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The screen's light was cut off.

The air in the sunroom carried a touch of the languidness characteristic of early winter.

The scene extends along the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It leads directly to the core CBD business district of Jianghai City, where land is extremely valuable.

The Shen family conglomerate headquarters, top floor, president's office.

Two three-meter-high mahogany double doors were tightly closed, isolating the secretariat from the chaos and turmoil outside.

The main light in the office was off.

Only the natural light streaming through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows illuminates the massive black walnut wood desk.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing a well-tailored, fitted white shirt.

He wore a black Chanel-style business vest over his clothes.

Although she always acted like a soft, cuddly cat in front of Chen Yuan.

But in the past two weeks, I have overcome my fear of crowds.

He sat back down in that chair that symbolized the power of a multi-billion dollar conglomerate.

The cold, hard aura that belonged to someone in a superior position had recovered to about 70-80%.

Long, slender, fair fingers held a Montblanc fountain pen.

The pen tip glides across the paper, making a soft, rustling sound.

"Chairman Shen, this is the financial summary for the fourth quarter."

Vice President Zhou Zheng stood opposite the large desk.

He was in his fifties, but his back was ramrod straight, and he was holding a thick stack of reports in his hands.

He was a veteran minister personally trained by Old Master Shen, and one of the most stable pillars of the Shen family.

"Our core logistics lines in the Yangtze River Delta region have achieved profits three percentage points higher than expected."

"but……"

Zhou Zheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone unusually tinged with a sense of frustration.

"Several semiconductor mergers and acquisitions that had been agreed upon long ago were snatched away by other companies halfway through."

Shen Wanzhou stopped signing her name.

She raised her head, and her usually timid peach blossom eyes now held an undeniable sharpness.

"Which company did it?"

In Jianghai City, they have the capital to snatch meat from the Shen family's mouth.

You can count them on both hands.

Zhou Zheng swallowed hard and opened another memo in his hand.

"A new company called 'Star Ventures'."

"These past few months, they've seemed to have suddenly appeared out of nowhere."

"Regardless of cost, regardless of bottom line."

"The amount of cash flow poured in was so enormous that it defied all logic."

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Zhou Zheng's forehead.

"And they moved so fast that our team didn't even have time to react."

"As long as they have their eye on a project, no matter how high the price we offer, they will take it."

"They always manage to crush us with even higher leverage."

"Now, more than half of the technology industry chain in Jianghai City has ended up in their pockets."

Shen Wanzhou frowned slightly.

He put down his pen and tapped his knuckles lightly twice on the black walnut wood table.

Tap. Tap.

The crisp sound echoed in the spacious office.

"Have you investigated their background?"

Her voice was cold and clear, carrying a hint of the wariness of a tycoon's head.

"I've investigated it, but it's very tricky."

Zhou Zheng sighed, his face looking rather grim.

"This company's equity structure involves more than a dozen layers of offshore trusts."

"Our informants on Wall Street can't even get close to the actual controlling shareholders at the bottom."

All I know is that the CEO on the surface is named Wang Kai.

"I used to be an unknown, ordinary programmer."

"There must be a powerful figure backing them up."

Shen Wanzhou's eyelid twitched.

Suddenly, the image of that night filled with a sea of ​​drones flashed through my mind.

And then there's that man's terrifying act of casually booking up all the screens in the city.

An absurd idea took root in her mind.

But she quickly suppressed it herself.

impossible.

Chen Yuan was merely her personal butler; his greatest pleasure each day was researching recipes in the kitchen.

Even if he was a skilled hacker in the past, it would be impossible for him to mobilize such a huge physical financial chain in a short period of time.

"Let the intelligence department investigate."

Shen Wanzhou sat up straight, her voice not loud but carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Use the Shen family's privileged accounts on the dark web."

"I want to see all of this company's cards before nightfall."

"Yes."

Zhou Zheng bowed respectfully and left the president's office.

Time passed by, second by second.

As the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows gradually shifted westward, it bathed the skyscrapers of Jianghai City in a vibrant orange-red hue.

Shen Wanzhou leaned back in her leather swivel chair.

Holding her phone, she stared at the WeChat message Chen Yuan had sent half an hour earlier.

"I made your favorite crab meat lion's head meatballs tonight, come home early."

Just a very ordinary sentence.

The cold, hard shell that she used to armor herself melted away completely in an instant.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

Even those dry financial statements seem much more pleasing to the eye now.

Click.

The office door was gently pushed open.

Senior assistant Xia Bing strode in, wearing high heels.

He was holding a sealed red kraft paper bag.

His face was deathly pale, as if he had seen a ghost, and even his breathing was erratic.

"Chairman Shen, an urgent document has been sent back from the intelligence department."

Xia Bing placed the file folder on her desk.

My hands were still trembling involuntarily.

"This is the list of ultimate controlling shareholders that Xingchen Venture Capital uncovered after penetrating fifteen layers of offshore trusts."

Looking at Xia Bing's ghost-like expression, Shen Wanzhou felt an increasingly strong sense of unease.

She straightened up.

He reached out and tore open the red sealing strip on the document bag.

Pull out the only A4 sheet of paper inside.

On paper is a complete chart showing the flow of funds for Star Venture Capital.

All those densely packed arrows eventually converged on a single name at the very top.

Move your gaze upwards following the arrow.

Shen Wanzhou's breathing stopped instantly.

The pupils dilated to their limit the moment they saw the name.

Black and white on white paper.

It was printed with two Chinese characters that she knew so well they were etched into her very bones.

"Chen Yuan".

Below the name, there is also a line of small print providing an evaluation.

"The controlling shareholder's current overseas cash flow is preliminarily estimated to be more than 1.5 times the cash on hand of the Shen family conglomerate headquarters."

boom--!

It felt like a thousand war drums were beating simultaneously in Shen Wanzhou's mind.

The shock made her eardrums tingle and her vision blur.

The paper trembled violently between her fingers, making a rustling sound.

She stared intently at those two words.

They tried to find clues about the similarity of names and surnames.

However, in the accompanying photo...

The man was dressed in black casual clothes, with a cold and sharp gaze, and his profile was as sharp as if carved by a knife.

He was her personal butler, the one who would hug her neck every day and insist on eating his cooking before going to sleep.

That person earns her a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan.

She even "kept" a man with a black card.

It turns out to be the financial behemoth behind Xingchen Venture Capital, the one that has devoured half of Jianghai City!

His money.

It's even more than half of what she, the most famous female richest woman in China, has earned!

Shen Wanzhou's cheeks instantly burned.

It's not shyness.

He was ashamed of his previous domineering behavior of "using money to bully people".

She remembered that day in the manor garden.

Holding the check himself, he arrogantly yelled at that Middle Eastern princess.

"I've taken over this man's life as a kept man!"

She remembered that night.

Chen Yuan joked, "Being kept by you feels pretty addictive."

That man clearly held a mountain of gold in his hands.

Yet she wore an apron without a care in the world, peeling garlic and chopping vegetables for her in the kitchen every day.

Watching her protect him like a protective mother hen, using her meager resources to safeguard him.

Shen Wanzhou clutched the thin document, her almond-shaped eyes wide with disbelief, even dropping her pen onto the table: "So... who's keeping whom?"