My capital is quite large.

Under the lure of huge profits, greed often devours the last vestiges of human reason and fear.

As night falls, in a dimly lit tea restaurant in Kowloon, Hong Kong.

Liang Shubin sat in the far corner, with a glass of iced lemon tea in front of him.

His hands trembled slightly with excitement and nervousness, and his eyes were filled with a desperate, fervent determination.

He knew that he held the key to a paradise of wealth in his hand.

To ensure everything went smoothly and to maximize the benefits, Liang Shubin did not blindly disclose the information directly.

He pulled out a newly purchased space-age SIM card phone from his pocket and, using the contact information he had gathered from various sources, dialed Yang Mi's personal assistant's number.

The moment the call connected, Liang Shubin deliberately lowered his voice, making it sound cold and resolute:

"Hello, is this Ms. Yang's assistant? Please tell your boss that I have a research manuscript on the relationship between the 'Maozhen Education Foundation' and Professor Liu of the University of Hong Kong."

"If the contents of this book are leaked, not only will Miss Yang lose her doctoral degree, but some deeper family secrets will also be exposed to the world."

"Ten million to buy out this manuscript."

"Don't call the police, or we'll all suffer the consequences."

Before the panicked assistant on the other end of the phone could react, Liang Shubin decisively hung up.

He then repeated the same threatening call to Liu Yifei's assistant's phone.

Same lines, same threats, same demand for ten million.

However, Liang Shubin's ambitions go far beyond that.

In his view, although female celebrities are rich, the real money always comes from the man behind the scenes.

To give himself a double layer of insurance, and in order to achieve financial freedom, he made his last call to the president's office of Jinling Haofeng Group.

"Assistant Zhang, I've heard so much about you."

After the call connected, Liang Shubin let out a sinister laugh:

"I have some investigative reports on Mr. Li's private life, which involve the HKU Mau Ching Foundation."

"Mr. Li has a large and powerful family, so I suppose he wouldn't want these trivial matters to affect Haofeng's reputation and stock price in mainland China, right? Thirty million, I'll pay you to keep quiet."

"If you short even a penny, I guarantee that tomorrow's headlines in Hong Kong will be filled with stories of Mr. Li's romantic escapades with those two ladies."

Listening to Liang Shubin's almost insane threats and demands over the phone, Zhang Yuxi, sitting in her office at Haofeng Group's headquarters, remained eerily calm.

She didn't even pause her typing; she just listened quietly.

Thirty million?

Compared to Haofeng's current size, 30 million is just a drop in the ocean.

But Xiao Zhang knew Li Feng's temper all too well. In this world, no one had ever been able to take a single penny from Boss Li through threats.

What's more, this reckless paparazzi actually dared to extend his reach into the boss's most taboo area.

"Mr. Liang, right? I understand what you mean." Zhang Yuxi's voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Thirty million is indeed not a small amount; we need time to balance the accounts."

"How about this, let's meet in the New Territories tomorrow afternoon. Bring the drafts with you, and we'll do a cash transaction."

"Great! Assistant Zhang is indeed a smart man!" Liang Shubin was overjoyed to see the other party agree so readily, completely unaware of why Xiao Zhang knew his surname was Liang.

......

Xiangjiang, a private club in the Mid-Levels.

Inside the luxurious private room, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost frozen.

Yang Mi and Liu Yifei, who usually compete with each other for status, are now sitting side by side on the sofa.

Although they both received extortion calls, their initial panic quickly turned into an open hostility between them.

"Why should the foundation be named 'Maozhen'?"

Yang Mi glanced at Liu Yifei sideways, her voice carrying a sharp questioning tone:

"When he funded the establishment of the Mingde Professorship, how come this name was chosen? Liu Yifei, don't tell me you didn't know about this."

Liu Yifei didn't want to argue with her when things were so urgent; she came here to discuss how to deal with this paparazzi.

Seeing Yang Mi's aggressive approach from the start, a hint of annoyance flashed in her usually cold eyes, and she retorted sarcastically:

"He personally decided on the name of the foundation. If you're not satisfied, you can go to Nanjing and make a scene. Why are you taking it out on me?"

"Go find him?"

Yang Mi gave a cold laugh and stared intently at Liu Yifei:

"If you hadn't whispered in his ear, would he have come up with such a name? Does he really think everyone else is a fool?"

"Also, I don't even want to talk about the person you hired, Qianying, who brought in Liu Haocun."

"The mess her parents made was just in the news yesterday. With your taste, you dare to try and start a company like Tang Yan and Liu Shishi?"

Even Liu Yifei, who usually has a good temper, couldn't hold back when Yang Mi went so far as to poke at him so aggressively.

Her beautiful face was covered in frost as she retorted without hesitation:

"My judgment is bad? Then how much better is Wang Churan, the one you hired?"

"She went to participate in those borderline adult beauty pageants when she was seven years old, and the photos are still posted on forums now."

"Don't you know he's extremely fastidious about cleanliness? If he finds out what you've got, see how he'll deal with you!"

"Besides, if you hadn't insisted on choosing the same mentor as me, would that paparazzi have been able to trace it all the way back to the foundation? Yang Mi, don't you know who really caused this mess?"

"you……"

Yang Mi's eyebrows furrowed, and she was about to continue tearing at the door when it was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Zhang Xinyu appeared at the door uninvited.

She was busy graduating with her master's degree when she learned about the controversy at the University of Hong Kong from Zhang Yuxi, and immediately rushed back to Hong Kong from Nanjing.

Upon seeing Zhang Xinyu appear, Yang Mi and Liu Yifei, who had been arguing fiercely, wisely shut up.

Although the club was relatively private, the two of them still had to report their daily schedules to Li Feng.

They weren't surprised at all that Zhang Xinyu could reach this spot.

Moreover, both of them harbored deep apprehension towards this powerful woman who had long since retired from the limelight but was practically ruling from behind the scenes.

Zhang Xinyu put it bluntly and comforted him, "Alright, we all live under the same roof, don't you get tired of bickering every day?"

"I've already made arrangements for that paparazzi who writes the article."

"You two don't need to do anything. Go to school and attend classes for the next two days."

At this point, Zhang Xinyu's gaze swept across the two faces, her tone carrying an undeniable authority:

"Also, don't bring up such low-class, trashy things to upset him."

"He has important things to attend to in his personal life right now. If anyone tries to spoil his mood with such a personal matter, don't blame me for being ruthless later."

Upon hearing Zhang Xinyu reveal the truth, Yang Mi and Liu Yifei exchanged a glance, and the panic in their eyes vanished in an instant.

With this big sister personally taking charge, there's naturally nothing to worry about.

The two women thanked them briefly, and then left the table in tacit agreement.