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

A revolving restaurant in the clouds over Beijing.

This glass tower, over 300 meters tall, is the closest place to the sky in the entire city of Beijing.

Yan Qingfeng booked the entire top floor.

A violinist in the corner was playing a melodious tune, and the downy carpet imported from France was so soft that it could sink into your ankles.

He held a glass of Romanée-Conti in one hand.

Through the one-way floor-to-ceiling windows, one can look down at the Forbidden City, a symbol of supreme power.

Red walls and yellow tiles, flying eaves and brackets.

Under the night lights, it exudes an ancient and solemn sense of oppression.

But at this moment, in Yan Qingfeng's eyes, this city had already been trampled under his feet.

"Da da".

Zhou Yuan walked over quickly, his footsteps on the carpet making no sound at all.

"Master Yan, the Southern Chamber of Commerce has completely messed up."

Zhou Yuan suppressed a smile, his eyes filled with schadenfreude.

"Chen Wanshan from Shennan chartered a plane and flew over overnight."

Zhou Yuan curled his lip, his tone mocking.

"They're getting soaked in the rain right now, queuing up outside our courtyard house."

Yan Qingfeng gently swirled the wine glass.

A thick, blood-like streak appeared on the glass of dark red wine.

"Let him take a number? Let him wait in line."

His gaze never left the Forbidden City.

"The waters of the capital are deep; their meager wealth isn't enough to fill the moat."

Zhou Yuan walked to the table, poured himself a glass of soda water, and gulped down half of it.

"Master Yan, you said these old hands from the coast used to be so arrogant."

He leaned back on the sofa and clicked his tongue in a sigh.

"I really didn't expect that we could get to this point in just a few months."

Yan Qingfeng turned around and glanced at him with his deep eyes.

"What's wrong? Do you feel like you're moving too fast?"

"It wasn't just fast, it was fucking awesome!"

Zhou Yuan slapped his thigh, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

"Back in Handong, Hou Liangping, relying on the Zhong family's background, bit people like a mad dog."

Zhou Yuan scoffed, his face full of disdain.

"They talk a lot about bottom lines and rules, but what's the result?"

"You casually peeled off that layer of skin, making him so angry that he vomited blood and died on a stinking, green-skinned hard-seat train."

Zhou Yuan was so happy he gasped for breath.

"I heard the body was cremated at the crematorium, and it was still treated as an unidentified homeless person."

Yan Qingfeng curled his lips into a mocking smile and walked to the leather sofa, where he sat down.

"Just a mosquito that can't tell the difference between king and queen. Dying in a cesspool is its fate."

Zhou Yuan nodded repeatedly and continued to plan.

"And then there's Sha Ruijin and Li Dakang's gang. They used to be local tyrants in Handong, looking down on everyone."

"And now? The provincial party committee's seal is less effective than our receptionist's badge at Lingxiao."

Zhou Yuan became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly with his hands.

"We've completely exposed Handong's true colors, and they still have to sing your praises on TV, acting as dutiful stamping machines."

Yan Qingfeng picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

The plates of Handong are a thing of the past for him.

Wang Dalu and his gang of nouveau riche are now nothing more than a few watchdogs kept in the backyard by the Lingxiao Consortium.

"No matter how big Handong is, it's just a pond."

Yan Qingfeng put down his wine cup and tapped his knuckles lightly on the solid wood table.

"A true dragon cannot emerge."

Zhou Yuan's expression hardened, and he immediately picked up the conversation.

"Yes! That old fox Ma Tengyun thought he could stir up trouble in the water with a subsidy of 50 billion."

Mentioning Ma Tengyun, Zhou Yuan's eyes revealed a lingering sense of shock.

"As a result, Mr. Yan, you didn't even lift an eyelid, and you just dumped a whole holographic VR shopping system on him."

"It directly reduced his trillion-dollar empire to primitive ruins of the last century."

Zhou Yuan looked at Yan Qingfeng with eyes full of admiration.

