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

At 8 p.m. that evening, the main road leading to downtown Jingzhou was completely paralyzed.

This is not your average morning or evening rush hour; it's an unprecedented top-tier luxury car exhibition.

Maybach, Rolls-Royce, Bentley – their densely packed crash grilles reflected the cold light of the streetlights.

Hundreds of cars worth tens of millions of yuan, stretching as far as the eye can see, were all stuck on the main road with their hazard lights flashing.

The traffic police patrol car was parked on the side of the road.

Several traffic police officers leaned against the car door, smoking silently, not even daring to blow their whistles to direct traffic.

With this kind of situation, who would dare to issue a ticket?

"Honker! Honk it down! What's that Bentley doing, dawdling like that?!"

In the back seat of a Mercedes-Benz G-Class, the bald boss Sun Hai was sweating profusely with anxiety.

He slammed his hand on the leather seat, and the veins on his neck bulged out.

The driver turned his head away, looking aggrieved, and explained with a pained expression.

"Boss, the road ahead is completely blocked. Not even a bicycle can squeeze through."

Sun Hai glanced at his watch; they were still two kilometers away from the Lingxiao Building.

He gritted his teeth and ripped off the tie around his neck.

"I'm not waiting anymore! You stay in the car, I'm walking over!"

He clutched the brown paper bag full of share transfer documents tightly in his arms.

I pushed open the car door, braved the cold autumn wind, and ran wildly along the curb with my two thick legs.

A comical scene unfolded on the welcoming avenue.

Those business tycoons who are worth hundreds of millions and always have bodyguards to clear the way when they go out.

At that moment, they all abandoned their cars without any regard for dignity.

They were dressed in suits and leather shoes, panting heavily as they ran on the asphalt road.

They were terrified that if they were even a step too slow, they would end up like Liu from Xinghan Technology, going bankrupt and jumping off a building.

The lobby on the first floor of the Lingxiao Building was bustling with noise.

Hundreds of prominent entrepreneurs from Handong Province were crammed onto the marble floor.

No one dared to make a sound; they all stared expectantly at the front desk.

Chief Secretary Zhou Yuan pulled up a chair and sat down imposingly at the turnstile.

He was twirling a pen in his hand, with a mountain of documents piled up in front of him.

"Dalu Group, 30% stake, system integration complete."

Zhou Yuan flipped through the roster, casually pulled out a dark gold admission ticket, and tossed it to the security guard next to him.

"Give Chairman Wang permission to proceed to the top-floor banquet hall."

Wang Dalu bowed repeatedly, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and entered the president's elevator as if he had been granted a pardon.

"Next, Hongyu Building Materials, how much did you bring?" Zhou Yuan asked without lifting his eyelids.

Sun Hai quickly pushed through the crowd and rushed to the table, panting.

"Secretary Zhou! I brought 40% of Hongyu's core shares!"

He handed over the documents with trembling hands, even his breathing became shallow.

"As long as Master Yan gives the nod, Hongyu will immediately switch to the Cloud Sky System across its entire fleet!"

Zhou Yuan glanced at him, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Forty percent? Boss Sun is quite willing to cut his losses."

He picked up the red stamp on the table and slapped it onto the admission ticket.

"Alright, you've passed. Go find a corner to sit in."

Sun Hai clutched the thin, stiff cardboard tightly, his eyes instantly reddening.

It's like they've been granted a get-out-of-jail-free card.

He bowed three times before backing up toward the elevator.

The middle-aged, overweight man from the logistics company behind him panicked and quickly shoved the leather bag in his hand over.

"Secretary Zhou, I'll offer 20%, please be lenient..."

"twenty?"

Zhou Yuan's face darkened, and he smashed the leather bag directly into the fat man's face.

"Do you think the Sky Tower is a vegetable market, coming here to haggle over prices?"

"Security, throw this idiot out. Notify the legal department to cut off his internet!"

Two bodyguards in black pounced on him like wolves, grabbed the fat man, and dragged him out the door.

The fat man was so terrified that he screamed in agony.

"I'll add it! I'll add it up to fifty! Please, Secretary Zhou, give me a break!"

The wealthy people in the lobby twitched at the corners of their eyes, and a layer of white sweat broke out on their backs.

No one dared to plead for them.

In this arena where capital crushes all, surrendering your soul is the only ticket to victory.

10 p.m., the banquet hall on the top floor.

The crystal chandelier refracted a dazzling light, and melodious classical music flowed in the air.

