Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Bian Zhizhi turned to look at Chang Xiting, as if asking if she could take the call in his car.

Chang Xiting said gently, "It's alright, you can answer the phone first."

"Zhizhi! Where are you?" Su Wan's voice was urgent.

"I'm on my way to the airport, what's wrong?"

"Listen to me," Su Wan's tone was terrifyingly serious, "I just received news that 'Starry Capital' is inquiring about Little Tree Hole, possibly wanting to acquire it, and their methods may be questionable."

Bian Zhizhi's heart sank: "Xingyao Capital? Never heard of it."

"They're newly emerged, and they have powerful connections," Su Wan said.

"My dad asked around and found out that this firm specializes in targeting promising cultural projects. They approach them under the guise of investment, then use various means to gain control, and finally either sell them off or break them up."

They've ruined several studios.

Bian Zhizhi's palms were sweating: "Why would they target the little tree hole?"

"Little Tree Hole is quite famous now, and it's a government-supported project, so it's a piece of cake in their eyes," Su Wan said. "Zhizhi, you have to be careful lately. Have a lawyer review any documents before signing, and don't pay any attention to cooperation offers from strangers."

I'm also trying to find a way to arrange a face-to-face meeting.

"Okay, I understand." Bian Zhizhi forced herself to calm down. "Thank you, Wanwan."

"Don't be so polite with me." Su Wan sighed. "I'm just worried about you. Please be careful."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Bian Zhizhi suddenly felt a little dazed.

The little tree hole was her life.

If anyone tries to touch it...

She gripped the shopping bag tightly in her hand.

Don't panic, go back first and discuss this further.

Yan Tong, Mi Guang's Office

Wei Zixian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, holding a document that had just been delivered.

"Star Capital." He murmured the name, his eyes icy. "Have you investigated thoroughly?"

"We've found out." Lu Fangchi sat on the sofa, his face grave. "On the surface, it's a cultural investment scheme, but it's actually an empty shell, backed by foreign capital."

Their tactics are simple: first, approach the target under the guise of investment, acquire a portion of the equity, and then force the founder out through financial means, media attacks, or even some shady methods.

Ultimately, the project will either be resold at a high price to real big capital, or it will be broken up and sold off.

Why was the target chosen as the "small tree hole" (a metaphor for a hidden or vulnerable location)?

"Three points." Lu Fangchi held up three fingers. "First, Xiaoshudong is now a benchmark for the Yantong cultural industry, receiving key government support, and has political value."

Second, the model is replicable; if we succeed, we can quickly expand it nationwide. Third…”

He paused, then added, "And most importantly, they thought Bian Zhizhi was a female entrepreneur who worked alone, making her easy to manipulate."

Wei Zixian clenched his fists.

The documents slipped from his hands and scattered all over the floor.

"What are they planning to do?" His voice was calm, but Lu Fangchi could hear the storm brewing beneath.

"It's already started," Lu Fangchi said. "My people have found out that Xingyao's people have been frequently contacting several of Xiaoshudong's partners these past few days, trying to poach their talent."

At the same time, they were also collecting dirt on Bian Zhizhi. Of course, they couldn't find anything substantial, but spreading rumors was enough.

Once public opinion picks up, they'll reappear as saviors and propose an acquisition.

Wei Zixian turned around, his eyes like poisoned knives: "If they dare to touch her, I'll make them regret ever being born."

"Zixian, calm down." Lu Fangchi stood up. "Now is not the time for a head-on confrontation."

The people behind Xingyao are no ordinary individuals. Besides, this is the South; even a powerful dragon fears a local snake. We need to come up with a comprehensive plan.

"Comprehensive?" Wei Zixian laughed, a laugh that sent a chill down Lu Fangchi's spine. "Fangchi, have you forgotten how I got to where I am today?"

The rise of Abyss Technology has never been one of gentleness, kindness, humility, and modesty.

Wei Zixian has indeed learned to love in a dignified way, but that doesn't mean he has lost his claws and fangs.

On the contrary, these three years of ups and downs in the business world have made him more aware of how to effectively destroy his opponents.

"What do you want to do?" Lu Fangchi asked.

Wei Zixian walked to his desk and pressed the intercom: "Have General Manager Zhang from the Strategy Department, General Manager Li from the Legal Department, and the Chief Financial Officer come to the conference room in ten minutes."

Additionally, please contact our affiliated companies in the Cayman Islands and the Virgin Islands. I require a comprehensive report on all of Star Capital's offshore equity structures, within 24 hours.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Lu Fangchi: "They want to play the capital game? I'll play along."

"But Bian Zhizhi won't want you to get involved," Lu Fangchi reminded her.

"She doesn't need to know," Wei Zixian said. "This time, I won't let her see any bloodshed. I'll make Xingyao disappear without a trace, as if they never existed."

"you……"

"Fang Chi," Wei Zixian interrupted him, "this is what I owe her."

Lu Fangchi opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He knew that once Wei Zixian made a decision, no one could change it.

In the car, Bian Zhizhi seemed a bit off after hanging up the phone. Chang Xiting noticed her unusual behavior, "What's wrong? You don't look well."

Bian Zhizhi hesitated for a moment, but still told Chang Xiting what Su Wan had said.

Chang Xiting frowned: "Xingyao Capital... I think I've heard of that name before. Someone mentioned it at a dinner party before, saying that this capital firm has very dirty methods."

"What should I do?" Bian Zhizhi asked.

She rarely asked for help so directly, but this time, she was genuinely panicked.

"Don't be afraid." Chang Xiting held her hand. "I'm here, Su Wan is here, and there are so many supporters in the Little Tree Hole. No matter how powerful Xingyao is, he can't control everything."

Bian Zhizhi felt a little more at ease.

"I had the team start collecting information about Xingyao," Chang Xiting continued. "At the same time, I will publicly express my support for Xiaoshudong under the name of 'Evergreen Heritage'."

In cultural circles, I still have some influence. If Xingyao wants to touch you, they'll have to get past me first.

"Xi Ting..." Bian Zhizhi's eyes welled up with tears. "Thank you."

"Thank you again." Chang Xiting smiled. "We are friends, and also... people trying to understand each other. Supporting each other is only natural."

Upon arriving at the airport, Chang Xiting kept making phone calls, using his network of contacts to find out more about Xingyao.

Bian Zhizhi sat beside him, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Three years ago, when she encountered a crisis, she had to shoulder it all alone and eventually chose to flee.

Three years later, she had Su Wan, Chang Xiting, and the entire Little Tree Hole team by her side.

She is no longer alone.

As the plane took off, the setting sun painted the sky orange-red.

Chang Xiting sat next to her, still looking at the information on his phone.

"We've got some leads," he suddenly said. "Behind Xingyao is an overseas organization called 'Blackstone Fund'."

This fund has a terrible reputation; it specializes in targeting small and medium-sized cultural enterprises globally.

They have been sued several times in Europe, but have escaped each time due to insufficient evidence.

"Then we..."

"Don't worry." Chang Xiting put down her phone. "I have a few friends in the international art law field who can help. Besides, if Xingyao really dares to use illegal means, we're not to be trifled with."

Bian Zhizhi nodded.

She turned to look out the porthole; above the clouds, the setting sun blazed like fire.