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

On the screen, Yan Qingfeng's image was engulfed by countless media flashes.

"Beep—beep—"

Li Dakang gripped the red secure phone tightly, the dial tone piercing his eardrums like needles.

"Can't get through! Still can't get through!"

Li Dakang paced anxiously in his office, cold sweat streaming down his face.

He slammed the microphone onto the landline and turned to yell at his secretary.

"Get the car ready! We're heading to Lingxiao Building now!"

Li Dakang loosened his tie, and the veins on his neck throbbed.

"If we're even a second late, our century-long plan for Handong will be ruined!"

At this moment, the Lingxiao Consortium headquarters is located in the president's office on the 118th floor.

An entire wall of circuit boards was flashing glaring red lights.

Dozens of dedicated telephone lines rang incessantly, and the secretariat staff were hoarse from answering so many calls.

"Mr. Yan, the private jet from Volkswagen's Munich headquarters has landed in Handong."

Zhou Yuan tossed several urgent documents onto the large mahogany desk, grinning from ear to ear.

"Tesla's boss is even more amazing; he chartered a Gulfstream, and it's probably just crossed the Pacific right now."

Yan Qingfeng leaned back in his black leather swivel chair, holding an iced Americano in his hand.

The ice cubes clinked together in the glass, making a crisp sound.

"Let them fly; the airport in Handong isn't incapable of stopping them."

He took a sip of coffee, his eyes cold as if he were watching a farce.

"Has the meeting room been arranged?"

"Everything's arranged!" Zhou Yuan grinned. "The CEOs of all the world's top car companies are squatting in the big conference room."

The air pressure in the circular conference room of the Lingxiao Building was so low that it was hard to breathe.

Dozens of industry giants who could shake the world with a stomp of their feet were now like primary school students waiting for their teacher to give them curlers.

No one dared to breathe loudly.

"Click".

The conference room door was pushed open.

Yan Qingfeng walked in with one hand in his pocket and his long legs strode in.

The vast space fell silent instantly, as dozens of eyes stared at him.

Yan Qingfeng walked to the head seat but did not sit down.

He rested his hands on the table, looking down at everyone.

"Thank you all for coming overnight, you've worked hard."

He didn't even bother with a polite greeting and went straight to the point.

"The production capacity of Lingxiao-1 solid-state batteries is limited. I know you're all here to give away money and shares."

Just as several foreign company executives in the audience were about to nod and smile obsequiously, Yan Qingfeng's next words completely stunned them.

"But I, Yan Qingfeng, have no interest in your factories made of scrap metal."

"Lingxiao will never manufacture complete vehicles, only provide battery packs."

Upon hearing this, a suppressed smugness rippled through the crowd.

As long as Ling Xiao doesn't manufacture cars, they won't go bankrupt directly, and they'll still have a way to survive!

"but."

Yan Qingfeng changed the subject and tapped the table with his slender fingers.

"If you want my battery, you'll have to sign an agreement."

Zhou Yuan immediately instructed his assistant to distribute a thick stack of documents to each of the CEOs.

"First, all vehicles equipped with Lingxiao batteries will have their underlying control and vehicle data unconditionally merged into the Lingxiao system."

"Secondly, the final pricing power for the vehicles belongs to the Lingxiao Consortium."

The meeting room erupted in chaos.

The president of a German car company suddenly stood up, his blue eyes wide open.

"President Yan! This is robbery! If we hand over our data and pricing power, are we still a car company?"

"If you don't pay, you have no reason to exist."

Yan Qingfeng glanced at him, his eyes looking at a pile of industrial waste.

"Having taken my core technology, you're nothing more than a metal-hammering OEM factory."

"If you don't want to be this contract manufacturer, you can get out now."

In a corner, Chairman Sun, a member of the Zhao family in Beijing, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Yesterday, Yan Qingfeng splashed a table full of wine on me at Diaoyutai State Guesthouse, and today Longteng New Energy's stock price plummeted again.

He was now overwhelmed with both old and new grievances, and was trembling with anger.

"Yan Qingfeng, don't be so arrogant!"