The scene was lavish, yet the atmosphere was as oppressive as a funeral parlor.

Hundreds of business elites from Handong, who had received admission tickets, stood respectfully on both sides of the long table.

No one dared to sit down, and they didn't even dare to make a sound when they touched their wine glasses.

All eyes were fixed in awe on the empty seat in the very center.

"Squeak—"

The heavy double walnut wood door was pushed open.

The already quiet banquet hall fell into an instant silence.

As if someone had pressed the pause button, even the symphony orchestra stopped its performance.

Yan Qingfeng strode out of the shadows into the dazzling light with her long, slender legs.

He wasn't wearing a suit today, just a simple black shirt with a minimalist cut.

The collar was slightly open, exuding a nonchalant and lazy air.

But those deep, cold eyes swept across the room like blades with icy shards.

Yan Qingfeng walked to the head seat and casually pulled out a chair to sit down.

He didn't speak, and the people below had to hold their breath.

"Please sit down."

Yan Qingfeng leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"The fact that you are all standing here means you are all intelligent people. Intelligent people don't waste time on nonsense."

After a series of soft rustling sounds of chairs being pulled, hundreds of people sat up straight.

"I've invited everyone here tonight for just one thing."

Yan Qingfeng picked up the Romanée-Conti in front of him and gently shook it.

"The Lingxiao Chamber of Commerce is officially established today."

There was complete silence below.

Everyone knows that this is not some kind of industry mutual assistance chamber of commerce at all.

These are the collars that Yan Qingfeng put around their necks.

"Since you've entered the gates of Lingxiao, you must abide by my rules."

Yan Qingfeng slightly raised his eyes, his voice not loud, but it sent chills down everyone's spine.

"First. From today onwards, no industry within Handong Province is allowed to engage in price wars."

He gave a cold laugh.

"The Chamber of Commerce has the right to set prices for the products. Anyone who dares to lower prices and seize market share is breaking my business. If they break my business, I will confiscate their property."

Sun Hai swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine.

By prohibiting price reductions, they effectively monopolized the profit margins of the Handong market.

Ordinary people have no choice but to buy overpriced goods.

Yan Qingfeng raised his second finger.

"Secondly, every penny of the cash flow of your companies must go through the Yunxiao system."

"Without the signature of the Chamber of Commerce's legal department, no funds may be transferred out of the province in any form."

"Anyone who dares to transfer assets out of the company without authorization, like Lao Liu of Xinghan Technology, will be your role model."

This is practically like forcibly connecting the entire blood bank of the Handong business community to Ling Xiao's pipe!

Not only do they want to suck blood, they also want to weld the door shut!

Wang Dalu was the first to react.

He suddenly stood up, holding a wine glass in his hand, his body bent at a ninety-degree angle.

"Master Yan is wise!"

Wang Dalu shouted at the top of his lungs.

"With the Lingxiao Chamber of Commerce backing us, the businesses in Handong are united as one. Who would dare to bully us then!"

"From now on, the Dalu Group will follow Master Yan's lead!"

With Wang Dalu taking the lead, the remaining wealthy individuals suddenly realized the truth.

These bosses, who usually acted arrogantly in front of their employees, raised their glasses, their expressions almost frenzied with fervor.

"We will follow Lord Yan's lead without question!"

May the Lingxiao Chamber of Commerce last forever!

Hundreds of bigwigs raised their glasses in unison, their thunderous roars shaking the floor-to-ceiling windows.

This is a collective pilgrimage of capital.

It was also a complete surrender to power.

Yan Qingfeng sat in the main seat, looking at the group of fanatical believers with an expressionless face.

He took a sip of red wine, the deep red liquid staining his thin lips.

He slowly stood up, holding his wine glass, and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Beneath his feet lay the prosperous city of Jingzhou, which he had completely tamed.

Zhou Yuan walked quietly behind him and reported in a low voice.

"President Yan, those big families in the province have also sent their shares. The business in Handong is now completely cleared out."

Yan Qingfeng didn't look at him; his gaze pierced through the clouds and looked towards the distant north.

Beneath the night sky lies the most central power vortex of this nation.

It harbors powerful figures who would try to eliminate him with a single document.

He swirled the remaining wine in his glass, the smile on his lips growing wider and wider.

It exudes a chilling arrogance.

"The situation in Handong is settled."

Yan Qingfeng tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

"Prepare the private jet. Next, we should head to Beijing."