"No!" Yang Yi frowned, stepping up to the platform, sweeping his gaze over the senior gang members whose hands had frozen mid-action. He then looked at the continuously flashing large screen, took a deep breath, and asked, "What are the current official stock prices for the major banks?" "Commercial Bank: Sixty percent!" "Industrial and Commercial Bank: Eighty percent!" "Agricultural Bank: Thirty percent!" "Economic Bank: Ninety-five percent!" "What is the current stock price for Zhongchuan Group?" A sharp glint flashed in Yang Yi's eyes as he inquired.

"Five hundred thousand US dollars per thousand points." "Hmm!" Yang Yi mused. "Snap!" He suddenly slapped the desk and immediately ordered, "Investigate immediately!

All banks connected to Zhongchuan, pay close attention to smaller entities. If you discover any stocks experiencing a sudden surge, hit them hard!" "Yes!" The ranks of senior gang members responded and rushed into action.

Fatty Lin and Long Yi, standing nearby, watched Yang Yi with confusion, sensing that something was amiss. "Long Yi, investigate all of Zhongchuan Tengjun's information immediately.

I want it in twenty minutes!" Yang Yi commanded Long Yi. "Yes!" Long Yi acknowledged and left immediately.

Fatty Lin, observing Yang Yi's grave expression, couldn't help but ask doubtfully, "Brother Yi, has something happened?" "Heh heh, we almost walked right into someone's trap this time. What do you think happened?" Yang Yi sneered, his eyes fixed intently on the perpetually flickering screen.

"Walked into a trap?" Glancing at the bewildered Fatty Lin, Yang Yi sighed deeply and said, "Alas, it's a good thing we discovered it early!" "Uh, you've confused me completely. What exactly is going on?" "We monopolized fifty percent of Zhongchuan Group's shares, but we overlooked one thing!" "What thing?" "Bank loans!" "Bank loans?" Fatty Lin clearly didn't understand these matters at all.

He was just asking a question for every statement Yang Yi made. "Can't you study seriously, kid?

Repeating the same question back to me every time is truly tiresome!" Yang Yi gave him an annoyed look, then concisely analyzed, "Right now, we hold fifty percent of Zhongchuan Group's shares, meaning we are essentially the majority shareholder. But if we continue our assault, we might just suffer the same fate we tried to inflict!" "I still don't get it.

Isn't this situation excellent? Why would continuing the attack result in us suffering the same fate?" Fatty Lin felt embarrassed by Yang Yi's reprimand, but he understood the importance of asking when he didn't understand.

Fatty Lin's question was essentially asking why Yang Yi wasn't pressing forward to completely erode Zhongchuan Group's ownership, instead ordering a halt to all attacks on the company. "Zhongchuan Tengjun has been navigating the business world for so many years; to say he has some capital is an understatement.

Even a sinking ship has three sound nails left. Do you really think he would let the Zhongchuan Group he built collapse so easily?" Yang Yi shot him another exasperated look.

"Does he have some hidden countermeasure?" "That's for certain. The fact that we so easily seized fifty percent of the shares in just one morning is clearly bait!" Seeing the look of inquiry on Fatty Lin's face, Yang Yi raised a hand to stop him, patiently explaining, "To put it simply, the shares we currently hold are bait released by Zhongchuan Tengjun.

I believe that if we persist in our attack and strip away sixty percent of his shares, he will inevitably retaliate." "Retaliate?" Fatty Lin still seemed partially confused. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes before he quickly said, "Brother Yi, are you saying that even if we take sixty or eighty percent of Zhongchuan Group now, they still have the capacity to fight back, and their sole capital for retaliation is bank loans?" "Yes, you're finally being clever for once!" Yang Yi smiled faintly.

"Actually, it's not just bank loans. I keep emphasizing that Zhongchuan Tengjun is no pushover.

Having spent so many years in business, he certainly knows plenty of people, including connections in official circles!" "I see now. No wonder you need to investigate all of Zhongchuan Tengjun's data and stop the attack to check bank stock prices!" Fatty Lin exclaimed, realization dawning on him.

"He has a superb scheme, and I have a way to counter it!" A cold smile played on Yang Yi's lips as he declared, "Now that we've discovered it, I'm going to encircle him!" "Dragon Lord!" Involuntarily, twenty minutes passed before Long Yi approached Yang Yi with a file, addressing him. "En!" Yang Yi took the file and scanned it with lightning speed.

A series of cold smiles appeared on his face. "Good, good, good!

