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The grayish-white powder mixed with the cold rain of early winter.

It was stuck tightly to the gaps in the tracks, which smelled of engine oil.

A cold wind swept across the barren land.

The last bit of residue suspended in mid-air was blown away completely into the mud pit on the outskirts of Jianghai City.

Not even a trace was left.

The vibrations from the steel tracks rolling over the ground were transmitted downwards along the texture of the soil.

Gradually, this vibration transformed into a reversal of time and space.

The roar of the machines faded away.

Decades later, it became the rustling sound of paper being rubbed together in a quiet study.

In Beijing, the Chen family's hillside mansion is located within the Second Ring Road, where land is extremely valuable.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds.

On the large golden nanmu desk, neat light and shadow spots are cut out.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of top-grade agarwood.

Twenty-year-old Chen Xingye leaned back in a large leather chair.

He was wearing a bespoke white shirt, with the top two buttons undone.

That face perfectly inherited Chen Yuan's cold and handsome features.

The scene was filled with unbelievable astonishment.

His well-defined fingers were gripping a thick manuscript.

The cover, made of pure cowhide, is stamped with a few lines of wild cursive script.

"The Top Tycoon's Method of Living Off His Wife."

Chen Xingye's Adam's apple moved up and down.

He swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.

The white porcelain coffee cup in my hand is held in mid-air, and the black coffee inside is violently swirling.

A few drops of brown liquid splashed out.

It hit the sheepskin mat on the table, leaving a small stain.

He even forgot to take out a tissue to wipe it.

"Buzz".

The specially made encrypted phone on the table vibrated.

The current intelligence chief of Star Ventures sent a voice report.

"Young Master, the results of your comparison of dark web logs from the past fifty years are in."

"The satellite movement data recorded in that manuscript is all true."

Chen Xingye slammed his coffee cup onto the table.

A crisp "snap" sound.

"Did you really adjust it?"

His voice was dry as he pressed on into the phone microphone.

"To find a sour plum, they forcibly accessed the underlying computing power of seven military-grade meteorological satellites?"

"Did they thoroughly clean up the primeval mountain ranges of South America and Asia?"

The voice on the other end of the phone trembled with a sense of reverence.

"Not only did they sweep it up, but Old Chairman Chen almost bought an entire branch of the Andes Mountains back then."

"It's because Madam Shen said that the fruit grown there might be sweeter due to the higher humidity."

The call was disconnected.

Chen Xingye stared at the powerful and vigorous handwriting on the manuscript.

"Even if we have to turn this mountain upside down, we must pick the sweetest plum and deliver it to the manor before nightfall."

He always thought that his grandfather was a capitalist machine devoid of human emotions.

From small to large.

At a board meeting, Chen Yuan could make the legs of hundreds of multinational conglomerate presidents go weak with just a glance.

That ruthless decisiveness that emanated from his very bones was both a nightmare and a benchmark for all the descendants of the Chen family.

Chen Xingye even felt that his grandfather's blood was filled with cold, numerical codes.

But now.

What insane things are written in this manuscript!

Mobilize global resources to blockade airspace.

Just to find a snack for his pregnant wife!

His fingers, which were turning the pages, became stiff.

The paper of that manuscript was brittle.

Chen Xingye's fingertips brushed against the sharp, bold penmanship.

Every stroke exudes the bloody aura of those days, where no one could stand in their way.

He originally thought that business warfare was about short selling, acquisitions, and media battles.

Who could have imagined that the most terrifying capital operation would occur in the founding history of Xingchen Venture Capital?

It was all to make a pregnant woman happy.

The paper flipped over, making a crisp, rustling sound.

My gaze fell on the next chapter.

Lin Qinghan.

This name is an absolute taboo in the Chen family.

Chen Xingye had only seen it once in the archives at the very bottom of Xingchen Venture Capital.

I knew he was a clueless ex.

But when he saw the passage in the manuscript about the eagle driving a bulldozer to crush the urn, he was deeply moved.

My scalp exploded instantly.

A chill ran down my tailbone and straight to the back of my head.

"this……"

He gripped the edge of the manuscript tightly.

A deep white mark was pressed into the paper.

"They don't even spare the ashes of the dead, just crushing them with conveyor belts and scattering them into the mud?"

Chen Xingye's breathing became heavy.

The frequency of chest rise and fall increases.

In the minds of the younger generation, killing someone is nothing more than a head falling to the ground.

At most, the suppression by capital can lead to bankruptcy and suicide.

But back then, Grandpa dealt with those who upset Grandma.

That was a true annihilation on both the physical and spiritual levels.

Not even a single speck of dust is allowed to exist in the air of Jianghai City.

This kind of ruthless, root-and-branch approach is similar to the soup-making and cooking methods described earlier in the book.

This creates a chilling contrast.

"That's too cruel..."

Chen Xingye muttered to himself.

He pushed open the leather seat.

I stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the study.

The early autumn sun shines on the lawn in the back garden.

A gentle breeze blew by, swirling up a few golden leaves.

Chen Xingye's gaze passed through the glass and landed in the center of the garden.

In that sea of ​​Damask roses in full bloom.

An elderly man with a full head of silver hair and a still upright back was wearing a faded light gray knit sweater.

Chen Yuan was holding a pair of professional gardening shears.

His large, well-defined hands were marked by the passage of time.

But his movements as he trimmed the thorns were still precise and steady.

"Click."

The soft sound of scissors closing drifted into the study through the half-open window.

Not a single texture of the flower base was damaged.

On a rattan rocking chair not far away.

Shen Wanzhou was covered with a thin cashmere blanket and held a cup of warm tangerine peel Pu'er tea in her hand.

Although wrinkles have crept up around my eyes.

But her peach blossom eyes, which looked at Chen Yuan, remained clear and bright, revealing a girlish innocence.

Chen Yuan cut off the most perfectly blooming red rose.

He turned around.

The coldness in his eyes melted into a pool of warm spring water the moment he touched his wife.

He walked over and gently removed all the thorns from the rose.

It was placed next to Shen Wanzhou's silver-white hair bun.

Shen Wanzhou touched the flower petals and smiled, her eyes crinkling.

The dimples on her cheeks were still clearly visible.

Chen Yuan then gently kissed her forehead, which was covered with fine lines.

Chen Xingye stood behind the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at that old man who would trim a flower thorn with millimeter precision, afraid of pricking his wife's finger even slightly.

He glanced down at the top-secret manuscript on the table, which recorded how bulldozers scattered ashes and satellites searched for sour plums.

Extreme cold-bloodedness and extreme favoritism.

This man embodies a terrifying contrast that sends chills down your spine.

His chest heaved violently as he drew in a breath of cold air.

Chen Xingye gasped, closed the heavy manuscript, and looked out the window at his grandfather pruning roses for his grandmother. He muttered to himself, "Grandpa's methods of spoiling his wife back then were absolutely insane, enough to make one's scalp crawl!"