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

The chemical reaction of capital corruption is more intense than highly toxic concentrated acid.

In just a few weeks, the political landscape of Handong Province was completely reshaped.

Jingzhou Municipal Bureau of Land and Resources, Service Hall.

The crowd was dense and jostling.

But instead of the usual noise and bustle, it was eerily quiet.

Everyone was looking down at their phones.

On the screen, a uniform light blue progress bar flashed.

That's the interface of the Yunxiao OS government affairs version; everyone's life and fortune hang on this blue bar.

"Clang!"

The glass revolving door in the lobby was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged, overweight man with a beer belly and a thick gold necklace swaggered in.

Qian Dafu, a coal mine owner from Heilongjiang Province, transformed himself into a large real estate developer.

He's worth over 10 billion yuan, and he's a big shot in the North.

Qian Dafu was followed by a female assistant wearing high heels, carrying a thick stack of compliance documents.

"The government offices in Handong Province are like silent gourds."

Qian Dafu glanced around and then burst out laughing in a loud voice.

"Boss, people are saying that things are complicated in Handong now, and the rules have changed," the female assistant whispered a reminder.

"Transform my ass!"

Qian Dafu chuckled and patted his bulging crocodile skin bag.

"As long as I have enough money, even Sha Ruijin and Li Dakang have to give way to me!"

He came today because he had his eye on a prime piece of meat in the southern suburbs of Jingzhou.

All materials are complete and the qualifications are excellent.

He was confident that with the momentum of capital from other provinces crossing the river, he had to acquire this land today.

Qian Dafu didn't queue on the first floor; he went straight up to the sixth floor with his assistant.

The director's office door was half-open.

He didn't even knock; he just casually pushed the door open and walked in.

Director Zhao was sitting behind his large desk, blowing on a thermos cup of tea leaves.

"Director Zhao, I've heard so much about you!"

Qian Dafu took out a box of specially supplied cigarettes, pulled one out, and threw it on the table.

Director Zhao looked up, but didn't touch the cigarette; he just smiled politely.

"Mr. Qian, is that you? A distinguished guest from Heilongjiang. Please have a seat."

The female assistant quickly stepped forward and slammed the thick stack of documents onto the table.

Qian Dafu pulled out a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"Director Zhao, all the approval documents for that plot of land in the southern suburbs are here, and they are all compliant."

He leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Once you've secured this position, I, Qian, will make sure your hard work isn't in vain. Understand?"

In the past, if a big shot from another province came knocking on your door with a lot of money, you would be treated as an honored guest.

But Director Zhao didn't even blink.

He didn't even open the cover of the pile of materials; he simply pushed them back half an inch.

"Boss Qian, I can't stamp this document."

Director Zhao picked up his thermos and slowly took a sip of hot water.

Qian Dafu's face darkened; he felt he was losing face.

"You think it's not enough? Director Zhao, these documents are compliant and legal. It's against the rules for you to hold me back, isn't it?"

"Boss Qian has misunderstood."

Director Zhao put down his cup, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the opposite side of the corridor.

"It's not that I'm holding you back. It's just that this material has already passed through my hands, so it's useless."

Qian Dafu was stunned.

"If even getting through to you, the top leader, doesn't work? Who should I turn to then?"

"Across the street, the VIP reception room."

Director Zhao shook his head with a wry smile, his tone revealing a sense of resignation.

"You need to get Manager Wang from Lingxiao Group to approve your application in the system first."

"Only after he approved it did I dare to put the official seal on it."

Qian Dafu felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He suddenly stood up, and the fat on his belly jiggled a couple of times.

"What the hell? A manager of a private company, in charge of government seals?"

He grabbed the materials on the table and laughed.

"Fine! I'll see just what kind of monster is in charge of Handong!"

Qian Dafu, accompanied by his assistant, angrily pushed open the door to the VIP room across the street.

The heating in the room was on full blast.

A young man in his early twenties was nestled in a leather sofa.

Holding a tablet computer, they didn't even glance at them.

This is Wang Hao, a senior manager in the real estate department of the Lingxiao Consortium.

"You're that Manager Wang?"