Very good! Zhongchuan Tengjun certainly has skill; he's worth my effort." Yang Yi suddenly stood up, letting out a loud cry.

He glanced at the screen and shouted, "Three thousand senior gang members, attend to my order!" "Yes, Dragon Lord!" "Three thousand men, divide into three groups. Each group must use a pseudonym.

The target remains Zhongchuan Group. Dispatch separate forces to attack.

If there is bank support, attack that specific bank—show no mercy. Suppress them fiercely!

If funds run short, transfer immediately from headquarters. In short, I want every last share of Zhongchuan Group swallowed by the end of today!" "As you command!" The senior gang members responded and immediately manipulated their controls; the numbers on the screen flickered incessantly.

"Brother Yi, what's the current situation?" "Heh heh, Zhongchuan Tengjun is relying on his connections with the Shanghai Public Security Bureau Chief, a bank president, and a publicly listed company in Japan as his final lifeline. It was fortunate we discovered this early, otherwise..." "It seems Zhongchuan Tengjun is not to be underestimated!" Fatty Lin said gravely upon hearing Yang Yi's words.

"Long Yi, connect me to Miyamoto Sakurako's call!" Yang Yi smiled with a sudden, strange look. "Damn, ruthless, truly ruthless!" Fatty Lin muttered upon hearing this.

Yang Yi glanced at him with disdain. "I am never soft on my enemies.

Besides, if I hadn't blocked the information Zhongchuan Tengjun was gathering on me last time, there would have been much more trouble. So—heh heh, there's no need to be polite!" "En!" Fatty Lin seemed to suddenly agree.

"The connection to the Dragon Lord is established; it's Miyamoto Sakurako!" Long Yi said, handing the phone to Yang Yi. "Greetings, Dragon Lord!" Miyamoto Sakurako's extremely alluring and seductive voice came through.

Hearing this, a roguish smile curved Yang Yi's lips. He said, "Listen closely.

Immediately, without regard for cost, suppress the Zhongchuan enterprise based in Tokyo, Japan. I want news by this evening!" "Yes!" "Good, you may go!" Yang Yi responded, hanging up the phone.

He turned around and stared meaningfully at the screen. "Immediately investigate who established Longwei Entertainment Co., Ltd., and if possible, also look into a person named Yang Yi!" Inside a red sedan, a cold-toned girl commanded into the phone.

"Yes!" A middle-aged man's voice replied from the other end. "I want to see exactly what kind of person stole my first kiss, hmph!" Pouting, she recalled the scene from last night, a faint blush coloring her usually icy face.

Fearing it would break her usual composure, she shook her head vigorously, as if trying to shake off the sudden bashfulness. "What, was that Bing'er calling?" Shangguan Qingyun asked, setting down the documents he was holding.

"Yes!" "What is she up to?" "She wants this subordinate to investigate a person, and this person happens to be the same one the Family Head is investigating." The middle-aged man sounded confused; why were father and daughter investigating the same individual? "Heh heh, go ahead and investigate," Shangguan Qingyun said without explanation, merely waving his hand.

He then added, "When you find something, leave a copy of the file for me!" "Yes!" The middle-aged man acknowledged and then disappeared. ################################## Noon should have been a time for an afternoon rest, but inside the conference room of Zhongchuan Group headquarters, the atmosphere was far from peaceful.

Zhongchuan Tengjun stared sternly at the Zhongchuan Group shareholders and most of the senior executives seated around a circle. "Today, our group faces an unprecedented battle.

I have gathered everyone here to discuss how we should counter this unidentified force." "Chairman, whatever you decide, we will support you!" A chorus of senior executives and major shareholders clamored, though only a select few shareholders moved their mouths without speaking. Zhongchuan Tengjun understood perfectly: he had already offered up fifty percent of the shares, leaving him with less than twenty percent, and the remaining thirty percent was the capital stock for the survival of the shareholders present.

He knew full well that some people weren't willing to fight to the end. "Naturally, if anyone is unwilling to follow me, you can state it now.

If you do, I can buy your shares at market price!" Zhongchuan Tengjun said, unwilling to give up hope entirely. "This..." Upon hearing this, everyone hesitated.

It was indeed worth hesitating over. Shares were, after all, a source of long-term income; no one would easily relinquish this income stream.

Moreover, even if Zhongchuan Group were to be completely acquired now, they would merely exchange one director for another—provided, of course, that the acquiring party agreed to keep these shareholders on board.