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

"Why are you all so surprised? Actually, he just made it casually. He usually cooks much better at home."

A soft, clear voice echoed across the teak deck, which reeked of blood.

Light and airy.

But it was like a heavy hammer blow, striking solidly on everyone's head.

Dead silence.

The group of high-ranking European nobles on the yacht seemed to have had all the oxygen drained from their surroundings.

They stood frozen in place, even the act of swallowing stuck in their throats.

The wrist holding the champagne glass froze in mid-air, the pale golden liquid dripping down the tilted rim.

It crashed onto the expensive Persian carpet.

Nobody bothered to clean it.

The three mercenaries whose necks were snapped and who sank into the Seine River didn't even make a ripple.

The pungent smell of blood had not yet dissipated.

But then a pungent, sweet and sour aroma, so irresistible to make your mouth water, forcefully seeped into the air.

The extreme cold of slaughter and the extreme warmth of everyday life merged in this Eastern man into a suffocating and terrifying sense of oppression.

And that richest woman in the East actually called this delicacy, which even God would be jealous of, "something I made casually"?

Several elderly patriarchs of the Qian family felt their legs go weak.

He slumped down on the rattan chair next to him.

His chest heaved violently, and a hissing sound came from his throat.

His eyes rolled back, and he even forgot to breathe, almost fainting on the spot.

Behind the crowd.

An overweight white old man wearing a dark blue striped suit was gripping the metal railing beside him tightly.

His name is Bernard.

Controlling nearly 60% of the fresh food retail channels in Europe, it is an undisputed commercial oligopoly.

The acquisition team at Star Ventures spent three whole months in Paris battling him.

The premium offered was enough to buy a small country.

But he didn't even let anyone from Xingchen step into his office.

He had been invited to this yacht to publicly ridicule the nouveau riche from China.

In Bernard's black briefcase.

They even brought with them that extremely harsh refusal memorandum.

He was preparing to throw it in Chen Yuan's face.

But now.

Bernard looked at the burly mercenaries who were thrown into the Seine.

Then look at Chen Yuan's hands, which are completely free of blood and have distinct knuckles.

The cold sweat on my back instantly soaked through my cotton shirt.

It stuck stickily to the spine.

When the sea breeze blows, a chill seeps into your bones.

This man was not a businessman who came to discuss business at all.

This is a demon that could tear the European capital world to shreds at any moment!

"Gulp."

Bernard swallowed hard, his saliva dry.

The overpowering aroma of sweet and sour fish in my nasal cavity seemed to have a life of its own.

He scratched his stomach lining frantically.

He has spent most of his life in the fresh food distribution industry and considers himself to have tasted all the world's top Michelin-starred restaurants.

But in front of that plate of fish tail that was only half left.

His sense of taste, which he had been so proud of for decades, was shattered into pieces.

The amber-colored sauce clinging to the piece of fish.

It reflects a deadly allure in the sunlight.

The sweet and sour molecules swirled and collided in the air, directly impacting his brain nerves.

The instinct to survive was mixed with a crazy craving for that ultimate deliciousness.

This completely shattered the last thread of pride in the mind of this European tycoon.

He released his grip on the railing.

My numb knees trembled uncontrollably beneath my trousers.

The leather shoes made a messy sound as they stepped on the deck.

"Make way...make way!"

Bernard roughly pushed aside the French nobles blocking his way.

Stumbling and staggering, I walked toward the glass round table.

Two bodyguards in black immediately stepped forward.

His palm rested on the tactical baton on his lower back, his eyes looking at a dead body.

"Step back."

The bodyguard's voice was cold and hard, leaving no room for negotiation.

Bernard's knees buckled.

With a "thump".

This retail tycoon, worth tens of billions of euros, knelt firmly on the deck three meters away from the round table.

The kneecap hit the teak floor with a dull thud.

He didn't care at all that his expensive suit pants were worn out.

His hands trembled as he pressed down on the black briefcase.

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

Bernard's voice was hoarse and split, carrying an almost fawning, obsequious quality.

"I am Bernard! Head of the European Ocean Retail Group!"

He used both hands to unzip the briefcase.

Because of the panic, they couldn't pull it apart several times.

My fingers were shaking so badly I couldn't even hold the metal zipper clasp.

