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In Yanjing, within the Second Ring Road, lies a vast and priceless courtyard house.

"Bang!"

A Ming Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain vase worth tens of millions of yuan was smashed hard onto the blue brick floor, instantly shattering into countless pieces. The crisp sound of shattering echoed in the empty courtyard, sounding particularly jarring.

Chu Tiankuo's eyes were bloodshot and red, like an old lion driven to the brink of madness. In the antique study, he was smashing everything in sight. Expensive purple clay teapots were shattered, priceless antique paintings and calligraphy were torn to shreds, and even the heavy rosewood desk was kicked over, its writing implements scattered everywhere, a scene of utter chaos.

Outside the study, a dozen or so senior executives and bodyguards of the Chu family stood in trembling silence, heads bowed, not daring to even breathe loudly, for fear of offending the family head at this moment and bringing about their own demise.

Chu Tiankuo was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, like a bellows about to break down.

We lost!

We've lost everything!

The overseas funding chain was completely severed by that crazy woman, Han Qingru. Minerals from Southeast Asia could not be shipped out, and ocean-going cargo ships were stuck in ports. The daily default penalties of tens of millions of US dollars were like a bottomless black hole, frantically devouring the Chu family's once proud cash flow.

The situation on the domestic front was even more appalling. Xia Yu's textbook-perfect, hardcore press conference not only branded the Chu family as a disgrace for spreading rumors and slander, but also sparked a massive boycott from netizens across the internet. Several of the Chu family's core listed companies saw their stock prices plummet for three consecutive days, wiping out tens of billions in market value!

It was only at this moment that Chu Tiankuo truly realized that he had seriously underestimated the terrifying strength of the "iron triangle" of Jiang Ye, Han Qingru, and Xia Yu.

These three individuals are a mastermind: one orchestrates and controls the entire operation from behind the scenes; another wields influence overseas, cutting off all escape routes; and the third acts decisively and manipulates public opinion in the public eye. Together, they form a flawless, all-encompassing meat grinder of capital!

Chu Tiankuo slumped down in the carved armchair, covering his face with his hands in pain.

Could it be that the Chu family, a century-old family in the Beijing elite circle, which has weathered countless storms and never collapsed, is really going to fall at the hands of a young upstart who has only been rising for less than two years?

Just as Chu Tiankuo was considering retreating, preparing to make a drastic decision, completely shrink his defenses, and even planning to abandon the market in Jiangnan Province to preserve his family's foundation.

Suddenly, news arrived from Hanju that greatly boosted his spirits and even filled him with ecstasy!

Jiang Ye threw out his carefully prepared "deadly bait".

……

In the heart of Hanju, at a top-tier financial club that operates on a strict membership system and only caters to billionaires.

The private room was dimly lit, with soothing jazz music playing in the air, and the smoke from top-quality Cuban cigars mingling with the rich aroma of expensive spirits.

Lei Heng was dressed in a somewhat disheveled bespoke suit, his tie rumpled and crooked, his face flushed, and he reeked of alcohol. He held a glass of whiskey with ice in his hand and was pouring out his troubles to a few well-known gossips in the financial world.

"Brothers, I'm completely finished this time..."

Lei Heng let out a loud hiccup, his eyes glazed over, slurring his words, and said with a pained expression, "Brother Jiang has gone too far this time! You guys don't know, Kunlun Capital expanded too fast in the early stages, throwing money around to grab market share. Now that Cloud Top Town thing, it's simply an insatiable money-devouring beast! Tens of millions are being poured in every day, and we haven't even seen a ripple!"

A CEO of an investment firm, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with a gleaming gaze, quickly stepped forward, lowered his voice, and probed with a gossipy expression, "Mr. Lei, do you mean... Kunlun Capital's funding chain is in trouble?"

"It's not just a problem! It's a fault! A severe fault!"

Lei Heng slammed his hand on the table, sending the ice cubes flying out of his glass. He leaned close to the man's ear and whispered mysteriously, yet deliberately in a voice loud enough for everyone at the table to hear:

"I'm telling you, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone. Brother Jiang is frantic, like a cat on a hot tin roof. The banks have tightened their lending policies. To raise cash and cover the losses at Cloudtop Town, he's even planning to sell some of his core shares in Star Technology at a low price!"

