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

The Lingxiao Building has 100 floors.

Yan Qingfeng's CEO office is so big you could run a horse through it.

Underfoot was a two-inch-thick Persian handmade carpet, so soft that it could sink into your ankles.

The floor-to-ceiling windows covering an entire wall offer a panoramic view of the bustling city of Jingzhou.

At this moment, Li Dakang was sitting on that leather sofa worth millions.

He only dared to touch the edge with half of his buttocks, his back straight, his hands rubbing his knees nervously.

This was Secretary Dakang, who once held immense power and influence in Handong.

At this moment, a fine sweat was beading on his forehead, and he dared not even breathe too loudly.

Yan Qingfeng leaned back in the large boss's chair, his long legs crossed and resting on the table.

He fiddled with a custom-made sterling silver lighter in his hand, looking at the former "Great Buddha" before him with a half-smile.

"Click".

A pale blue flame shot up and then went out in an instant.

The crisp metallic sound of the metal opening and closing, like some kind of countdown, sent chills down Li Dakang's spine.

"Master Yan, the view from your office is amazing. Sitting here, it really feels like you have the whole of Jingzhou at your feet."

Li Dakang swallowed hard and forced out a fawning smile.

Yan Qingfeng didn't respond.

He tossed the lighter onto the table with a soft "snap".

"Secretary Li, don't you feel ashamed to have spent three hours crammed together with those foreign devils downstairs for a battery factory?"

Upon hearing this, Li Dakang immediately shook his hand vigorously, like a rattle drum.

The wrinkles on her face instantly bunched up, like a rotten chrysanthemum in full bloom.

"Not at all! Absolutely not at all!"

He leaned forward, his tone revealing extreme urgency.

"Master Yan, I've come with the sincere wishes of the eight million people of Jingzhou. If your mega-factory can be established, I, Li Dakang, will serve you tea and water every day!"

Standing behind Yan Qingfeng, Zhou Yuan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Secretary Li, your abacus beads are making my face hurt! A GDP of trillions—who wouldn't be envious?"

Li Dakang ignored Zhou Yuan's sarcasm.

His mind is now filled with that black solid-state battery.

That's a nuclear weapon that can directly boost Jingzhou's economy by two dimensions!

Traditional car manufacturers have been brought down, but once this battery factory is built, the surrounding supporting industrial chain can support most of Handong.

He took a deep breath and yanked open the black briefcase in his hand.

He took out a thick stack of documents, held them with both hands, and handed them to the table.

"Master Yan, look. This is the investment promotion plan that the municipal party committee drafted overnight!"

Li Dakang was spitting as he spoke, his eyes gleaming like a hungry wolf.

"As long as Lingxiao's battery factory is built in Jingzhou, the three thousand acres of prime land in the High-tech Zone will be given to us for free!"

"Taxes are completely waived for the first three years, and halved for the following five years!"

Yan Qingfeng picked up the iced Americano on the table and took a sip.

His eyes were deep and unwavering.

Seeing that he didn't express his opinion, Li Dakang was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh.

"I know the Lingxiao Consortium values ​​speed! The procedures for building a factory are complicated, but you can rest assured about that!"

"The municipal party committee will handle all environmental protection, fire safety, and land approvals! Everything will be given the green light, even if it's a case of 'get on the bus first, buy the ticket later,' I'll protect you!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and he almost stood up from the sofa.

"I've even had the city construction group handle all the basic construction of the factory for you at zero profit!"

"Master Yan, where else in the entire country can you find such heartfelt and sincere offers?"

Li Dakang's heavy breathing echoed in the office.

He stared intently at Yan Qingfeng, like a gambler betting his entire fortune, eagerly awaiting the dealer to reveal the cards.

Yan Qingfeng put down the glass, and the ice cubes hit the glass with a crisp sound.

He crossed his hands and rested them on his chin.

His gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife, coldly sweeping across Li Dakang's face.

"Are you done talking?"

Yan Qingfeng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Secretary Dakang, are you trying to talk to me, Yan Qingfeng, with the same old tricks you use to fool ordinary foreign companies within the system?"

Li Dakang froze, the smile on his face turning to stagnation.

"Master Yan, this is the highest level of service we can offer..."

Yan Qingfeng sneered, stood up, and slowly walked to the French windows.

"Three thousand acres of land? The Lingxiao Consortium's account balance could buy the entire high-tech zone of Jingzhou and build public toilets."