Chairman Sun pointed at Yan Qingfeng's nose, spitting everywhere.

"This is an attempt to establish an industry monopoly! Old Zhao has already spoken in Beijing; no department in the country will approve this unfair contract clause!"

"monopoly?"

Yan Qingfeng chuckled, turned around, pulled up a chair, and sat down, casually straightening his cuffs.

"In my territory, I am the rule."

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Chairman Sun like a sharp blade.

"Zhou Yuan".

"Hey, Master Yan!" Zhou Yuan replied loudly, his face full of ill intent.

"Add Longteng New Energy to the Lingxiao system blacklist."

Yan Qingfeng spoke calmly, as if he were deciding what kind of boxed lunch to have for lunch.

"Starting today, Lingxiao will permanently cut off all its technology, components, and even a single screw from Longteng."

Mr. Sun's face turned deathly pale instantly, as if all the blood had been drained from him.

"You...you dare! You're going against the entire Beijing social circle!"

"Drag him out." Yan Qingfeng didn't even glance at him.

Two security guards in black suits immediately stepped forward, grabbed Mr. Sun, and carried him outside.

The charade of making an example of someone to scare others is over.

The meeting room was deathly silent, save for Chairman Sun's pig-like screams echoing down the corridor.

Yan Qingfeng leaned back in his chair and glanced around at the remaining CEOs.

"Is anyone else going to talk about antitrust law?"

No one dared to utter a sound.

Even the German CEO who had been shouting earlier obediently returned to his seat.

The global automotive industry is in dire straits.

They knew perfectly well that if they didn't sign this humiliating "indenture," their car would be nothing but scrap metal tomorrow.

"Splash..."

A sound of turning over papers rang out.

Dozens of business tycoons, heads bowed and trembling, picked up pens and signed their names on the agreement.

From this day forward, their once-powerful automotive empire has been reduced to a toy in Yan Qingfeng's hands.

At the same time, in the VIP lounge area on the first floor of the Lingxiao Building.

Li Dakang sat on the soft sofa, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

The tea in front of him had been changed four times and was long since cold.

He was extremely anxious as he watched executives with foreign company badges constantly coming and going in the lobby.

The dignified Party Secretary of Jingzhou City waited here for three whole hours, but no one paid him any attention.

The elevator doors opened with a "ding".

Zhou Yuan swaggered out and waved to Li Dakang.

"Secretary Li, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Li Dakang sprang up like a spring and quickly went to meet him.

"Mr. Zhou, is Mr. Yan finished with his work?"

Zhou Yuan pursed his lips and pointed to the top floor.

"I just sent those foreign devils who make cars away and told them to come see me at the Lingxiao Building. That's what Master Yan said."

Li Dakang took a deep breath and subconsciously straightened his tie.

He gripped his briefcase tightly, his back slightly hunched, like a subordinate going for a job interview.

They followed Zhou Yuan into the private elevator, which went straight to the 100th floor.

Pushing open the heavy oak double doors, Yan Qingfeng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling city below.

"Master Yan." Li Dakang said with a smile, quickly walking to a stop three meters away from Yan Qingfeng.

Yan Qingfeng didn't turn his head, but simply uttered a sentence.

"Secretary Li, don't you feel wronged having waited downstairs for three hours for a lousy battery factory?"

Li Dakang quickly waved his hand, his face wrinkling up.

"I'm not wronged, absolutely not! Lord Yan, I've come here with the sincerity of eight million people from Jingzhou."

He carefully placed his briefcase on the coffee table, his hands nervously rubbing his knees.

Yan Qingfeng turned around, his deep eyes scrutinizing Li Dakang.

A playful, cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he slowly walked to the leather sofa and sat down.

"Sincerity? Empty words of sincerity are worthless to Ling Xiao."

Yan Qingfeng leaned forward, and an overwhelming sense of pressure rushed towards Li Dakang.

"Secretary Li, if you want this trillion-yuan GDP to be implemented in Jingzhou, that's fine."

Yan Qingfeng stared straight at him, his gaze sharp.

"But you have to tell me, what are you offering in exchange for this mega-factory?"