"He handed over the absolute core shares of 30% along with the underlying data more readily than a grandson."

"Now that the holographic system is being rolled out across the country, Ma Tengyun is like a high-level manager who works for us for a long time."

Yan Qingfeng remained silent.

He looked out the window at the night scene.

The frenzied expansion over the past few months has been like a bloodless meat grinder.

From a local tyrant in Handong to a super conglomerate that controls the economic lifeline of the entire country.

The assets of the Lingxiao Consortium can no longer be measured by simple numbers.

What he holds in his hands is a technological barrier, the lifeline of people's livelihood, and the oxygen that forces everyone to bow their heads.

before.

But now.

Yan Qingfeng wanted to turn the tables and take the lead.

He wanted to make these big shots, who were used to being high and mighty, understand.

Faced with absolute capital and technology, the seal of power is nothing more than a broken wooden stick that snaps at the slightest touch.

"Master Yan."

Zhou Yuan's joking expression vanished, and his face became somewhat serious.

He pulled a hard envelope from his pocket.

The envelope was bright red, with a dark gold brushed finish and several dignified regular script characters printed on it.

It exudes a strong air of superiority and officialdom.

"The invitation was just handed over."

Zhou Yuan held the envelope in both hands and placed it respectfully on the coffee table.

"The Zhao family spearheaded this."

Zhou Yuan lowered his voice and pointed to the signature on the envelope.

Yan Qingfeng leaned back on the sofa, not even touching the envelope.

Zhou Yuan swallowed, feeling a dryness in his throat.

"With this lineup, any one of them could shake the domestic stock market with a stomp of their foot."

Yan Qingfeng raised an eyebrow, looking at the invitation with great interest.

"Where should we eat?"

Diaoyutai State Guesthouse.

Zhou Yuan answered quickly, his tone tinged with worry.

"In name, this is to welcome you, this newcomer from out of town, and give you a proper welcome."

"In reality?" Yan Qingfeng sneered.

"Actually, these old foxes are trying to find out what's going on with us."

Zhou Yuan frowned deeply and gritted his teeth.

"The Lingxiao Consortium has now become an uncontrollable beast; they're afraid you'll steal their meat."

In the capital, the rule has always been that whoever has the bigger fist gets to speak.

But even the biggest fist must know the rules and pay respects to its master.

The Zhao family's hosting of this "Hongmen Banquet" was clearly intended to give Yan Qingfeng a warning.

Let him know who the real master is in this city of Beijing.

Yan Qingfeng stared at the bright red invitation for two seconds.

Suddenly, he chuckled softly.

He slowly pulled a custom-made metal lighter from the inside pocket of his suit.

"Click".

With a crisp sound, a dark blue flame shot out.

Yan Qingfeng picked up the gold-embossed invitation with two fingers and held it directly above the flame.

"Master Yan!"

Zhou Yuan was startled and instinctively tried to stop him.

If this were burned, it would be like throwing the face of the Beijing elites on the ground and trampling it!

The flames instantly licked the precious paper.

The firelight reflected on Yan Qingfeng's cold, hard profile, casting a shadow of arrogance.

He let go.

The burning invitation swirled in mid-air before falling onto the expensive French down carpet.

It quickly turned into a pile of charred ashes.

"Trying to figure me out?"

Yan Qingfeng stood up, stepped on the pile of ashes, and crushed it twice.

He turned his head, his deep gaze fixed on Zhou Yuan, like a wolf king baring its fangs.

"Tell them I'll decide on tonight's menu."

Zhou Yuan felt a jolt run through his body, as if his blood was boiling.

"Master Yan, how should we order from the menu?"

Yan Qingfeng straightened his tie and strode towards the restaurant's entrance.

All that remained was an extremely arrogant back view and a sentence that landed on the ground.

"Those who obey me will be given food. Those who defy me will have their plates smashed."

Reaching the elevator, Yan Qingfeng left without turning his head.

"The Beijing arc is only just beginning. Get the car ready; we're heading to Diaoyutai to set the rules for these old fogies."