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

In November in Handong, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

While the city of Jingzhou was in an uproar, the artificial lakeside at Lingxiao Manor was so quiet that you could hear the leaves falling to the ground.

A gentle breeze rippled across the water, creating delicate, rippling waves.

Yan Qingfeng changed into a beige casual outfit, casually rolling up the sleeves to his forearms.

He sat in a carbon fiber folding chair, holding a custom-made fishing rod in his hand, his posture languid.

With a gentle flick of the wrist, the fishing line traced a beautiful parabola in mid-air.

With a soft "plop," the bait landed precisely in the prepared fishing spot.

The red buoy swayed on the water's surface for a moment before settling firmly.

The old butler, Afu, walked silently over onto the soft lawn.

He was carrying a sandalwood tray with a freshly brewed cup of pre-Qingming Longjing tea on it, and an encrypted tablet next to it.

"Young Master, Li Dakang only returned to Jingzhou late last night. I heard he was so angry that he didn't even eat dinner."

Afu placed the tray on the small coffee table next to him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"He got a real slap in the face in Jiangnan Province. Ma Tengyun didn't even give him a sip of hot tea and had his bodyguards kick him out, bag and all."

Yan Qingfeng didn't turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the red buoy on the water's surface.

"Ma Tengyun is a cunning old fox; he's more shrewd than anyone else when it comes to scheming."

He blew a breath of the cool early winter wind, his voice completely flat.

"Handong is indeed a juicy piece of meat, but the bones are full of thorns that I planted."

Yan Qingfeng's lips curled into a mocking smile. "If he dares to bite me, I can knock out half of his good teeth. He wouldn't dare to gamble."

Afu nodded in deep agreement and picked up the tablet to swipe a couple of times.

"You guessed right. As soon as Ma Tengyun refused, all the top-tier capital giants in the country backed down."

"It's all over the business district right now. People are saying that in Handong, if Master Yan doesn't give an inch, even a god would have to beg for food."

Yan Qingfeng picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

The tea soup is clear, with a unique astringent taste in the aftertaste.

"What about Sha Ruijin?" he asked casually.

Ah Fu's face was so happy that all the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, like a blooming old chrysanthemum.

"This morning, Secretary Sha slammed his fist on the table in the provincial party committee compound and smashed a fine purple clay teapot."

"Hou Liangping slunk away, and Ji Changming is hiding in the VIP ward pretending to be dead and refusing to come out. The entire provincial party committee is now like a hornet's nest that has been poked in the ground."

Afu took a half step closer and lowered his voice to continue his report.

"The market is even more chaotic. Three hundred thousand workers are starving for food, and the thresholds of major vegetable markets have been worn down."

"Ordinary people can't buy affordable vegetables, so they're all blocking the government gate demanding an explanation. Li Dakang must be itching to bang his head against the wall right now."

Hearing this, Yan Qingfeng didn't show much joy; he simply put the teacup back in its place.

"They're panicking already?"

He shook his head, looking at the shimmering waves on the lake, his eyes terrifyingly deep.

"Sha Ruijin parachuted into Handong, spouting lofty righteousness. Li Dakang, for the sake of Guangming Peak, talked endlessly about grand development plans."

Yan Qingfeng tapped his fingers lightly on the handle of the fishing rod, at a steady, unhurried pace.

"These high-ranking figures are used to treating capital like clay that can be molded at will."

"Li Dakang wanted political achievements, so he dared to bang on the table and force us to bleed money."

"Sha Ruijin wants to secure his position, so he wants to use us as a sacrifice to establish his authority."

He snorted coldly, his tone revealing an overbearing arrogance that transcended the rules.

"In their eyes, the people's rice bowl is nothing more than a stepping stone to climb the social ladder."

"And we business people are like pigs raised in pens. Once they're fattened up, we can slaughter one for the New Year anytime."

"They always think of themselves as the players, and the businessmen as just pawns on the chessboard."

Afu nodded repeatedly as he listened, clenching his withered fists.

"Young Master is right! They really think we're easy targets, treating us like we're freeloaders, doing whatever they want to them!"

"So this time, I don't intend to make peace with them easily."

Yan Qingfeng picked up a pinch of bait and casually sprinkled it into the lake.

A white splash immediately rose from the water's surface as countless fish frantically fought for the food, creating turbulent waves.