Qian Dafu walked over and slammed the materials heavily onto the coffee table.

"I'm Qian Dafu from Longjiang! I'm here to take that piece of land in the southern suburbs!"

Wang Hao didn't even lift his eyelids, his fingers swiping across the tablet.

"Qian Dafu? Never heard of him."

He yawned lazily, picked up the coffee next to him, and took a sip.

Qian Dafu was furious and roared at the materials on the table.

"My qualifications are all A-level! The funds are fully paid up!"

"You're just a deliveryman for a private company, what right do you have to stop me from getting my stamp?"

Wang Hao finally stopped moving his fingers.

He looked up at Qian Dafu, his eyes fixed on him as if he were looking at a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

"Qualifications? In Handong, those are just worthless pieces of paper."

Wang Hao reached out and tapped a few times on the tablet, bringing up a red page.

"I'll only ask you one question: Have you joined the Lingxiao Chamber of Commerce?"

Qian Dafu was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowing into a tight knot.

"What kind of bullshit chamber of commerce is this? My capital comes from another province, why should I join your association?"

"Didn't you add it?"

Wang Hao chuckled and tapped the screen heavily with his finger.

"Beep—Application rejected."

A piercing electronic synthesized sound emanated from the tablet.

Wang Hao tossed the tablet onto the coffee table and leaned back.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qian. You can't take even a blade of grass away from that piece of land in the southern suburbs."

Qian Dafu's eyes turned red.

He's been a big shot in the business world for so many years, when has he ever been treated like this!

"You dare to mess with me?"

Qian Dafu slammed his hand on the coffee table, making the coffee cup shake violently.

"Believe it or not, I'll go to the provincial party committee right now and report you for monopolistic practices to Sha Ruijin!"

"I refuse to believe there's no law in Handong!"

Wang Hao looked at the furious Qian Dafu without even changing his posture.

He even leisurely took out a cigar from his pocket and slowly cut off the end.

"The law? On this land, the rules set by Master Yan are the law."

Wang Hao lit a cigar, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and blew it directly onto Qian Dafu's fat face.

"You want to complain to the provincial party committee? Ask Sha Ruijin if he dares to meddle in Master Yan's affairs now?"

Qian Dafu coughed repeatedly from the smoke, unable to utter a single word.

"Take your worthless paper and get out of Jingzhou."

Wang Hao, with a cigar between his fingers, pointed towards the door, his eyes instantly turning cold.

"If you say another word, your company will be completely removed from the Cloud System tomorrow morning."

That arrogant and domineering attitude that treats human life like dirt.

It was like a bucket of ice water poured over Qian Dafu's head.

His immense wealth of billions, which he was so proud of, was nothing in the eyes of this young man.

Qian Dafu was shivering all over.

He clenched his fists tightly, but couldn't utter a single harsh word.

In this airtight cage of capital.

For the first time, he felt what true despair was.

Qian Dafu, looking dejected, grabbed the materials and left the VIP room like a defeated stray dog.

I walked out of the Municipal Land and Resources Bureau building.

The cold autumn wind blew in through his collar, making Qian Dafu shiver.

He turned around and stared blankly at the impressive glass revolving door.

To the left of the main gate hangs the solemn national emblem.

To the right of the main gate stood a shimmering, dark gold electronic sign.

The logo of the Lingxiao Consortium was prominently displayed on it.

"Boss, where are we going now?"

The female assistant chased after him in high heels, her lips turning purple from the cold.

"That kid's too arrogant! Should we really report them to the provincial party committee?"

Qian Dafu stared at the dark gold logo, his eyes filled with deep fear.

"Sue my ass!"

Qian Dafu's voice trembled as he slammed the pile of waste paper in his hand onto the trash can.

"Didn't you realize? This grand government building is now the reception area for the Lingxiao Consortium!"

The female assistant was startled and stammered.

"Then...then we won't take this land?"

"Take it! Why aren't you taking it!"

Qian Dafu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, gritted his teeth, and turned around.

"Get the cars ready! Head to the entrance of Lingxiao Building and line up immediately, prepare your 5 billion yuan pledge of allegiance!"

"If we're late, we won't even have the right to be subservient here!"