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

"I'm flying to Jiangnan Province tonight to find Ma Tengyun!"

Li Dakang slammed his hand on the conference table, his eyes bloodshot.

He pressed his hands firmly against the table, like a gambler who had lost everything, panting heavily.

"I refuse to believe that out of all the capital in the country, besides Yan Qingfeng, no one else would be willing to come to Handong to make money!"

Sha Ruijin didn't say anything, just stared at him coldly and waved his hand as a tacit approval.

This was Li Dakang's pledge, and also the last straw the municipal party committee was clinging to.

It was 11 p.m. that night.

A top-tier private club in Jiangnan Province, located on the shores of West Lake.

The sandalwood incense wafts gently, and the tea soup is a clear, golden yellow.

Jiangnan internet tycoon and richest man Ma Tengyun was wearing a loose-fitting Tai Chi uniform.

He smiled and held the purple clay teapot, pouring Li Dakang a cup of Da Hong Pao tea.

Li Dakang didn't even touch his teacup, his hands gripping the briefcase on his knees tightly.

"Mr. Ma, let's not beat around the bush. I'm handing over the entire Guangming Peak project, plus 60% of the infrastructure projects in Handong, to you."

He leaned forward, his voice hoarse, speaking so fast it sounded like he was selling fake medicine.

"Tax exemption for the first three years, halved for the next five! Land prices will be as low as they were ten years ago."

Li Dakang slapped his briefcase abruptly and lowered his voice.

"As long as you, Mr. Ma, bring in the funds, the municipal party committee will fully guarantee your investment and give you the green light all the way!"

Ma Tengyun's hand, which was holding a purple clay tea pet, paused.

This offer was like a golden brick falling from the sky, hitting him right in the heart.

He had always wanted to extend the internet ecosystem in Jiangnan to the real economy in Handong, but he was struggling to find a suitable outlet.

Now, the Party Secretary of Handong City has personally come to deliver a super gift package.

"Secretary Li, this pie in the sky certainly looks tempting."

Ma Tengyun stroked his chin, his eyes behind his glasses flashing with the shrewd calculations of a businessman.

"However, I heard that the Lingxiao Consortium just withdrew from Handong, and it caused quite a stir."

Li Dakang waved his hand, forcing out a disdainful sneer.

"Yan Qingfeng is too arrogant. Does he really think that Han Dong will stop functioning without him?"

He stared intently into Ma Tengyun's eyes, trying to seduce him.

"This is your golden opportunity! Fill this gap, and you'll be a one-of-a-kind benefactor in Handong!"

Ma Tengyun didn't respond, but turned to look at Lao Wei, the chief technology officer and head of the think tank behind him.

"Old Wei, can we handle this mess? Take the team next door and settle the accounts."

Old Wei nodded, picked up the documents on the table, and strode towards the next meeting room.

Half an hour passed.

Li Dakang kept checking his watch, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his tie had long been loosened.

Ma Tengyun sipped his tea leisurely, his mind already beginning to plan the business landscape of Handong.

"Bang!"

The sliding door was slammed open with great force.

Old Wei scrambled in, nearly tripping over the threshold and falling flat on his face.

His face was as pale as an A4 sheet of paper, and the tablet computer in his hand was shaking like a leaf.

Sweat dripped down his forehead, making his glasses askew.

"Mr. Ma! We can't take this! This deal is a bottomless pit!"

Li Dakang suddenly stood up, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Land at rock-bottom prices, tax-free policy, how is that a trap!"

Old Wei completely ignored him and shoved the tablet right in front of Ma Tengyun's face.

"Mr. Ma, we've been scammed! Guangming Peak is indeed vacant, but the surrounding facilities have all been locked up by the Lingxiao Consortium!"

He swallowed hard, his voice filled with barely suppressed terror.

"In Jingzhou, 70% of the heavy trucks and concrete mixing plants are controlled by Lingxiao Holdings, and now they have all ceased operations."

"What's even more terrifying is the underlying technical protocol!"

