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

"Mr. Yan, you've been sitting here watching the show, haven't you? You seem to find it quite interesting?"

Li Dakang's voice echoed in the empty conference room, carrying the unique authority of a superior.

He stared intently at the young man sitting in the main seat, as if he wanted to skin him alive with his eyes.

The temperature in the entire first conference room instantly dropped to freezing.

Mr. Zhang, the general manager of Fuhai Technology, swallowed hard, cold sweat trickling down his face.

With a "plop," a bead of sweat landed on the smooth mahogany table, spreading into a puddle of water.

The eight billionaires present didn't even dare to breathe loudly at that moment.

They knew Li Dakang's temperament all too well; this guy was a ruthless character who would even send his own relatives to jail for the sake of GDP.

Moreover, Li Dakang is now backed by the newly appointed Secretary Sha, who is riding high on his success.

Even when faced with the wrath of this powerful regional official, Yan Qingfeng, seated in the main seat, didn't even lift an eyelid.

He leaned back in his leather chair, his long, slender fingers holding the unlit Goisbach cigar.

His movements were unhurried, even revealing a hint of nonchalant laziness.

"Yan Qingfeng, don't think you can get away with this by staying silent!"

Seeing that the other party was completely unyielding, Li Dakang's anger flared up.

He braced his hands on the table and leaned forward like an angry lion.

"How many science parks and factories have you invested in in Jingzhou? How much approval did the municipal party committee give you?"

Li Dakang gritted his teeth and spat out the words one by one.

"The city is now developing the Guangming Peak project, aiming to create a grander future. This is a great thing that will benefit all the people of Handong!"

Yan Qingfeng remained silent, simply placing the cigar to his nose and gently inhaling the aroma of tobacco.

This complete disregard was like an invisible slap in the face, striking hard against Li Dakang's proud official prestige.

"These eight companies together account for a market share of 16 billion yuan!"

Li Dakang stretched out two fingers and slammed them on the table, making a "bang bang" sound.

"Not a single penny less! Even if we have to sell everything we own, you have to give me back this money!"

Li Dakang's chest heaved violently, his dead fish eyes wide open.

He concluded that these businessmen were nothing more than meat on a chopping board, and that they would obediently hand over their money after a few scare tactics.

After all, in this small territory of Handong, any official document signed by Li Dakang is an ironclad rule that even the Emperor himself must acknowledge.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Chairman Wang of Feixun Group glanced at Yan Qingfeng discreetly, his eyes full of seeking instructions.

Yan Qingfeng finally made a move.

He put down his Gospa and picked up the sterling silver cigar cutter on the table.

"Click."

The crisp metallic clanging sound was particularly jarring in the quiet conference room.

Yan Qingfeng raised his head, and his deep eyes finally met Li Dakang's fiery gaze.

There was no fear as Li Dakang had imagined, nor any humble pleas for mercy.

His gaze was as calm as an ancient well, even carrying a hint of mockery, as if looking at a clown.

"Secretary Li has too much of a temper."

Yan Qingfeng spoke softly, his voice not loud, but possessing an irresistible magnetism.

He casually tossed the cut cigar into the crystal ashtray in front of him.

"The Guangming Peak project is a complete mess. Doesn't Secretary Li have a good idea of ​​how deep the problems are?"

Yan Qingfeng's lips curled into a faint, cold smile.

"Taking our Lingxiao's money to fill the hole in your provincial party committee's performance record, you're really scheming."

"How dare you!"

Li Dakang's face turned ashen, and he suddenly straightened up and pointed at Yan Qingfeng's nose.

"You're defying the provincial party committee's plan! Believe me, I'll send an investigation team to your Lingxiao Group tomorrow!"

Faced with such a blatant threat, Yan Qingfeng not only didn't panic, but instead chuckled.

He slowly stood up from the chair, and with his height of over 1.85 meters, he instantly overshadowed Li Dakang in terms of presence.

Yan Qingfeng raised his hand and gracefully buttoned the bottom of his black suit.

"We businessmen know best how to make money through harmony."

Yan Qingfeng smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, his tone so calm it was unsettling.

"Since Secretary Li is so lacking in political achievements, of course we must fully cooperate."

Li Dakang was stunned for a moment, and his hand, which was raised in mid-air, froze.

A sudden, absurd sense of smug satisfaction welled up inside him, as he thought his earlier threats had finally worked.

"Hmph, you're smart to be so quick-witted. If you'd come to this conclusion earlier..."

Before Li Dakang could finish speaking, Yan Qingfeng had already taken long strides and walked directly around the conference table toward the door.

