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

Inside that precious black-glazed Jian ware teacup, the tea was boiling, emitting scalding white steam.

A rich aroma of tea slowly spread in the warm breeze.

Wu Huifen looked at the tea that had been pushed in front of her, and her tense shoulders completely relaxed.

A perfectly controlled smile appeared on her lips, and a hint of self-satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

He is, after all, a businessman.

Even if we turn the world upside down in Handong now, if we really run into a powerful old clan like the Gao family with deep roots, wouldn't we still have to obediently bow our heads and serve tea?

"President Yan is a businessman who knows how to do big business; he understands the situation."

Wu Huifen adopted the demeanor of an elder, reaching out to straighten the cashmere shawl on her shoulders.

She extended her right hand, adorned with a jade bracelet, and slowly reached for the black-glazed Jian ware teacup.

"Please drink this cup of tea, Master's wife. From now on, in Handong, our two families will be mutually supportive..."

Before her well-maintained fingertips could even touch the cup...

"Smack."

Yan Qingfeng's two slender fingers suddenly fell and pressed firmly on the rim of the cup.

Her movements were abruptly cut off.

Wu Huifen's smile froze instantly, and her fingertips recoiled as if she had been electrocuted.

"President Yan, what do you mean by this?"

"Professor Wu, have you been in the ivory tower for too long? Is your hearing failing you?"

Yan Qingfeng turned his head slightly, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth.

He looked down at the woman on the sofa, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"I just asked if the tea was too hot for your mouth. I didn't say I wanted to offer you a drink."

Wu Huifen froze, and the color drained from her face in an instant.

She gritted her teeth, and the poised demeanor of an official's wife began to tremble slightly.

"Yan Qingfeng! Don't be ungrateful!"

Wu Huifen suddenly straightened her back and raised her voice.

"Old Gao hasn't been retired from the provincial party committee for long, but his protégés are everywhere in the political and legal system!"

She pointed at the table, her fingers trembling violently.

"I'm coming to you today, even though it's a slap on the wrist, to give you a way out! Do you really think you can control everything in Handong?"

Zhou Yuan, who was standing to the side, chuckled.

He crossed his arms and looked Wu Huifen up and down as if she were a monkey.

"Oh dear, Teacher Wu, please give me a break. Who are you trying to scare?"

Yan Qingfeng raised his hand, and Zhou Yuan immediately shut his mouth and took a half step back.

Yan Qingfeng withdrew his hand from the rim of the cup and picked up a dry towel to wipe his fingertips.

"Teacher's wife? That's a term that only works in the old days when people talked about social etiquette."

He casually tossed the towel beside the rosewood tea tray, his voice as cold as an icy blade.

"Gao Yuliang's protégés and former associates? Let them try to step forward now."

"Let's see if the official documents they have are more powerful, or the financial chains I have in their hands are more powerful."

Wu Huifen felt as if her throat was stuffed with cotton, and she couldn't squeeze out a single word.

She watched helplessly as Yan Qingfeng walked around the coffee table and stood in front of her.

The oppressive feeling of being a top-tier predator of capital crashed down from all sides.

It was so heavy that she could hardly breathe.

"You're saying Gao Yuliang didn't interfere in Hou Liangping's case out of respect for me, Yan?"

Yan Qingfeng laughed coldly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Stop patting yourself on the back. He doesn't get involved because he doesn't have the guts!"

Yan Qingfeng suddenly leaned down and placed his hands on the armrests of the sofa where Wu Huifen was sitting.

The two were less than half a meter apart.

Wu Huifen could clearly see the undisguised cruelty in Yan Qingfeng's eyes.

"The Zhong family is nobody in Beijing, but they went bankrupt without even making a sound in front of my Ponzi scheme."

"Gao Yuliang is a smart man; he knows who the real dealer is in this game."

Yan Qingfeng stared at her pale face and poked her down, word by word.

"If he dares to stick his finger out even a little bit to help Hou Liangping."

"Now, your Gao family can't even keep that dilapidated house in the family compound."

"You've all been kicked out and are begging for food, just like Zhong Xiaoai!"

"You...you..."

Wu Huifen's chest heaved violently, and her lips, painted with expensive lipstick, trembled like a leaf.

Her prized trump card was torn to shreds by Yan Qingfeng in just a few words.

"Five percent of the original shares? And core executives too?"

Yan Qingfeng straightened up and glanced at her as if she were a piece of moldy trash.