Old Wei pointed at the rows of red warnings on the screen, his lips trembling.

"Handong's entire construction supply chain uses Lingxiao's patented system interface!"

"Yan Qingfeng left us no way out! If we go, we won't be able to buy a single truckload of cement or hire a single tower crane!"

Old Wei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice completely broken.

"Without using his system, not even a single screw can be brought into the construction site!"

Ma Tengyun's smile froze instantly.

The purple clay cup in my hand clattered onto the tea tray, splashing tea all over my hand.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through the back of the Tai Chi uniform.

"This is hardly a withdrawal of investment..."

Ma Tengyun gasped, a chill running down his spine.

"This is clearly a legal and compliant form of ecological strangulation! Yan Qingfeng has essentially built a barbed wire fence around Handong!"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Li Dakang.

The polite look in his eyes was gone; it was as if he were looking at a jinxed jinx.

"Secretary Li, you've finished your tea. Please leave now."

Ma Tengyun stood up abruptly and ruthlessly ordered him to leave.

Li Dakang panicked and grabbed Ma Tengyun's sleeve.

"Mr. Ma! The policy is still negotiable! The city can help you coordinate logistics and materials!"

"Talk my ass!"

Ma Tengyun flung Li Dakang's hand away, completely shattering his refined facade.

"Trying to snatch meat from Master Yan's mouth? Do I have a death wish?"

He pointed towards the gate, gritting his teeth.

"Don't drag me down with the devil you've stirred up! I'm afraid my business won't see the sun tomorrow! Show him out!"

Several burly bodyguards rushed in and "invited" Li Dakang and Xiao Jin out of the club.

Standing in the cold wind of early winter in Jiangnan Province.

Li Dakang stared at the tightly closed vermilion gate, his mind buzzing.

His prized trump card wasn't even worthy of being played.

No top domestic investor dared to take over.

……

The next afternoon.

Lingxiao Manor, Handong Province.

The artificial lake was bathed in sunshine, with a gentle breeze blowing.

Yan Qingfeng, dressed in a loose beige casual outfit, leaned lazily against a custom-made fishing chair.

He held a carbon fiber fishing rod in his hand, his deep gaze fixed quietly on the red float on the lake.

The old housekeeper, Afu, walked over on the soft lawn and handed over a cup of freshly brewed pre-Qingming Longjing tea with both hands.

"Young Master, Li Dakang was turned away in Jiangnan Province last night. Ma Tengyun kicked him out overnight."

Afu smiled, his tone tinged with mockery.

"I heard he wasn't even given a hot meal, and he's now slinking off to Jingzhou in disgrace."

Yan Qingfeng took the teacup, gently skimmed off the foam, and didn't even turn his head.

"Ma Tengyun is a smart man; he knows which meats are edible and which bones will break your teeth."

He blew on the tea, took a slow sip, and remained completely unmoved.

It's as if driving a municipal party secretary crazy or scaring away the country's richest man is as simple as dusting off a piece of dust.

"Young Master, Li Dakang is out of cards. The Municipal Party Committee is probably about to collapse."

Afu bowed and asked for instructions in a low voice.

"Shouldn't we close the net and send someone to negotiate with Sha Ruijin?"

"Closing the net?"

Yan Qingfeng chuckled lightly and then suddenly flicked his wrist.

With a loud "splash," a half-meter-long black fish was forcibly pulled out of the water and struggled desperately in mid-air.

Yan Qingfeng looked at the fish struggling desperately, a cold, mocking glint in his eyes.

He turned his head, tossed the fishing rod to the bodyguard next to him, and took the hot towel to slowly wipe his fingers.

"They're already giving up? The authorities aren't completely spineless yet."

Yan Qingfeng tossed the towel into the tray and gazed in the direction of Jingzhou city.

"Pass on my message to Qin Wushuang, telling him to prepare to make his move."

"You can unplug the power supply and underlying servers at the technology park. I want to see if those contract manufacturers in Handong, who rely on outsourcing for survival, can still breathe without the network and system."