Super Rich: It all started when I met a young woman in a sleeper car.

Only Chen Xun and Li Qian remained in the office.

Yang Xiaotao and Lin Xinyue have already gone back to rest. They left looking excited, saying there would be a big show to watch tomorrow.

Chen Xun sat in a chair, looking at the text message that Zhou Wenbin had just sent him on his phone.

"General Manager Jiang has replied. The terms are as we 'discussed.' We'll sign the agreement tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM in the old private room at Jingxin Teahouse. He said he hopes you, Brother Chen, will... 'be pragmatic.'"

The message was followed by a wry smile emoticon.

Chen Xun turned his phone screen towards Li Qian.

Li Qian glanced at it; the purple hair looked somewhat dim under the office lights. "He believed it. And he was in a real hurry."

"How can I not be anxious?" Chen Xun leaned back. "In his eyes, I'm like a duck that's almost cooked. If I don't start eating soon, it'll end up in someone else's bowl."

"It can't fly." Li Qian's voice was calm. "We made the cage, and we handed it the chopsticks."

Chen Xun smiled. He looked at Li Qian: "Tomorrow, you'll come with me. Xin Yue will go too; she'll be in charge of bringing the evidence. Xiao Tao will stay outside and keep an eye on the front and back doors of the teahouse, as well as the nearby intersections. If anything happens, notify us immediately."

"Understood." Li Qian nodded. "I've compiled the evidence chain, three copies. One is the recording and transfer records of Jiang Tianxiong's previous malicious competition, hiring online trolls, and threatening Zhou Wenbin—which Zhou Wenbin handed over as 'making amends.' Another is the final conclusion document from the business registration authority's investigation after the last opening, proving his accusations were false. The last copy is a photocopy of the 'investment agreement' he voluntarily signed this time; the terms on it are enough to give him a hard time."

"The agreement only counts if he signs it," Chen Xun said.

"He'll sign," Li Qian said confidently. "He really wants your shop. And the false information Zhou Wenbin sent him makes him think you can't hold on any longer, so signing now is like buying at rock bottom, like getting a bargain. He won't let this opportunity slip by."

Chen Xun didn't speak. He stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window is the city's night view, with buildings densely packed with lights.

【Ding! 】

[A high-risk investment (business gamble/intelligence warfare) has been detected and is entering its final stage.]

[Target: Jiang Tianxiong's forces.]

[Investment nature: Luring the enemy in, then reaping the profits.]

[Current risk rating: Extremely high.]

[Potential return coefficient: Has climbed to its peak.]

[Countdown to the final operation: Approximately 12 hours.]

[Note: Successfully closing the net will trigger a massive tenfold return, and depending on the extent of the opponent's defeat and the host team's coordination, there is a very high probability of triggering an extra-large critical hit.]

[Please ensure the operation goes perfectly.]

The system notification sounded in my mind, exceptionally clear.

Chen Xun turned around and looked at Li Qian: "Is everything ready?"

"I'm ready." Li Qian looked at him. "And you?"

Chen Xun walked back to his desk, took a USB flash drive from the drawer, and plugged it into the computer.

A folder pops up on the screen, filled with densely packed files and photos.

"I'm ready too," he said.

The next day at 9:50 a.m.

The Jingxin Teahouse looks no different from usual from the outside.

Yang Xiaotao drove her car and parked it in front of a convenience store diagonally opposite the teahouse. She was wearing a baseball cap, the brim pulled down low, and holding a cup of milk tea in her hand, her eyes occasionally scanning the teahouse's entrance and the back alley.

She had wireless earphones in her ears.

Lin Xinyue's voice came through the earpiece, a little soft: "Xiao Tao, we've arrived, we're in the car. How are things on your end?"

"Everything's normal." Yang Xiaotao took a sip of her milk tea. "I didn't see anyone suspicious at the entrance, and I checked the back alley too; it's quiet. Over."

"Received. Keep in touch," Lin Xinyue said.

Inside the old private room of the teahouse.

Jiang Tianxiong has arrived.

He didn't come alone; there were two other people sitting next to him. One was Representative Wang, the one with glasses from the last negotiation, and the other was a middle-aged man in a suit who looked like a lawyer.

