You got your marriage certificate and then abandoned me? I'll feed the richest woman in the wor

This Weibo post includes a projected asset valuation map from Star Capital.

It was forwarded more than 100,000 times in just three seconds.

The online audience and those working in the financial industry went completely crazy.

Following the blurry profile and back view photo, they began a comprehensive, internet-wide search.

"Case solved! Look at Xingchen Venture Capital's registration information from three months ago. Although the legal representative is hidden, there's a silhouette of a shareholding agreement!"

"On the hand that signed the document, was wearing the exact same limited-edition Patek Philippe watch as shown in today's live stream!"

"Just who is this guy? He swallowed up the Lin Group in a month, devoured half of the Jiangnan tech circle in three months, and now he's openly feeding the richest woman at her meeting?"

The social media platform's servers experienced severe lag due to overload.

The programmers were sweating profusely as they restarted the overloaded backup server room.

The entire internet believed that he was the behind-the-scenes boss of Star Venture Capital.

This was already the pinnacle of this mysterious man's identity.

It was exactly 4 p.m.

A post that was posted without any prior announcement or promotion.

It suddenly appeared on the official account of China's largest social media platform.

The person who posted the article was none other than someone else.

It is Ma Huayun, the helmsman who controls half of China's internet empire and the penguin empire.

This is the godfather of the internet, who usually only appears at major top economic forums and rarely accepts interviews from national media.

He personally used his real-name verified account to post a message of only thirty characters.

The accompanying picture is an old photo from ten years ago.

The photo shows the back of a boy wearing a hoodie, sitting in front of a bunch of complex servers, typing code.

"We are grateful to Chairman Chen for turning the tide during the crisis on the dark web."

"The Penguin Empire owes its success today entirely to Chairman Chen's selfless assistance."

"Chairman Chen is welcome to return to the Tencent headquarters at any time to inspect your 20% stake."

These thirty words.

Like a sharp dagger, it pierced through the cognitive dome of the entire Chinese business community.

Those financial analysts who are still in front of their computers analyzing the asset structure of Star Venture Capital.

My legs buckled and I slid off the office chair onto the floor.

The coffee cup I was holding fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Twenty percent of the shares? The Penguin Empire?!"

"I've checked Tencent's financial statements, and the second-largest shareholder, who's always been hidden in an offshore trust, has never shown their face!"

"So, that ancient god who infiltrated the dark web and saved Tencent's core database was him?!"

The entire Chinese internet fell into complete silence at that moment.

Everyone was frantically calculating what that 20% stake represented.

That's not a few hundred million, nor even tens of billions.

That is absolute power that can control the lifeline of a country's internet.

It is a truly immense power that can make one richer than a country and command countless tycoons to bow down and call him "Master".

The top floor of the Shen Group's headquarters, the president's office.

The golden sunset streamed through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a slanted glow on the large black walnut wood desk.

Shen Wanzhou was wearing that pure black business suit.

He was holding a freshly washed Fuji apple.

I was planning to take a couple of bites to fill my stomach.

The tablet screen on the table was still lit, and the page was currently displaying the update that Ma Huayun had just posted.

Chen Yuan sat on the leather sofa opposite her.

Her long, slender legs were stretched out casually.

He held in his hand the legendary knife "Dragon Scale," which he had won in the culinary competition.

The black meteorite iron blade was so thin it was almost transparent.

It reflects a cold, eerie blue light under the setting sun.

His long, slender fingers deftly turned the knife handle.

The half-eaten apple in my hand, cut by the dragon scale knife, had its peel cut into a continuous red line.

It landed lightly in the trash can.

The knife sliced ​​through the fruit flesh, but not a single drop of juice leaked out.

You can't even hear the sound of an apple being cut.

He used his incredible knife skills with nonchalance.

It's like whittling a piece of ordinary wood.

Shen Wanzhou's gaze was caught between the "20% stake in Tencent" on the tablet screen and the man in front of her who was peeling an apple.

I switched back and forth frantically three times.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid.

His chest heaved violently.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were now wide open, even larger than usual.

The shock and bewilderment inside were almost overflowing.

She remembered holding that black card a few months ago.

In the corridor of Genting Manor, she vowed to "take care of" him.

Remembering when Chu Mengyao came to cause trouble, he spent billions to stop the Chu family, all to protect his personal chef.

At the time, she felt particularly domineering and had the air of a female tycoon.

The results of it?

He is the owner of Star Ventures.

He is the uncrowned king of the dark web.

He is still the second largest shareholder of Tencent, the Chinese internet giant!

This man's disguise is like an onion that can never be completely peeled.

With each layer peeled away, her pitiful chaebol pride was shattered to pieces.

Her small fortune in the Shen family assets, which she was so proud of.

Faced with these terrifying titles.

It's like trying to act like a big shot in front of Bill Gates with a few dollars of lucky money.

"you……"

Shen Wanzhou opened her mouth, but her throat was so dry that she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

The cold sweat in my palms soaked the smooth skin of the apple.

Chen Yuan finished peeling the last piece of apple.

I casually used a dragon scale knife to cut the fruit flesh into bite-sized pieces and neatly arranged them on a white porcelain plate.

Then he tossed that sacred kitchen knife, coveted by countless famous chefs, onto the coffee table like it was scrap metal.

He raised his head.

His deep black eyes stared at Shen Wanzhou's dazed, questioning expression.

A faint smile appeared in his eyes.

He picked up a wet wipe from the side and slowly wiped his slender finger bones.

They didn't explain the things trending on social media.

It's as if those identities that stirred up the business world are less important than the apple slices on the plate.

Shen Wanzhou looked at his nonchalant demeanor.

The fingers loosened.

Shen Wanzhou dropped the apple from her hand onto the plate, swallowed hard as she looked at the man in front of her, and said, "Chen Yuan, just how many identities are you still hiding from me?!"