He picked up the black-glazed Jian ware cup and suddenly flipped his wrist.

"Splash!"

The scalding hot tea was poured directly down, mercilessly splashing onto the pure handmade wool carpet.

A few drops of scalding water splashed up and landed on the hem of Wu Huifen's expensive Suzhou embroidered cheongsam.

It even splashed onto the surface of her high heels.

"what!"

Wu Huifen screamed in pain from the heat and jumped up from the sofa as if she had been electrocuted.

She twisted her ankle and almost fell awkwardly onto the carpet.

Yan Qingfeng didn't even glance at her, casually tossing the empty Jianzhan (a type of Chinese teacup) back onto the tray.

A sharp clang shattered Wu Huifen's last shred of dignity.

"In my Yan Qingfeng conglomerate, I only raise vicious wolves that can tear apart their prey and create value."

Yan Qingfeng put his hands in his suit pockets, his tone cold.

"There's no room left for you parasites who beg for food by relying on old favors."

He turned his head and pointed to the door of the VIP room.

"Times have changed. Drop your ridiculous airs as an official's wife and get out of my sight right now."

Wu Huifen stood there, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

That face, which was always well-maintained and exuded a sense of intellectual propriety, was now distorted beyond recognition.

humiliation.

A humiliating, skin-peeling feeling gripped her heart like a venomous snake.

Throughout her life, even when Gao Yuliang was at his lowest point, she was never called a "beggar parasite."

But in front of this young man who controls hundreds of billions of dollars in capital.

She found herself unable to utter a single word in rebuttal, only trembling.

The outside world is no longer something their bureaucratic philosophy can handle.

Yan Qingfeng's dimensional reduction attack was a merciless and ruthless crushing defeat.

"well……"

With trembling hands, Wu Huifen grabbed the Hermes bag that was thrown on the sofa.

She didn't even bother to pick up the cashmere shawl that had fallen to the ground.

She walked towards the door, her high heels trembling as she twisted her ankle.

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.

The way it fled in panic looked exactly like a stray dog.

Zhou Yuan leaned against the door, looking at her disheveled appearance, and deliberately whistled loudly.

"Teacher Wu, take care! Watch your step, don't knock out your last front tooth!"

Wu Huifen stumbled, not daring to look back, and crashed through the glass door into the passageway.

The frantic, shrill sound of her high heels echoed down the corridor, gradually fading into the distance.

The VIP room returned to silence.

Only the water stain on the carpet was still emitting faint white steam.

Yan Qingfeng walked to the French windows.

On the tarmac outside, the Gulfstream G650ER had completed its final preparations for takeoff.

The navigation lights flashed in the night, like the eyes of some kind of mechanical behemoth.

Zhou Yuan pulled out a clean wet wipe and quickly walked over to hand it to him.

"Master Yan, this kind of clueless old scum can be dealt with by security. It'll only dirty your hands."

Yan Qingfeng took the wet wipe and slowly wiped his fingers.

"These old fogies from the Han University gang always think they can reap the rewards with just a few polite words."

He threw the used wet wipe into the trash can, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"With this cup of tea poured out today, the coffin lids of these old forces in Handong are now completely nailed shut."

Yan Qingfeng straightened his suit cuffs and turned to walk towards the door of the private passage.

No one can stop the torrent of capital anymore.

This city has been completely imprinted with the mark of the Lingxiao Consortium.

Zhou Yuan immediately followed and listened to the report through the Bluetooth headset.

He took two quick steps and pushed open the double glass doors leading to the tarmac.

A cold night wind swept in instantly.

The wind made Yan Qingfeng's pure black clothes flutter loudly.

"Master Yan, the flight route has been approved by the control tower. We can leave anytime."

Zhou Yuan bent down and helped Yan Qingfeng up the boarding stairs.

Yan Qingfeng stepped onto the metal steps and turned his head slightly to the side.

He glanced one last time at the brightly lit city of Handong, which now lay prostrate at his feet.

There was no lingering attachment in his eyes, only a fervent look towards the distance.

He withdrew his gaze and stepped into the luxurious cabin.

"Close the cabin door. Lao Zhou, go tell the captain to push the throttle."

Yan Qingfeng sat in the spacious airline seat and picked up a glass of whiskey next to him.

The ice cubes made a crisp sound as they clinked in the glass.

"Take off, don't keep the immortals in the capital waiting."