Jiang Tianxiong is probably around fifty years old. He is not tall, a bit fat, and has a smile on his face, but his eyes are not warm when he looks at people.

There was a cup of tea in front of him, but he didn't drink it.

The door to the private room was pushed open.

Chen Xun walked in, followed by Li Qian and Lin Xinyue.

Li Qian was dressed in a business-style suit today, her purple hair tied up, looking very capable. Lin Xinyue, on the other hand, was carrying a thick file folder, her expression serious.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Chen Xun said with a smile as he sat down opposite Jiang Tianxiong.

"Brother Chen, you're too kind." Jiang Tianxiong smiled, his gaze lingering on Chen Xun's face for a moment before sweeping over Li Qian and Lin Xinyue behind him. "You've brought quite a few people."

"We're all on the same side," Chen Xun said. "To get down to business, we need a witness."

Jiang Tianxiong chuckled twice but didn't reply. He pointed to Representative Wang and the lawyer beside him: "Me too. You've met Manager Wang before, and this is Lawyer Zhang, who's in charge of the agreement terms."

Attorney Zhang nodded, took out several documents from his briefcase, and pushed them to the center of the table.

"Mr. Chen, this is the investment agreement we drafted based on our previous discussions," Attorney Zhang said in a flat voice. "Please take a look. The main terms include: Mr. Jiang's 'Tianxiong Capital' will invest 20 million yuan in your 'Xunwei Instant Noodles' brand, acquiring a 60% stake. At the same time, the operation and management rights of the brand's two existing stores will be taken over by a team appointed by 'Tianxiong Capital.' You will retain a 40% stake and continue to serve as the brand's consultant."

The terms are exactly the same as those previously "discussed," or even more stringent.

Chen Xun picked up an agreement and flipped through it.

Li Qian and Lin Xinyue stood behind him, without sitting down.

Jiang Tianxiong watched Chen Xun flip through the agreement, his smile deepening. "Brother Chen, the terms are a bit tough. But given the current market conditions, and knowing your situation, this money will help you stabilize your business and pay off your debts. Working for Brother Jiang from now on, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits."

He paused, then added, "It's better than the shop going out of business and losing all the money, right?"

Chen Xun put down the agreement, looked up, and stared at Jiang Tianxiong.

His face was expressionless.

"President Jiang is right," Chen Xun said. "Then... let's sign it."

Jiang Tianxiong's eyes lit up.

Representative Wang immediately handed over the pen.

Attorney Zhang also turned to the signature page of the agreement.

Chen Xun took the pen and signed his name on the agreement.

Jiang Tianxiong watched him finish signing, and his smile widened completely. He then picked up a pen and signed his own copy of the agreement.

Two agreements were exchanged.

Jiang Tianxiong held the signed agreement, glanced at Chen Xun's signature, and nodded in satisfaction: "Brother Chen, that's great! From now on, we're family!"

He had just finished speaking.

Chen Xun suddenly smiled.

It wasn't the perfunctory smile from before; it was a... cold, mocking smile.

Jiang Tianxiong's smile froze.

"Mr. Jiang," Chen Xun said, "Now that the agreement is signed, shouldn't we take a look at what exactly you've bought?"

Jiang Tianxiong frowned: "What do you mean?"

Chen Xun didn't answer, but looked at Lin Xinyue behind him.

Lin Xinyue immediately stepped forward, opened the file bag in her hand, and took out several documents and a small voice recorder.

She placed the documents on the table and pressed play on the voice recorder.

The first voice to come from inside was Zhou Wenbin's, trembling with tears: "...President Jiang, it's really not that I didn't try my best! The Industry and Commerce Bureau investigated, but they didn't find any problems! Chen Xun's shop is doing very well right now, and I don't think his cash flow is that tight..."

Then came Jiang Tianxiong's voice, cold: "If they don't find anything wrong, you won't let them investigate again? Fire department, sanitation department, tax department, investigate them one by one! Investigate until he can't open his door! Let me tell you, Zhou Wenbin, your dirty deeds are in my hands. If you don't want to go to jail, do as I say!"

Recording continues.

Following that was Representative Wang's voice, "confirming" with Zhou Wenbin the "details" of Chen Xun's broken financial chain.

