After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

"I'm protecting it? You're all blind! That shop belongs to Boss Jiang's ex-wife!"

"Master Jiang...Master Jiang?" The blond-haired man was stunned for a moment, clearly not having heard of this name before.

"You don't even know Master Jiang? How dare you hang around in Hanzhou?" Zhou Lianqiang suddenly stood up and kicked Huang Mao in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Today, I'll teach you what rules really are!"

Just then, the warehouse door was pushed open from the outside.

Jiang Ye walked in, wearing a black trench coat and expressionless.

His deep eyes swept coldly over the thugs on the ground, as if they were corpses.

"Master Jiang!" Zhou Lianqiang quickly went up to him and bowed respectfully.

Jiang Ye nodded slightly, walked up to Huang Mao, and looked down at him.

"Was it you who smashed her with the bottle?" Jiang Ye's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling murderous aura.

Huang Mao was terrified when he saw the powerful man in front of him. He scrambled to grab Jiang Ye's leg.

"Master Jiang! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I was drunk, my mind was clouded, please spare my life!"

Jiang Ye kicked the blond-haired man away, his eyes cold.

"Spare you? When you were smashing up the shop, why didn't you think about sparing her?"

Jiang Ye turned to Zhou Lianqiang and calmly ordered, "Old Zhou, do it according to the rules of the underworld. Whichever hand made the blow, cripple that hand."

"Yes, Master Jiang!" A ruthless glint flashed in Zhou Lianqiang's eyes. With a wave of his hand, several burly men in black immediately pounced on him like wolves.

"ah--!"

Accompanied by several piercing screams, a crisp sound of bones breaking echoed through the warehouse.

All five thugs had their right hands broken and lay on the ground howling in pain.

Jiang Ye looked at the thugs on the ground without a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Tomorrow morning, take your people to the hospital and kowtow to Shen Qinghan to apologize. If she doesn't forgive you, you can prepare to disappear from Hanzhou."

After saying that, Jiang Ye turned and walked out of the warehouse.

……

The next morning.

Outside Shen Qinghan's ward at the First Hospital of Hanzhou City.

Five thugs, their right hands in casts and their faces bruised and swollen, knelt neatly in the corridor.

The leader, a blond thug, was holding a thick envelope filled with cash.

"Boss Shen, we're so sorry! We were wrong! We're not human! Please forgive us!"

Huang Mao cried and kowtowed frantically, drawing blood from his forehead.

In the ward, Shen Qinghan leaned against the headboard, staring blankly at the unbelievable scene outside the door.

She never expected that the arrogant thug who was so domineering last night would be kneeling outside her hospital room today, begging for mercy like a dog.

She looked at the envelope full of cash in the blond-haired man's hand and instantly understood everything.

It's Jiang Ye.

Besides him, who else in Hanju could have such power to instill such fear in these local bullies?

Shen Qinghan's eyes reddened again.

She looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Jiang Ye's power had long exceeded her imagination. He was not only a tycoon with hundreds of billions in capital, but also the uncrowned king of Hanzhou's underworld.

And she had once regarded such a man as a worthless piece of trash.

Shen Qinghan gave a bitter laugh, and tears silently streamed down her face.

She neither took the envelope nor paid any attention to the thugs outside the door.

She simply gazed quietly out the window, silently murmuring that name in her heart.

Jiang Ye, thank you.

……

After Shen Qinghan's matter came to an end, Jiang Ye devoted all his energy back to his career.

At this time, the offline physical experience centers of "Cloud Wilderness Realm" have been fully launched in twenty first-tier cities across the country.

The place is packed with visitors every day, with countless young people seeking spiritual connection and releasing their inner stress.

"Cloud Wilderness" has become a phenomenal cultural landmark, a spiritual utopia for modern urban dwellers.

However, as the market grows larger, SKY SOUL software faces a huge commercialization challenge.

Because Jiang Ye has always adhered to the pure soul social concept of "no GG, no membership level", the server maintenance and operation costs of the software are burning like crazy every day.

With tens of millions of daily active users and massive data interactions, Kunlun Capital's cash flow is under tremendous pressure.

Kunlun Capital headquarters, top-floor premium conference room.

The atmosphere was unusually heavy.

Xia Yu, dressed in a smart white business suit, stood in front of the projection screen, holding a detailed financial statement in her hand.

"President Jiang, esteemed board members."

Xia Yu's voice was crisp and decisive, exuding an undeniable professionalism.

"SKY SOUL's current operating costs have far exceeded our expectations. If we continue to insist on the completely free model, Kunlun Capital's cash flow can only support it for a maximum of six months."

"I strongly recommend that a moderate monetization model be introduced immediately."

Xia Yu displayed several solutions on the screen.

"For example, we can launch virtual items, allowing users to purchase special stationery or sound effects in the 'Time Tree Hole'; or, we can collaborate with some high-end brands that match the 'Cloud Wilderness' style to launch limited-edition peripheral products."

"These commercialization methods can not only quickly recoup funds, but also further enhance the brand value of the software."

Xia Yu's proposal was approved by most of the executives present.

After all, in business, no company can keep doing business at a loss.

However, Jiang Ye sat in the main seat, his brows furrowed, and remained silent.

He looked at the commercialization plans on the screen, his heart filled with resistance.

"no."

Jiang Ye said in a deep voice, his tone resolute.

"Introducing commercialization would destroy the purity of 'Cloud Wasteland.' Users come here to escape the stench of money in reality. If we cram the software full of GGs and virtual items, what's the difference between us and those flashy, cheap knock-offs outside?"

"But Mr. Jiang, passion can't put food on the table!" Xia Yu said anxiously, her tone becoming somewhat agitated. "Without financial support, SKY SOUL will struggle to survive, let alone maintain its purity!"

"I'll figure out the funding issue," Jiang Ye said firmly. "We can continue to fund the software by mortgaging overseas assets. In short, I absolutely will not allow any commercial elements to be added to SKY SOUL!"

The two men stood at the conference table, each sticking to their own version of events and refusing to yield.

Xia Yu's arguments, presented from a rational business perspective, were all reasonable; Jiang Ye, on the other hand, remained steadfast in his original aspirations, refusing to yield an inch.

The atmosphere in the conference room plummeted to freezing point; all the executives remained silent, too afraid to utter a word.

Jiang Ye faces a difficult choice between business and his ideals.

He knew Xia Yu was right, but he just couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart.

"Let's discuss this matter again."

Jiang Ye waved his hand impatiently and announced the meeting was adjourned.

……

night.

The top floor president's office of Kunlun Capital headquarters building.

Jiang Ye sat alone in the large boss's chair, the ashtray in front of him already overflowing with cigarette butts.

He smoked an entire pack of cigarettes, and the whole office reeked of nicotine.

Outside the window, the night view of Hanju was still dazzling, but he felt extremely restless and confused.

Can business and sentiment really not coexist?

Just then, the office door was gently pushed open.