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

International waters. The sunlight was so bright it was blinding.

The superyacht "Lingxiao" cut through the azure waves and sailed smoothly.

On the top deck, Yan Qingfeng was dressed in a loose-fitting, pure white linen casual outfit.

He leaned back lazily in his custom-made leather recliner, casually holding a fishing rod in his hand.

Ah Fu, dressed in a tuxedo, walked over silently.

On the tray was a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice with ice and a vibrating encrypted satellite phone.

"Young Master, this is the dedicated line." Ah Fu bowed slightly and handed over the phone.

Yan Qingfeng didn't answer, his gaze remaining fixed on the undulating sea. "Who?"

"Sha Ruijin, Secretary of the Hantong Provincial Committee."

Yan Qingfeng's lips curled into a playful smile as he took the iced orange juice and sipped it.

Only then did he slowly pick up the phone and press the answer button.

"Feed".

Just one word, as bland as greeting the security guard downstairs.

On the other end of the phone, I heard heavy breathing.

A few seconds later, Sha Ruijin's dry, hoarse voice finally rang out.

"Mr. Yan... Mr. Yan, are you currently abroad?"

"High seas, fishing." Yan Qingfeng swirled the wine glass in his hand, the ice cubes making a crisp sound as they struck the glass.

"Secretary Sha is so busy, how come he has time to care where I went fishing?"

Sha Ruijin gave a bitter laugh, his laughter filled with deep despair.

"President Yan, let's not beat around the bush. Handong is... on the verge of collapse."

He swallowed hard, trying to make his voice sound less humble.

"Several major corporate accounts in the province have been frozen, and the finance bureaus of more than a dozen cities below are blocking my office every day demanding money."

"Next month, civil servants across the province won't even be able to get their basic salaries."

Yan Qingfeng shifted to a more comfortable position, his tone laced with undisguised mockery.

"What does this have to do with me? I'm not your god of wealth in Handong."

"President Yan! Please stop joking." Sha Ruijin was anxious, his voice trembling.

"Lingxiao Financial has locked up our foreign exchange reserves, and the Energy Group is demanding cash settlement."

He was practically begging.

"The provincial government canteen has been closed for two days. Mr. Yan, I'm begging you."

"Do you think it's possible to organize a 'social donation' in the name of the Lingxiao Foundation?"

Sha Ruijin cautiously probed.

"As long as you put in a hundred or two hundred million in working capital so we can pay next month's salaries, we can discuss any terms."

Yan Qingfeng laughed when he heard this.

Laughter reverberated from his chest, carrying a condescending contempt.

"Social donations? Secretary Sha, is your brain filled with mush?"

Sha Ruijin on the other end of the phone froze instantly.

"Back when Li Dakang brought in the William Consortium, and Zhong Xiaoai used her power to suppress me, you guys were having a great time watching the show, weren't you?"

Yan Qingfeng tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

"Now that foreign capital has fled and the bigwigs from Beijing have withdrawn, you're starving and suddenly you're thinking of asking me for social donations?"

"President Yan, that's a personal matter between Li Dakang and Zhong Xiaoai. The Provincial Party Committee..."

"What is the Provincial Party Committee?" Yan Qingfeng interrupted him without any politeness.

His voice instantly turned cold, like a knife chilled to the bone.

"It's only been a few days since we ran out of food, Secretary Sha? Where has your lofty integrity gone?"

"How come you can't even hold a broken beggar's bowl steady?"

Sha Ruijin was rendered speechless by the rebuttal, and a muffled "clucking" sound came from his throat.

He, a provincial party secretary, was being scolded like a grandson, yet he didn't dare utter a single word in response.

Because Yan Qingfeng holds the lifeline of the entire Handong region in his hands.

"You want me to go easy on you? Fine."

Yan Qingfeng stood up and walked to the edge of the deck, the sea breeze making his clothes flutter.

