Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

"Beep beep beep—"

The piercing red alarm nearly ripped the roof off the 88th floor of the Handong Lingxiao Building.

In the holographic logistics monitoring hall, the usually well-organized dispatchers were now as anxious as ants on a hot plate.

On the curved screen that occupies the entire wall, the once unobstructed green logistics network is now bursting into patches of scarlet at a visible speed.

The red dots were densely packed, like some kind of deadly virus, spreading wildly along the provincial border.

"Brother Hei! The highway checkpoints in Zhongyuan Province have also issued a ban! More than thirty of our coal trucks have been forcibly stopped!"

Dispatcher Xiao Zhang gripped his headset, his voice hoarse from shouting, his face ashen, as if covered in a layer of white ash.

Logistics supervisor Lao Hei ripped off his tie and slammed it onto the anti-static floor.

His forehead was covered in large beads of sweat as he roared into the walkie-talkie.

"What's going on?! We paid the tolls and had all the paperwork done, so why are they impounding our cars?!"

The radio crackled with the agonizing cries of a driver on the front lines.

"Brother Hei, the traffic police and road administration have conducted a joint enforcement operation and said our tank contains excessive amounts of hazardous chemicals!"

"They even revoked my license plate, saying it's a one-time indefinite suspension for inspection!"

Old Hei was so angry that he kicked over the steel trash can next to him.

"That's utter nonsense!"

"We use only special explosion-proof steel imported from Germany! It exceeds even the standards of our ancestors!"

Before Old Hei could catch his breath, the red internal phone on the other end started ringing like crazy again.

The supervisor in charge of overseas liaison was shaking so badly he looked like he had Parkinson's disease as he shakily picked up the receiver.

After listening to a couple of sentences, the manager's legs went weak, and he slid down under the desk.

"Brother Black...the sky has fallen."

The supervisor swallowed hard, his eyes filled with terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

"An urgent telegram has arrived from the Tianjin Customs."

"The batch of core components for lithography machines from the Ministry of Science and Technology was immediately seized and stored in a bonded warehouse by the anti-smuggling bureau as soon as it landed!"

"They say we're suspected of major technical misrepresentation, and they're going to investigate us layer by layer, without even giving us a deadline to pick up the goods!"

Old Hei's vision went black, and his head was buzzing.

Lithography machine parts! That's a top-secret project personally approved by President Yan and with an investment of tens of billions!

If this stuff gets stuck in customs and rusts, the penalty fees alone could bury the entire logistics department alive!

Just as chaos erupted in the hall and a group of people were about to hang themselves.

With a "click," the heavy automatic glass door slid open to both sides.

Lin Yubing walked in with a brisk pace, wearing her signature red-soled high heels.

Her cold and beautiful face was covered with a layer of frost that had never melted in a thousand years.

The gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses was like two cold blades, quickly sweeping across the shocking scarlet on the large screen.

The flashing red lights on the screen made her clean and crisp black business suit appear slightly blood-red.

"President Lin! You've finally arrived!"

Old Hei rushed over as if he had seen a savior, sweat pouring down his white hair.

"Our out-of-province business has been completely cut off! Our goods are stuck halfway through the journey; it's obvious they're targeting Ling Xiao!"

Lin Yubing didn't even look at him, and snatched the crumpled summary report from Lao Hei's hand.

"What's the panic? The sky hasn't fallen yet. Even if it does, Master Yan will hold it up."

Her voice was clear and cold, instantly silencing the noise in the hall.

"Keep the drivers calm and prevent them from getting into a fight in their cars. They will still receive triple pay."

Lin Yubing turned and walked towards the door, leaving behind a capable-looking figure.

"Leave the rest to me."

Top floor, Chairman's office.

Yan Qingfeng wore a finely crafted black shirt, with the cuffs casually rolled up to his forearms.

He was standing casually in front of the liquor cabinet, pouring a small sip of Macallan whisky into a crystal glass.

The amber-colored liquor struck the hand-carved ice ball with a crisp "clink".

