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

The old butler wiped the sweat from his brow, his voice tinged with apprehension.

It wasn't that he felt sorry for these foreigners.

It's simply because these people's identities are too frightening.

If anyone were to get sick from being exposed to the sun at the manor gate, they would faint and pass out.

Tomorrow, the global technology sector is bound to experience a Black Friday.

In the kitchen.

Chen Yuan placed the last plate of freshly baked French puff pastry on the counter.

The golden, crispy crust gleamed enticingly under the warm light.

The rich aroma of butter in the air finally masked the slight anxiety wafting in from outside.

He took off his heat-resistant gloves, which had a little flour on them.

I just tossed it aside next to the sink.

Turn on the tap, and clear water washes over your finger bones.

He slowly washed off the excess powder from his hands and then wiped them with a dry towel.

"Let them in."

Chen Yuan hung up the towel, his tone devoid of any extraneous emotional fluctuation.

"By the way, tell Eagle to leave those flies they brought to take pictures of outside the door."

Uncle Fu felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie to relay the instructions.

The heavy black and gold gates of the manor finally slid open slowly to both sides amidst the ear-piercing sound of the motor.

Kusen and those few tech giants that are already on the verge of collapse.

It's like a traveler who has been trekking through the desert for three days and three nights suddenly spotting an oasis.

They scrambled and crawled across the high threshold.

Some people even stumbled on the steps because their legs were too weak and almost knelt on the lawn.

The two top lawyers accompanying him wanted to go in, but were blocked at the door by Eagle's expressionless face.

"Mr. Chen's rule is that only the person in charge is allowed to enter."

The eagle's scarred face radiated a menacing aura in the sunlight, warning strangers to stay away.

Kusen quickly waved to the lawyers, signaling them to wait outside.

Now, let alone bringing a lawyer.

Even if Chen Yuan told them to go in barefoot, they would never dare to say a word of "no".

Several people, supporting each other, dragged their heavy steps through the manor's garden.

Step through that spacious and bright double solid wood door.

In the lobby, the cool air from the central air conditioning hit you in the face.

It instantly took away the sticky, scorching heat from their bodies.

Kusen exhaled a long breath of stale air, which smelled of burning, and felt as if he had come back to life.

He straightened up and tried to straighten his bespoke suit, which was soaked in sweat and wrinkled.

To regain some dignity that belongs to the leaders of multinational technology giants.

But when his gaze fell on the open-plan kitchen on the first floor...

All movements froze.

The man who, with a single gesture, shattered global technological hegemony in a live broadcast.

The owner of Star Ventures, who holds trillions of dollars in capital and strikes fear into the hearts of Wall Street.

now.

She was wearing a pure white loungewear T-shirt with a black cotton apron tied around her waist.

Standing in front of the marble kitchen counter.

Holding a kitchen knife, she methodically processed several orange-red carrots.

There was no negotiation team in suits.

There was no tense atmosphere of business competition.

They didn't even prepare a cup of coffee for their guests.

This extremely realistic everyday scene contrasts sharply with the heated debate they envisioned in their minds.

It created a sense of rupture akin to a nuclear explosion.

"Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen."

Kusen swallowed hard and, accompanied by several CEOs, cautiously walked to the kitchen bar.

They didn't even dare to step into the kitchen area.

They could only stand across the marble bar counter, like a group of elementary school students waiting for their teacher to scold them.

He bowed respectfully.

"Excuse me for bothering you, I'm Cushn from Apple."

"Regarding the technology of the 'Starry Sky' holographic interactive chip."

"We brought our utmost sincerity."

As he spoke, Kusen pulled out of the briefcase he had been clutching tightly to his chest.

With trembling hands, he pulled out several thick documents bearing multiple seals.

And there was that promissory note already filled with an astronomical sum.

He held it with both hands and placed it respectfully on the marble countertop of the bar.

"This is a deposit of 20 billion US dollars."

"As long as you are willing to grant exclusive overseas agency rights."

"We're willing to give up 60%, no, 70% of our global net profit for the next ten years!"

Several other Italian and North American giants quickly echoed this sentiment, each revealing their own trump cards.

"We are willing to open up all our underlying databases!"

"We can move our headquarters to Jianghai City, and we'll be at your command!"

Take any one of these conditions.

All of this is enough to drive the top domestic conglomerates crazy with envy.

This is trading the entire overseas technology market for the right to survive.

Chen Yuan didn't look at the priceless documents on the bar.

He didn't even disrupt the rhythm of his chopping vegetables.

Thump, thump, thump.

The blade struck the solid wood cutting board with a steady, rhythmic sound.

Long, slender fingers pressed against the carrot.

With a few deft movements of the blade, thin, orange-red slices were neatly cut off.

He has only one thing on his mind right now.

The picky cat upstairs is about to wake up from its afternoon nap.

Freshly baked puff pastry is too rich, so it needs to be paired with a refreshing fruit and vegetable salad.

Otherwise, she'll get a stomachache again if she eats it.

Carrots are one of her least favorite vegetables.

She would frown whenever she saw even slightly thicker carrot shreds.

Like a cat guarding its food, use chopsticks to pick them out one by one and throw them away.

Only when it's cut thinner than a strand of hair can it be completely incorporated into the salad dressing.

Only then did she reluctantly swallow it, wrinkling her nose.

This is something that interests him more than hundreds of billions of dollars.

Kusen and the others watched as Chen Yuan remained unmoved by their exorbitant offer.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead again.

I was out in the sun for three hours, and I was already exhausted.

This invisible pressure was making their legs go weak.

"Mr. Chen..."

Kusen's voice was clearly choked with sobs.

"As long as you name your terms, we'll do anything, even replace the entire board of directors."

Chen Yuan finally stopped wielding his knife.

The blade struck the cutting board with a crisp sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but it made the group of elderly foreign men present shudder.

Chen Yuan picked up a clean towel from the side and wiped his fingers.

He raised his deep black eyes, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the bar.

It landed on those checks printed with a long string of zeros.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

money?

What he has in abundance is this pile of waste paper.

He casually picked up the ordinary kitchen knife from the cutting board.

Along with a few clean, uncut carrots.

With a flick of the wrist.

Clang.

The knife and carrot landed precisely on the bar counter in front of Cuson.

"Want to buy my technology?"

Chen Yuan leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms casually crossed in front of his chest.

His deep eyes revealed an unyielding nonchalance and coldness.

Chen Yuan leaned against the kitchen counter, his tone as indifferent as if he were talking about something trivial: "Want to sign a contract? Sure. First, cut these carrots into thin strips; my wife doesn't like coarse ones."