Shen Wanzhou leaned back in her chair.

Her shimmering, peach-blossom eyes slightly lifted as she looked at the old man kneeling on the ground, his brow beaded with sweat.

She remembered the name.

In the report submitted by the mergers and acquisitions department, this old man was known as a stubborn rock in a latrine, both foul and unyielding.

Not only did they refuse to meet with representatives of Xingchen, but they also colluded with other distributors to raise the entry fees for Chinese goods.

They even declared that they would never allow a single piece of Star Ventures' produce to enter the European market.

Why are you kneeling down now?

She turned her head away.

His gaze fell on Chen Yuan beside him.

Chen Yuan maintained the posture of one hand in his pocket.

His deep black eyes swept indifferently over Bernard on the ground.

There was no sound.

It was just that invisible sense of oppression.

Bernard was forced to bury his head even lower, his forehead almost touching the wood grain of the deck.

"Mr. Chen! Chairman Shen!"

Bernard finally unzipped the zipper and pulled out a thick document entirely in English.

The paper rustled in the sea breeze.

"This is the acquisition agreement from Star Ventures!"

"I'll sign! I'll sign right now!"

He couldn't even wait to pick up a pen.

Put your thumb directly into your mouth and bite down hard.

Fresh blood gushed out.

He pressed a bloody handprint heavily onto the signature page of the last page of the document.

The red fingerprints stood out starkly against the white paper.

"Owning ownership of fresh produce logistics across Europe and three thousand large supermarket chains!"

"Merge them all into Star Ventures!"

"I don't want any conditions! I just want Star Ventures to leave me one percent of their shares for my retirement!"

Bernard held the blood-stained contract high above his head with both hands.

His back was bent into a humble arc.

Cold sweat mixed with the sea breeze made his gray hair look disheveled.

He carefully raised his head.

His gaze went past the bodyguard's leather shoes and fixed on the plate of sweet and sour fish on the table.

"Mr. Chen... I only ask one thing of you."

His voice trembled uncontrollably, but a crazed green light blazed in his eyes.

That's the look in the eyes of a wild beast driven to the brink of starvation.

"Please, let me have a bite of that half-fish!"

"Just one bite! I'd be willing to include my two estates on the Champs-Élysées in the contract!"

"No, no! I also have my ski resort in the Alps! You can have it all!"

Under the absolute force of violence and the temptation of divine cuisine.

This pride of the European financial world has been utterly trampled into the mud.

They even fed their last shred of backbone to the dogs.

The entire venue fell silent once again.

Those old-money aristocrats who used to keep up their airs.

Looking at Bernard's utterly undignified appearance.

I felt a tightness in my throat and a sour feeling in my stomach.

The largest retail channel in all of Europe.

So easily won over by a leftover fish tail?

This is hardly a business negotiation!

This is clearly a one-sided brainwashing using both physical and taste sensations!

The CEOs of several competitors were green with envy.

But due to the intense killing intent emanating from Chen Yuan, no one dared to step forward and snatch the contract.

Chen Yuan's gaze finally fell on the contract as if he were bestowing a favor upon it.

He didn't reach out to take it.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

His slender fingers tapped lightly twice on the edge of the table.

"Tap. Tap."

The crisp tapping sound was like a small hammer striking Bernard's tense nerves.

Chen Yuan turned to the side.

A large, well-defined hand picked up a wet wipe from the table.

He slowly and deliberately wiped away the water stain that Shen Wanzhou had accidentally smeared on the tablecloth.

The movements were incredibly gentle.

Then.

His cold gaze swept across the air to the blood-stained document.

"Too dirty."

His voice was cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Move it away, don't let the smell bother my wife."

The bodyguard, Eagle, immediately stepped forward.

He snatched the multi-billion euro contract from Bernard's hand.

He turned and walked to the back.

Wang Kai was standing at the cockpit entrance, wearing an inappropriate floral shirt and sweating profusely.

He was also holding a walkie-talkie.

It's clear that the underlying data severing process has just been completed.

Chen Yuan didn't even look at the contract, casually tossing it to Wang Kai behind him, a mocking sneer curling his lips: "See? Sometimes a plate of sweet and sour fish is more effective than your hundreds of pages of business negotiation documents."