"Star Technology?!"

Upon hearing this name, everyone present gasped, their eyes widening instantly.

That's a super unicorn company that possesses the world's most advanced solid-state battery technology! Once this technology is fully mass-produced and launched, the entire global new energy vehicle landscape will be completely overturned! Xingchen Technology's market value is absolutely a trillion-dollar behemoth!

Jiang Ye was actually forced to sell his shares in Xingchen Technology to stay afloat? That must be a huge funding gap!

Lei Heng looked at the utterly shocked expressions on their faces, a barely perceptible sneer flashing deep in his eyes. But on the surface, he still pretended to be drunk and incoherent, continuing to gulp down his whiskey.

This news spread like wildfire, quickly through these financial circles' "megaphones" in various investment groups, and reached the ears of the Chu family in Yanjing in the shortest possible time.

……

To make the news seem more believable and completely dispel the doubts of that old fox, Chu Tiankuo.

Jiang Ye even collaborated with Han City Mayor Lin Zhifeng to stage a "self-inflicted injury" performance that could be described as Oscar-worthy at a public meeting of the Han City government.

That morning, the auditorium of the Hanzhou Municipal Government was filled with reporters from various media outlets, business representatives, and heads of various government departments.

Halfway through the meeting, Lin Zhifeng, who was presenting a report on the five-year plan for the High-tech Zone, suddenly changed the subject, his expression becoming extremely serious, and pointed his finger directly at Jiang Ye, who was sitting in the first row below the stage.

"President Jiang, you must give the municipal government and the people of Hanzhou a clear explanation today regarding the complete halt of the Yunding Town and several core infrastructure projects in the High-tech Zone!"

Lin Zhifeng's face was ashen. He slammed his hand on the table, and his stern voice echoed throughout the auditorium through the microphone:

"The government entrusted such an important project to you because they trusted Kunlun Capital's capabilities! But what's happening now? Construction has stalled, the contractors aren't getting paid, and some workers are even causing trouble at the city government building! Does Kunlun Capital even have the financial strength to continue? If not, then hand over the project as soon as possible. Don't just occupy the position without contributing anything, delaying Hanzhou's development plans!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

All the reporters were like they'd been injected with adrenaline, frantically pressing their shutters, the flashes creating a continuous barrage that illuminated the entire auditorium as bright as day.

No one expected that Mayor Lin, who had always strongly supported Kunlun Capital and even regarded Jiang Ye as the economic calling card of Hanzhou, would criticize Jiang Ye so harshly in such a public setting!

Jiang Ye sat in the audience, his face ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

He abruptly stood up, without even turning on the microphone, and roared at the top of his lungs in a voice filled with anger and grievance:

"Mayor Lin! The project is stalled because the government's approval process was too slow in the early stages, which has indefinitely extended our capital recovery period! Kunlun Capital has poured hundreds of billions of yuan into the construction of Hanzhou! Now that we are facing some short-term funding difficulties, is the government not only not helping to coordinate bank loans, but also kicking us while we're down?!"

"You're shirking responsibility! You're just making excuses!" Lin Zhifeng pointed at Jiang Ye's nose and yelled, trembling with anger.

"Fine! Since the government doesn't trust me, I'm quitting this project! Whoever wants to take it on can take it on!"

Jiang Ye kicked over the chair in front of him, and amidst a chorus of shocked and gasping gazes, he led Lei Heng and a group of executives out without looking back, slamming the door behind them!

This dramatic scene of "a complete break between politics and business, and the stagnation of a multi-billion dollar project" was reported verbatim, or even embellished, by the media reporters present.

The news sent shockwaves through the business community of Jiangnan Province and even the entire country!

Everyone believed that Jiang Ye was truly at his wit's end. Having offended even his biggest political backer, Kunlun Capital's financial chain had definitely broken, and it was about to face collapse.

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