Lin Yubing pushed open the door and entered, her high heels making a dull, hurried sound on the carpet.

"Master Yan, they've made their move in the capital, and their methods are quite dirty."

She walked to the large rosewood desk and slammed the thick red folder down on her hand.

"In just two hours, Zhong Xiaoai mobilized all of their administrative white gloves in the country."

Lin Yubing pushed up his glasses and began reciting the names of the dishes quickly, each word sharp and incisive.

"First, Lingxiao Energy's convoys at seven provincial exits, including northern Jiangsu and southern Anhui, are all stuck."

"Secondly, Tianjin Customs seized the core components of the lithography machine on the grounds of false declaration."

"Third, and most disgustingly, is the three commercial land parcels we just acquired along the coast, each worth tens of billions..."

Lin Yubing's chest rose and fell slightly as she took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air.

"The local land bureau sealed off the area overnight! The reason given was severe heavy metal pollution in the soil, posing a significant safety hazard!"

Yan Qingfeng paused slightly in the hand holding the wine glass.

Hearing about this deadly encirclement that could instantly kill any multi-billion dollar conglomerate, he didn't even raise an eyebrow.

Instead, he chuckled softly, shook his head, and turned away.

"Excessive levels of hazardous chemicals? Misrepresentation of technology? Soil pollution?"

Yan Qingfeng walked to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs in a languid posture.

"What kind of high-end tactics, capable of overwhelming the Zhong family of Beijing, could possibly come up with?"

He took a sip of strong liquor, a hint of undisguised contempt and mockery flashing in his eyes.

"After all this time, they're still using the same old tricks: village aunties throwing tantrums and trying to suffocate people by blocking official seals."

Lin Yubing frowned, turned to the last page of the report, and looked so serious that he looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Master Yan, the tricks may be old, but the official seals those people have are really effective."

"The Chung family is determined to shake our foundation in China this time."

She pushed the report in front of Yan Qingfeng, pointing to the shocking deficit figures on it.

"Logistics disruptions, customs seizures, land freezes – we're literally burning through cash with heavy assets!"

"Zhong Xiaoai is using administrative power to create an economic impenetrable fortress, trying to suffocate us within Handong Province!"

Lin Yubing's voice betrayed a hint of anxiety.

"The current external losses are reaching as high as 45 million per hour!"

Yan Qingfeng didn't look at the report; he simply stared quietly at the cold light reflected in the glass.

"The Chung family has powerful uncles and elders within the system, and we also have trump cards in our hands."

Looking at Yan Qingfeng's calm face, Lin Yubing offered what she considered to be the most ruthless response strategy.

"Those top-level senior leaders in Beijing who are lying in special wards are all relying on Lingxiao's special medicine to keep them alive."

Her eyes hardened, and she made a gesture as if she were cutting something in half.

"Should I book a flight to Beijing right now?"

"Just cut off their medication under the pretext of insufficient production capacity, and force those senior leaders to step forward and bang on the table."

Lin Yubing bit her red lips, full of confidence.

"I guarantee that the blacklist issued by those lackeys of the Zhong family won't even last half a day!"

"Need not."

Yan Qingfeng refused without even thinking.

He downed the whiskey in one gulp, then slammed the glass down heavily on the marble coffee table.

"Using connections to fight connections is like dogs fighting each other. I, Yan Qingfeng, can't afford to lose face like that."

He stood up, walked to the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the completely subjugated city below.

The night was deep, but the murderous intent in his eyes was astonishingly bright.

"Since Zhong Xiaoai likes to use her pitiful power to block my door."

"Then I'll use all my power to smash the Zhong family's house to pieces, including the ceiling."

Yan Qingfeng turned his head and looked at Lin Yubing, who was standing there in a daze.

"Go and fetch Su Jianxin for me."

A cold, bloodthirsty smirk curled at the corner of his lips, his voice echoing eerily in the large office.

"Ask this refined scoundrel if the blades on his meat-cutting machine are sharp enough!"