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

Yan Qingfeng casually tossed the empty crystal glass onto the marble coffee table.

He turned and walked to the temperature-controlled wine cabinet that took up an entire wall behind him, and picked out a bottle of Romanée-Conti.

The red liquid in the decanter was as thick as blood.

He poured himself a shallow half-glass, held the wine glass, and slowly strolled to the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window.

Lin Yubing stood by the desk, his brows still furrowed.

"Master Yan, the Zhong family has cast a very wide net this time."

She clutched the summary report in her hand, the pages creased from her grip.

Outside the window, the night view of Jingzhou is as dazzling as a galaxy.

The traffic on several ring road overpasses converged into golden ribbons of light, all flowing under the operating rules of the Lingxiao Consortium.

Yan Qingfeng gently swirled the wine in his glass, gazing at Lin Yubing's reflection in the glass.

"Are they still using those outdated, bureaucratic methods to strangle us?"

Yan Qingfeng's lips curled into an undisguised mockery.

"What a bunch of lowlifes."

Lin Yubing took two steps forward, her high heels making no sound on the carpet.

"But these bumpkins hold the official seal, which is controlling our vital passage."

Her tone was professional and meticulous.

"Go and speak to those senior leaders in Beijing; that's the quickest way to cut your losses."

Lin Yubing pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses.

"We have a monopoly on the special medicine. In order to prolong their lives, they will definitely swallow their pride and help us suppress the Zhong family."

"Yubing, you've been with me for so long, how come your horizons still haven't broadened?"

Yan Qingfeng turned around, his deep eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Go ask for favors? Go play the game of power dynamics and social niceties?"

He walked up to Lin Yubing, and a sense of oppression immediately followed.

"That's a game only the weak play."

Yan Qingfeng gave a cold laugh.

"Capital's dimensional reduction attack is ruthless and doesn't need to consider anyone's feelings."

He pointed to the floor beneath his feet.

"Power can block highway entrances and seal off a few plots of land. But it cannot stop the rampant growth of capital."

Yan Qingfeng walked past her and sat down in the large leather swivel chair.

"Smack."

He pressed the button on the black walkie-talkie on the table.

"Su Jianxin, get up here."

Less than two minutes later, the heavy wooden door to the office was pushed open.

Su Jianxin swaggered in, dressed in a flashy burgundy suit with dark patterns.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and had that signature foxy smile on his lips.

"Master Yan, why are you in such a hurry to choose me?"

Su Jianxin pulled up a chair and sat down across from the desk without any hesitation.

"The Wall Street investors have only been fleeced for half their money, and I'm raking in the cash right now."

Yan Qingfeng ignored his nonsense.

"Have you thoroughly investigated the Chung family's operations in China?"

He leaned back in his chair, his fingertips lightly tapping the rosewood tabletop.

"How could I dare not take the task assigned by you, Master Yan, seriously?"

Su Jianxin put away his playful smile and pulled an ultra-thin tactical tablet from the inside pocket of his suit.

He swiped his finger across the screen twice and then pushed it directly in front of Yan Qingfeng.

"Top secret list, still fresh."

Su Jianxin pushed up his glasses, and a cold white light reflected off the lenses.

"On the surface, the Zhong family relies on a few powerful uncles within the system to maintain its image, but in reality, it is entirely supported by retail investors in the A-share market."

Yan Qingfeng glanced down at the screen.

The top of the document lists the names of more than a dozen listed companies and their equity structure.

"All seven core stocks are listed on the A-share main board."

Su Jianxin stretched out his finger and tapped on the screen.

"Great Wall Heavy Industry, Jinghua Road & Bridge, Tianxing Infrastructure..."

He sneered repeatedly, his tone full of disdain for his peers.

"They are all shell companies and heavy industry enterprises."

"Zhong Xiaoai is a ruthless woman, and her methods are very brutal."

Lin Yubing leaned forward for a look, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"From left hand to right hand?"

With her legal background, she immediately spotted the trickery in the list.

"That's right."

Su Jianxin snapped his fingers.

"The Chung family used the approval power held by their uncles and elders to obtain major national infrastructure projects."

"Then they subcontracted the project to these listed shell companies at a low price."

He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"If you fabricate financial statements, the financial reports will look amazing, and the stock price will skyrocket."

"Once retail investors smell the opportunity and rush in to buy, Zhong Xiaoai will cash out and leave at a high price."

Su Jianxin pursed his lips.

"These powerful and wealthy people are no good at running real businesses, but they're experts at sucking people's blood."

Yan Qingfeng looked at the several bright red candlestick charts.

The murderous intent in his eyes spread rapidly like ink.

"So, Zhong Xiaoai dared to blacklist me this time."

Yan Qingfeng picked up his glass of red wine and swirled it gently.

"The confidence comes entirely from the massive cash flow provided by these listed companies."

"If she had no money, would those white-gloves and road administration police who do things for her suddenly become willing to risk their lives for her?"

Yan Qingfeng chuckled.

"The wealthy families in Beijing really think that wearing the cloak of the system can cover up their inherent capitalist greed."

He tilted his head back and drank the crimson liquid in the glass in one gulp.

With a "clang".

The crystal glass slammed heavily onto the table.

"Since they want to play, let's play a big game with them."

Yan Qingfeng stood up, placing his hands on the table, like a god of war awakened from his trance.

"Uproot the Zhong family's entire fortune in the A-share market!"

Su Jianxin's eyes lit up instantly.

It was the frenzy of a bloodthirsty beast smelling raw meat.

"Master Yan, do you mean we should just drive the market down regardless of its state?"

Su Jianxin licked his lips.

"The Chung family's assets are quite large. If we were to force a takeover, we might have to use the US dollars we just brought back from Wall Street."

"Smash it."

Yan Qingfeng uttered a single word without the slightest hesitation.

"If she blocks my highway, I'll cut off her funding. If she inspects my customs, I'll burn down her headquarters."

Yan Qingfeng's gaze was icy as he stared directly at Su Jianxin.

"I want to make sure that all seven of the Chung family's stocks are welded to the daily limit down as soon as the market opens tomorrow."

"I want to make Beijing's financial sector experience an earthquake because of Zhong Xiaoai's stupidity!"

Lin Yubing, who was listening nearby, felt a chill run down her spine.

She knew that Master Yan was about to use Ling Xiao's nuclear weapon.

Once a massive influx of foreign exchange funds floods into the A-share market, the Zhong family's once-proud market capitalization won't even make a ripple.

"Go and prepare."

Yan Qingfeng sat back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"When the sun rises tomorrow, I want to hear Zhong Xiaoai's wailing in the capital."

Su Jianxin stood up abruptly.

He grabbed the tablet computer on the table, his fingers trembling slightly with excitement.

On that seemingly refined scoundrel's face, the features were slightly distorted by fanaticism.

He raised his hand to straighten the collar of his burgundy suit and bowed deeply to Yan Qingfeng.

"Understood, Master Yan."

Su Jianxin pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a chilling smile spreading across his face.

"My AI quantification system hasn't tasted blood for several days."