"Tax-free? Do you think I'd care about saving a pittance?"

Li Dakang felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, chilling him from head to toe.

Yan Qingfeng put his hands in his pockets and didn't even turn his head.

"Those multinational car companies have given up their lifeline and pricing power just to get my batteries."

"You think you can swindle my trillion-dollar business with just a few pieces of tax-free paper?"

Zhou Yuan walked over and ruthlessly pushed the stack of documents back in front of Li Dakang.

"Secretary Li, please put it away. Even Master Yan finds it uncomfortable to use as a table corner pad."

Li Dakang panicked completely.

If this mega-factory were to be located in Lincheng or a neighboring province, where would he, as the municipal party secretary, put his face?

As for Sha Ruijin, he was even more unable to explain himself, and his political career might be coming to an end.

"Master Yan! Please feel free to make any requests you may have!"

Li Dakang suddenly stood up straight, slammed his hand on his briefcase, gritted his teeth, and went all out.

"If Jingzhou has it, and if I, Li Dakang, can get it for you, I'll sell everything I own to get it for you!"

Yan Qingfeng turned around.

His deep eyes stared at Li Dakang for a while, and a dangerous smile appeared on his lips.

He strode over to the huge holographic sand table in the center of the office.

On the sand table, the topography and transportation network of the entire Handong province shimmered with light, offering a panoramic view.

Yan Qingfeng tapped the edge of the sand table twice with his slender fingers.

"Want a factory? Sure."

He raised his hand, his fingertips landing in the center of Jingzhou City.

Li Dakang's heart jumped into his throat, and he craned his neck to get closer.

Yan Qingfeng drew a large circle outwards from the main road of Jingzhou with his finger.

He circled all the red lines that represent highways.

"I want absolute operating rights and toll collection rights for all highways within the Jingzhou area for the next fifty years."

Yan Qingfeng's voice echoed in the large office, exuding an undeniable domineering air.

"Furthermore, Lingxiao must have exclusive development rights for all logistics hubs and freight distribution centers along the route."

boom!

Li Dakang was struck dumb, frozen in place.

His eyes widened in shock, and he felt a chill run up his tailbone straight to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle.

A 50-year highway franchise!

This is tantamount to cutting off the main transportation artery of Jingzhou and handing it over to a private conglomerate!

This isn't building a factory; it's digging up the very foundation of the Handong Provincial Party Committee!

"This...this is absolutely impossible!"

Li Dakang gasped, staggered back half a step, and his voice trembled.

"Highways are part of national infrastructure! This is a terrifyingly low threshold within the system!"

"Deadline?"

Yan Qingfeng braced his hands on the edge of the sand table, staring intently at Li Dakang with an aggressive gaze.

"With me, there are no deadlines, only chips."

Yan Qingfeng walked around the sand table and stepped up to Li Dakang.

They were so close they could see each other's trembling eyelashes.

"Solid-state batteries have a massive throughput. I want to build a fully enclosed, unmanned, intelligent logistics network."

Yan Qingfeng patted Li Dakang's stiff shoulder, his tone casual yet brimming with murderous intent.

"I will never allow any road administration or toll station to block Lingxiao's wheels."

Li Dakang's face was deathly pale, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

On one hand, there is the political risk of losing one's head at any moment.

On the other hand, there are trillions of dollars in political achievements that would allow him to directly step into the core of power.

"Secretary Dakang, if you can't afford it, plenty of others will."

Yan Qingfeng turned and walked to the large leather swivel chair, where he sat down lazily.

"Last night, the Party Secretary of Lincheng stood outside my building in the cold wind for half the night. His sincerity was far greater than yours."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Li Dakang clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

Yan Qingfeng picked up the iced Americano, and through the clinking of the ice cubes, he spoke with a cold laugh.

"Zhou Yuan, see the guest out. Secretary Li seems hesitant to accept this windfall."

Li Dakang shuddered, abruptly raising his head, his eyes bloodshot with madness.

"Master Yan, you've cut off this vital transportation artery. Does this mean that the provincial party committee still has the final say in Handong?"

"The provincial party committee is nothing."

Yan Qingfeng fiddled with the lighter, making a sharp, soft sound.

He stared at Li Dakang, his eyes flashing with an arrogant sense of control.

"What, Secretary Dakang, are you afraid to gamble your official position with me on this?"