"From today onwards, the rules of Handong must be rewritten. I want the permanent exclusive operating rights for all your infrastructure projects."

"What? This is not in accordance with the country's..."

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Before Sha Ruijin could finish his nonsense, Yan Qingfeng hung up the phone.

He casually tossed the satellite phone, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, into the trash can next to him.

Just then, the fishing rod in my hand suddenly bent violently.

The carbon fiber rod tip was pulled into a full bow, making a "creaking" sound.

The enormous creature underwater was frantically trying to escape, the fishing line screeching against the winch.

"Young Master, the big shipment is here!" Ah Fu's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward to help.

"Step back."

Yan Qingfeng gave a cold shout and slightly parted his legs to stabilize his stance.

He gripped the thick fishing rod with one hand, his arm muscles bulging, and pulled it back sharply.

"Splash!"

A huge white splash of water suddenly erupted from the calm sea surface.

An adult great white shark, over five meters long, was forcibly dragged out of the water!

Its gaping maw, filled with sharp fangs, was clamped tightly onto the specially made steel fishhook.

The massive, gray-white body writhed wildly in mid-air, trying to break free from its deadly restraints.

Blood dripped from its mouth, staining the churning seawater below red.

Yan Qingfeng pressed the reel-in switch on the electric winch.

The steel cable pulled on this ocean tyrant, dragging it little by little toward the side of the yacht.

Looking at the great white shark struggling in mid-air, its eyes filled with despair.

There was no pity in Yan Qingfeng's eyes, only the cold-blooded power of life and death.

"See that, Ah Fu? No matter how ferocious a beast is, once it bites my hook, its life or death is out of its hands."

He took a hot towel and slowly wiped his hands.

Call Lin Yubing.

Yan Qingfeng tossed the towel aside casually, his tone chilling.

Tell her that the original plan remains unchanged and that she will continue to cut off my entire supply.

"I want them to know who truly provides for Handong. If they don't starve, then starve them to death."

Afu bowed slightly, his wrinkles crinkling into a smile.

"Understood, young master. Now those old men in Handong are probably going to boil and eat all those belts."

Meanwhile, the Jingzhou Municipal People's Procuratorate.

The once majestic and imposing building now resembles a lifeless tomb.

The building's power supply was cut off two hours ago because the building couldn't pay its electricity bill.

The corridor was dark, and the air was filled with the chill of late autumn.

In a corner of the lobby on the first floor, several hungry young police officers huddled in their uniforms, not even wanting to say a word.

The door to the chief prosecutor's office on the second floor was ajar.

Ji Changming, wearing a thick down jacket with his hands tucked into his sleeves, was staring blankly at the gray sky outside the window.

Hou Liangping pushed open the door like a lost soul and stumbled in.

His black windbreaker hadn't been washed for days and smelled sour.

His eyes were sunken, and his chin was covered with a finger-length bluish stubble.

"The quarterly inspection...hasn't the city allocated the funds yet?"

Hou Liangping's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded on sandpaper.

Ji Changming didn't even turn his head, he just gave a cold snort.

On the desk lay an arrest warrant application printed from scrap paper.

The name Su Jianxin was clearly written on it.

That was Hou Liangping's last remaining obsession.

Even though the entire Handong region came to a standstill, he was still dreaming of a comeback.

Hou Liangping looked at the application that no one had paid any attention to, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

He lunged at the desk, gripping it tightly with both hands.

"Quarterly inspection! We can't just sit here and wait!"

"Since they're broke, let's seize the Lingxiao Consortium's accounts! As long as we get evidence of their illegal activities..."

Ji Changming finally turned his head and looked at his subordinate who had gone mad with desire.

There was no anger in his eyes, only deep pity and sorrow.

"Seizure? What are you going to seize?"

Ji Changming grabbed an empty disposable paper cup from the table and smashed it directly into Hou Liangping's face.

"Are you going to use your mouth to refuel the police car, or your face to pay the bill at the police canteen?"