"Withdrawal of investment, suspension of work, and even cutting off of logistics are not simply acts of retaliation."

Yan Qingfeng turned his head to the side, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes.

"This is called 'training the eagle'."

Afu paused for a moment, then blinked: "Training a hawk?"

"Yes." Yan Qingfeng turned his gaze back to the buoy.

"The officials are too stubborn and arrogant. You can give them a couple of slaps, but they won't learn their lesson."

He looked at the distant horizon, as if he could take in the entire Handong region.

"I want them to watch as the power they are so proud of gradually becomes ineffective in this city."

"Watch how the people block the gates, watch how the economic indicators collapse, and watch how their own official hats fall off."

Yan Qingfeng's words were like a dull knife, slowly cutting away the surface of Han Dong's prosperity.

"Only those who have experienced extreme pain, pain so deep that they break bones and muscles, pain so intense that they can't even sleep, can truly understand it."

"Only then will they truly understand who should set the rules in Handong."

"I want to tell them that I, Yan Qingfeng, am the one who created the chessboard!"

Afu felt a chill run down his spine, yet also felt his blood boiling.

This is the real open strategy!

If someone openly holds a knife to your neck, you not only can't dodge it, but you also have to beg them not to lay a hand on you.

"Young master, when shall we close the net?"

Afu swallowed hard and asked tentatively.

"The provincial party committee has probably reached its limit. If this drags on any longer, they might resort to desperate measures."

Yan Qingfeng smiled.

It was a kind of confidence, like watching prey struggle for its life in a trap.

"No, they haven't reached the point of despair yet."

Before he finished speaking, the red buoy on the water suddenly shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, with a "whoosh," the entire float was suddenly pulled underwater, and it went black!

Yan Qingfeng reacted quickly, jerking his right wrist upwards.

"Whoosh!"

The carbon fiber fishing rod instantly bent into a taut, fully drawn bow.

The fishing line cut a white wave in the water, making a piercing hissing sound.

"We've caught a fish."

Yan Qingfeng stood up, gripped the fishing rod with both hands, and began to calmly play the fish.

The huge thing underwater struggled desperately, churning the water into a murky mess.

"This fish is quite strong." Yan Qingfeng said with a relaxed smile.

He reeled in the line while simultaneously letting it out, controlling the force precisely.

Just as he holds the lifeline of the entire Handong region in his hands right now, he is completely at ease.

"Let them rush a little longer. Let the bullets fly a little longer."

Yan Qingfeng suddenly lifted the rod, and a large black fish more than half a meter long broke out of the water.

The blackfish writhed wildly in mid-air, splashing water everywhere, before finally crashing heavily onto the lawn.

Afu quickly grabbed the net and rushed over, pinning the big fish down firmly.

"Young master, you're quite skilled! This blackfish must weigh over ten pounds; it's quite plump!"

Yan Qingfeng dropped his fishing rod, took off his gloves, and casually tossed them onto the small coffee table.

The blackfish on the grass was still thrashing about, but it could no longer escape its fate on the cutting board.

Yan Qingfeng took out a wet wipe and carefully wiped his slender fingers.

"The appetizers are finished, it's time to serve them the main course."

He threw the dirty tissue into the trash can and turned to look at Afu.

"How are the preparations going with Qin Wushuang?"

Afu immediately stood up straight, his expression becoming solemn.

"President Qin's Lingxiao Technology is all in place, and the core database has long been physically isolated."

"We're just waiting for your word."

Yan Qingfeng walked under the parasol and picked up the encrypted tablet from the coffee table.

The screen displays a satellite view of the Handong High-tech Industrial Park.

Each flashing red dot represents one of the hundreds of contract manufacturers gathered there.

That was the last piece of industrial remnant still clinging to life in Handong.

Yan Qingfeng looked at the densely packed factory buildings, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Isn't Li Dakang still hoping these factories will continue to pay him some blood-stained taxes?"

Yan Qingfeng tossed the tablet back onto the table and put his hands into the pockets of his casual pants.

He looked towards the city of Jingzhou, his thin lips parted slightly, and he gave an unquestionable order.

"Tell Qin Wushuang to unplug the network cables and cut off the power right now. Lock down all the contract manufacturers in the science park that rely on our underlying system. I want them to be unable to operate even a single machine tool!"