My capital is quite large.

A one-year time difference.

In the ever-changing mobile internet and capital markets, this is enough to cause dramatic changes in countless investments.

This made Li Feng, who had always regarded his "prophetic perspective" as his greatest asset, vaguely feel a sense of threat of losing control.

"Is it the butterfly effect... or a man-made disaster?"

Li Feng calmly unraveled the mystery in his mind.

In recent years, as Haofeng's empire has expanded rapidly, he has indeed made waves in many fields, changing the established trajectory of many people and things.

But Cui is a retired celebrity host with the pride of a scholar, and his fourteen-year feud with Feng Xiaogang could not possibly have erupted a year early for no reason.

unless……

Someone handed me a knife from behind!

Looking at the entire entertainment industry within Dongda University, who has the power and connections to uncover so many shell studios under Fan Xiaopang's name in just half a day, and obtain the original copies of the dual contracts stamped with his private seal...?

Only a handful.

Almost immediately, Li Feng locked onto a candidate in his mind.

Zhang Xinyu!

There is no one else who could do such a thing, dare to do such a thing, and whose methods are so ruthless that they completely disregard the industry ecosystem, except for that butler Haofeng, who has officially retired but is still ruling from behind the scenes.

In fact, Li Feng is neither blind nor stupid.

Li Feng knew perfectly well what shady things Zhang Xinyu had been doing behind the scenes all these years, using his resources.

even……

Two years ago, when it was learned that Zhang Xinyu's Yufeng Media had set up its headquarters in Bangkok, Thailand.

Li Feng once used special channels to thoroughly investigate the background of Yu Feng Media!

He knew that Da Zhang kept a pack of hyenas doing dirty work.

But he always turned a blind eye and let her do whatever she wanted.

After all, Li Feng needs to maintain his noble image of benefiting the country and its people at all times.

But even in the shadows where the sun doesn't reach, someone always has to do the dirty work.

……

But this time, the situation is different!

Li Feng needed to confirm one thing:

If this nationally sensational whistleblower report was indeed orchestrated by Zhang, then everything is still under his control.

But what if... it wasn't Da Zhangqian's?

If the tide truly has turned in the dark, accelerating on its own, even deviating from his predictions...

That means that, as time goes by, the prophetic book in his mind that records the future has begun to become largely distorted!

A time traveler who has lost the perspective of a prophet is no different from an ordinary rich man who has taken off his full set of divine equipment. In the geopolitical and technological upheavals of the future, he may fall into an abyss and be doomed at any time!

This is the core reason why Li Feng felt a chill run down his spine!

He must test him!

And Zhang Yuxi in front of me...

As Zhang Xinyu's successor, personally trained by Zhang Da, it's impossible that she was completely unaware of Zhang Xinyu's actions!

……

"...Regarding the financial provisions for iQiyi's self-produced dramas in the third quarter, Mr. Han, what's the situation with you...?"

Zhang Yuxi's voice continued.

"Alright."

A deep, cold voice abruptly ripped through the reports in the office.

Zhang Yuxi paused in her speech.

She looked up in surprise, only to meet Li Feng's eyes, which seemed to see right through her soul.

Eyes facing each other.

The air froze in that instant!

A barely perceptible hint of panic flickered across Secretary Zhang's usually imperceptible, cool face.

In her perception, Mr. Li's gaze at this moment was even colder than when she looked at the soft lock of the lithography machine in the Xuzhou workshop a few years ago!

"Mr. Li... Mr. Li?" Zhang Yuxi nervously clutched the folder to her chest.

Li Feng did not mention anyone's name, nor did he mention any specific details.

He simply uttered a sentence in a calm, unpredictable tone that sent chills down Zhang Yuxi's spine:

Tell her.

"Convergence point".

"Also, clean the tail thoroughly."

There is no cause and no effect.

but!

"Whoosh—!"

Secretary Zhang, sitting at her desk, turned deathly pale at a visible speed!

Her body swayed slightly uncontrollably, and the tablet in her hand almost slipped from her grasp!

Those eyes were now filled with horror and awe!

The boss knows everything!

……

Behind the desk.

Having witnessed Zhang Yuxi's series of panicked reactions, Li Feng's tense nerves subtly relaxed.

His expression remained cold and stern, but deep in his heart, unknown to anyone, the young tycoon let out a long sigh of relief.

Case solved.

It really was Zhang Qian.

It was purely because of the tigress he raised, who took advantage of his momentum and handed over the knife in advance!

"Fortunately... I still have the upper hand."

Li Feng secretly felt relieved.

The sense of security that he had once again firmly grasped the future made the gloom that had been hanging over his brows vanish in an instant.

Since the prophet's perspective isn't the problem, then what remains...

Isn't it all just entertaining to sit back and watch the tigers fight?

"Alright."

That's all for today.

Li Feng stood up, a playful look on his face:

"get off work!"

......

Dongho-ro, Jung-gu, Seoul.

The Shilla Hotel, which offers panoramic views of Namsan, is filled with a solemn and sophisticated atmosphere in its top-floor banquet hall.

This banquet hall, which is usually used to receive foreign dignitaries and top tycoons, is decorated entirely with expensive Korean red pine and pure white Korean paper.

In the very center of the long, antique-style table, a dozen or so gleaming brass vessels were neatly arranged...

It was clearly kimchi in red, yellow, white, and green, each made using different pickling methods!

Kimchi, radish kimchi, water kimchi, perilla leaf kimchi, cucumber kimchi, pollack roe pickles...

All sorts of dishes were laid out in a grand display of more than twenty plates!

Sitting at the head table, Kim Soo-hyuk looked down at the large table of lush green pickled vegetables in front of him, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

At this moment, I feel a bit tense.

Although he had long since obtained South Korean citizenship and Emily's passport, and his resume was packaged as that of a Wall Street elite.

But after all, he's a student from Tokyo University!

Having grown up on the black soil of Yanbian, he has eaten all sorts of dishes from childhood to adulthood, including sweet and sour pork, chicken stew with mushrooms, and roasted meat in a large copper pot.

Salted vegetables are just salted vegetables. On the dining tables at Dongda University, this stuff is at most a free condiment dish to whet the appetite and cut through the greasiness.

But now...

Looking at Princess Lee Boo-jin across from them, who was brazenly presenting such a large table of kimchi as a state banquet...

Kim Soo-hyuk almost lost his composure.