As Yan Qingfeng passed by Li Dakang, he didn't even spare him a glance.

Only a chillingly cold sentence remained, lingering faintly in the air.

"I'll give you this achievement."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a chilling scene unfolded.

The eight billionaires who were sitting at the table, who were originally sitting timidly, suddenly became like soldiers who had received a military order.

Mr. Zhang grabbed his briefcase, and Chairman Wang quickly stood up and pushed his chair away.

Without uttering a single word, the eight people followed Yan Qingfeng in unison, walking out without looking back.

This doesn't look like a meeting at all.

This is clearly a blatant humiliation!

Looking at these usually aloof CEOs, Li Dakang now resembled Yan Qingfeng's most loyal henchmen.

His proud identity as the municipal party secretary was brutally humiliated in front of this man.

"Yan Qingfeng! You stop right there!"

Li Dakang finally lost his temper completely, grabbed the dark blue thermos on the table, and smashed it hard on the ground.

"Bang!" The glass inner liner shattered on the floor, and scalding hot tea and goji berries splashed everywhere.

Yan Qingfeng did not pause in the slightest, and the carved wooden door of the conference room was pushed open by the bodyguard.

His tall figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, without even closing the door for Li Dakang.

"Great! Excellent!"

Li Dakang was so angry that he trembled all over and pointed at the empty doorway, cursing loudly.

"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! Let's see how long you can keep up your arrogance, Yan Qingfeng!"

He turned and rushed back to his desk, slamming the red landline button on it.

"Xiao Jin! Get your ass in here!"

Secretary Xiao Jin scrambled into the conference room, her face turning deathly pale at the sight of the mess on the floor.

"Secretary Li... what are your instructions?"

"Call the top officials of the Industry and Commerce Bureau, the Tax Bureau, and the Fire Department immediately!" Li Dakang's eyes were bloodshot, and spittle flew everywhere.

"Get me a warrant for a surprise inspection tonight! Tomorrow morning, I want all the gates of the Lingxiao Group in Jingzhou sealed off!"

Xiao Jin wiped away his cold sweat and nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, I'll take care of it right away!"

Li Dakang slumped into a chair, panting heavily, a sinister smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Yan Qingfeng, you've brought this upon yourself. Don't blame me for using you as a sacrifice!"

……

Meanwhile, outside the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee building.

A cool night breeze blew as a bulletproof Maybach with consecutive black license plates sat quietly at the bottom of the steps.

Yan Qingfeng bent down and sat in the spacious rear leather seat, and the car door was gently closed by the bodyguard.

The carriage was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, isolating it from the noise outside.

In the front passenger seat, the elderly butler, Afu, with a full head of silver hair, handed over a wet wipe.

"Young Master, Li Dakang is putting on quite a show of power. He even dares to covet Ling Xiao's wallet."

Yan Qingfeng took the wet wipe, wiped his hands, and casually threw it into the nearby trash can.

He looked at the brightly lit municipal party committee building through the car window, which was covered with one-way privacy film.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a sand sculpture about to collapse.

"He wants to use the achievements of Guangming Peak to curry favor with Sha Ruijin, so let him see what real capital transit is like."

Yan Qingfeng leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and spoke in a completely calm tone.

Afu pulled out a specially made encrypted tablet from his pocket and hovered his finger over the screen.

"Young Master, if these eight companies make too much of a move in Handong, those officials in the province will probably have sleepless nights."

Yan Qingfeng didn't even lift his eyelids, and gently tapped his knee twice with his slender fingers.

"Can't sleep? Then wake them up completely."

The air inside the carriage seemed to have been sucked out in an instant, making it feel suffocating.

Yan Qingfeng's fingers, which were tapping his knee, suddenly stopped.

"Notify Mr. Zhang and the others that the eight companies will issue a joint statement before midnight tonight."

"The headquarters moved out of Handong overnight, and all 100 infrastructure projects under construction will be completely shut down and cleared out tomorrow morning."

Afu's fingers twitched suddenly, and a glint of light flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

This isn't just a warning; it's practically tearing a hole in the sky above Handong Province!

"Young master, if we continue like this, Handong's GDP will plummet by tomorrow morning."

Suppressing the excitement in his voice, Afu turned his head to confirm, "Are you sure you want to go all in?"

Yan Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes, a chilling smile curving his lips.

"Doesn't Li Dakang like to seize property seals?"

"Go tell the men below to take over this pot of Handong Province. Let's see what he'll cook for breakfast tomorrow!"