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

Crimson wine dripped down the solid wood conference table.

The shattered crystal glass gleamed coldly on the white carpet.

Those old men who usually control global technological trends and put on airs in front of political leaders from various countries.

They were like ants on a hot plate, scrambling for the internal telephone line on the table.

Call the control tower and request special approval for the flight route.

The night sky over Silicon Valley was completely torn apart by the roar of countless private Gulfstream jet engines.

three days later.

Jianghai International Airport, VIP tarmac.

The early autumn sun, still carrying a hint of lingering heat, baked the grayish-white cement track.

The air was slightly distorted due to the high temperature.

In less than two hours.

Five private jets, each bearing the logo of a leading global technology company, landed in a row.

The hatch opened.

The CEOs who are usually dressed in suits and ties and appear calm and composed at press conferences.

Even the time spent adjusting to the time difference is saved.

With huge dark circles under her eyes, she hurriedly walked down the gangway.

Leading the way was none other than Kusen, the silver-haired president of "Fruit Company," who controls the world's largest smart device empire.

He was clutching a black leather briefcase tightly in his hand.

Inside was a stamped blank check for a sum of 20 billion US dollars.

There is also a concession agreement that can be signed at any time.

"Quick! To Star Ventures headquarters!"

Kusen urged the China region manager who had come to pick him up in English.

His leather shoes trotted onto the tarmac, his steps unsteady.

An hour later.

The CEO's office on the top floor of the Xingchen Venture Capital Building.

The central air conditioning was blowing cold air, but the air pressure in the office was so low that it was hard to breathe.

Wang Kai sat in the large boss's chair.

Looking at the five white old men standing in a row in front of me.

He swallowed hard, his chubby face trembling slightly with nervousness.

He was just an agent running errands for Chen Yuan.

It's usually fine for dealing with those old foxes in China.

Now we are directly confronting these multinational giants whose every word can cause an earthquake on Wall Street.

It would be a lie to say my legs didn't go weak.

But he managed to maintain his composure, his legs firmly planted on the carpet.

"Presidents, I am truly sorry."

Wang Kai leaned back in his chair and took a tactical sip of his coffee.

"Our Chairman Chen is not in the company today."

"He hasn't given any word about the overseas distribution rights for the 'Starry Sky' chip, so none of us dare to sign it."

Upon hearing this, Kusen's facial muscles twitched violently twice.

With the help of the person in charge of the China region translating, he understood the meaning of being turned away.

In the past...

If he were to visit us, which CEO of any company in China wouldn't lay out a red carpet downstairs three days in advance to welcome him?

Now, he carries checks for billions of dollars.

We couldn't even get a glimpse of that man named Chen Yuan!

This humiliation made him instinctively want to walk away.

But he dared not.

The red line on the stock market index is still falling rapidly, and the market value that evaporates every day is enough to buy dozens of small countries.

That holographic interactive chip that doesn't need a screen has completely seized their lifeline.

"Mr. Wang, please make sure to contact Chairman Chen."

Kusen placed his hands on the desk, his back slightly bent.

On that wrinkled old face, a fawning smile, more painful than a grimace, was forced out.

"We are willing to concede another ten percentage points on top of the existing profit sharing."

"Any conditions are negotiable, as long as I can see him once."

Wang Kai looked at this usually arrogant and domineering big shot.

Now he's bowing down to me like a grandson.

The absurd sense of pleasure surged straight to the top of my head.

Brother Yuan's entourage has truly caused a sensation.

"I have no right to inquire about Chairman Chen's private schedule."

Wang Kai put down his coffee cup, his tone perfectly controlled.

"He should be at home right now... busy with important business."

Upon hearing the word "home," the foreigners exchanged glances.

A hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

After half an hour.

Several black minivans sped up to the mountainside of Cloud Top Manor like madmen.

The midday sun hung scorching overhead.

The asphalt on the mountain road was baked until it emitted a pungent, tarry smell.

The black and gold carved gates of Genting Manor were tightly closed.

The twelve bodyguards, dressed in black tactical vests and with bulging muscles, formed an impenetrable iron wall.

They stood firmly blocking the entrance.

The eagle stood at the front, arms crossed.

His cold, scarred face was expressionless, like a demon god.

Kusen, accompanied by several presidents and translators, emerged from the car, sweating profusely.

I was just about to approach that door.

"stop!"

The eagle's cry was like a booming bell, its rugged voice echoing along the mountain road.

The tremor caused the leaves on the surrounding trees to fall in a rustling sound.

"Private property; trespassers will bear the consequences."

Several bodyguards simultaneously placed their hands on the tactical batons at their waists.

That fierce, bloodthirsty aura brought from the real battlefield was released instantly.

The pampered foreigners were so frightened that they trembled and stopped abruptly three meters away.

"Sir, we're here to visit Chairman Chen Yuan!"

Kusen wiped the sweat from his forehead that had gotten into his eyes.

He shouted anxiously in English.

The translator quickly relayed the information, trembling slightly.

"We approached that holographic chip collaboration with utmost sincerity..."

"Mr. Chen said he will not be receiving guests today."

The eagle coldly interrupted the translator, like an emotionless stone.

"But we've been waiting outside for ages!"

Another Italian tech giant was so anxious he was stamping his feet, his suit back soaked with sweat.

"This is a meeting that will determine the future of global technology!"

"Please go in and inform them that we are willing to agree to all his conditions!"

The eagle's eyes swept over the group as if they were idiots.

Does it concern the future direction of global technology?

In Mr. Chen's eyes, nothing in this world is as important as the dish that's cooking in the kitchen.

As long as it delays cooking for the young lady.

Let alone these foreigners, even if the King of Heaven himself came, he would have to stand obediently outside.

"Wait."

The eagle dropped two words.

He didn't even open the door, and continued to stand there like a wooden stake.

The scorching sun relentlessly baked the heads of these elderly foreign men.

The expensive leather shoes seemed to be steaming as they stepped on the scorching hot ground.

Their mouths were dry, and their throats felt like they were on fire.

But no one dared to leave.

They didn't even dare to go back to their air-conditioned car for a short while.

I was afraid that if I turned around, the door would open and someone else would snatch the opportunity away.

I stood there for a full hour.

Kusen's legs began to weaken, and his vision blurred.

The suit was completely soaked with sweat and clung to my body, making it extremely uncomfortable.

He looked at the still tightly closed manor gate.

The last vestiges of pride and self-respect in my heart were crushed to dust by the scorching sun and the cold shoulder.

He knew that the man inside was deliberately tormenting them.

They are breaking their spines in this most primitive way.

Kusen gritted his teeth and took a deep breath of the sweltering air.

He dragged his heavy legs and took half a step forward.

Amidst the shocked gazes of several CEOs around them.

The Apple CEO, wiping the cold sweat from his brow, bowed ninety degrees to the eagle: "Please, I beg you to make an exception. If I can just see Mr. Chen, I can give up half of the profits from the Asia-Pacific region!"