the option contract first."

"no problem."

Bai Jingyou hung up the phone and turned to look at the three people beside him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the real show is just beginning."

"Chen Mo, drive."

The Rolls-Royce window slowly rose, shutting Lin Ruyu out of the cold autumn night.