Next is a recording of a phone call where Chiang Tien-hsiung instructed someone to contact an online troll company to smear the pre-sale activities for the new "Xunwei Instant Noodles" store.

Jiang Tianxiong's expression gradually changed.

From red to white, and then to cyan.

He suddenly looked up at Chen Xun, his eyes like knives: "You tricked me?"

"You plotted against me?" Chen Xun leaned back in his chair. "President Jiang, you can't say it like that. You were the one who first sent people to sabotage my shop, reported me, and then used Zhou Wenbin's incriminating evidence to force him to become an inside man. As for me, I was just doing what you wanted to see and showing you some things you wanted to know."

He pointed to the newly signed agreement on the table: "This agreement was reached based on false information and coercion. What's that called legally? Fraud? Coercion? Attorney Zhang, you're a professional, tell us?"

The lawyer, surnamed Zhang, was sweating profusely and didn't dare to say a word.

Jiang Tianxiong's chest heaved. He suddenly stood up and reached out to grab the evidence documents on the table.

Li Qian was even faster, snatching the document back in one swift motion.

"President Jiang, don't worry," Li Qian said calmly. "We've made many copies of these documents."

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

Before there was a response from inside, the door was pushed open.

Three people in police uniforms walked in.

The leader, a middle-aged policeman, looked serious and flashed his badge: "We are from the Economic Crime Investigation Division of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. We received a report with a real name alleging that this place is suspected of commercial fraud, coercion of contracts, and other illegal activities. Please cooperate with the investigation."

Jiang Tianxiong was completely stunned.

He glanced at the police, then at Chen Xun, and then at the newly signed, still-wet agreement on the table. His facial muscles twitched a few times.

Representative Wang and lawyer Zhang panicked and stood up to speak, but were stopped by the police.

"We have preliminary evidence." The middle-aged policeman looked at Jiang Tianxiong. "Jiang Tianxiong, right? Please come with us to assist in the investigation."

He then looked at Chen Xun: "The whistleblower, Chen Xun?"

"It's me," Chen Xun nodded.

"Please come back with me to give a statement."

"No problem." Chen Xun stood up.

The private room was in complete chaos.

When Jiang Tianxiong was taken away by the police, he turned around and glared fiercely at Chen Xun, his eyes filled with a murderous look.

Chen Xun pretended not to see it.

He followed the police out of the private room, with Li Qian and Lin Xinyue following behind.

In the corridor, Yang Xiaotao poked her head out from the stairwell, gave them an "OK" sign, and then quickly shrank back inside.

Police cars were parked outside the teahouse.

Jiang Tianxiong was taken away in a car.

Chen Xun and the police got into another vehicle.

Before the car door closed, Chen Xun glanced back at the signboard of Jingxin Teahouse.

The sunlight shining on the signboard was a bit dazzling.

【Ding! 】

[High-risk investment (business gamble/intelligence warfare) successfully concluded!]

[Target: Jiang Tianxiong's forces.]

[Investment outcome: Utter defeat.]

[Triggered 10x base rebate calculation...]

[Calculation in progress...]

[Due to the competitor's business influence collapsing to 100%, additional factors are applied...]

Team collaboration level assessment: Extremely high.

[Critical hit triggered! Critical hit multiplier: 5x!]

Final rebate amount: 100,000,000 yuan.

[The money has arrived.]

One billion.

Chen Xun sat in the back seat of the police car, listening to the system's prompts in his mind, and watching the street scene rushing past the window.

His face was expressionless, but he tapped his fingers lightly on his knee.

The police officer driving glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Young man, you're pretty calm."

Chen Xun smiled and said, "Cooperating with the police is what I should do."

Taking a statement didn't take too long.

The evidence is conclusive and the facts are clear.

Jiang Tianxiong's situation is quite serious; he's been detained for a while now and won't be out anytime soon. His businesses will likely be in serious trouble as well.

It was already afternoon when I came out of the police station.

The sun was shining at an angle, and it was a bit hot.

Li Qian and Lin Xinyue were waiting at the door when Yang Xiaotao drove over.

Four people got into the car.

As soon as Yang Xiaotao closed the car door, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother! That's amazing! Did you guys see Jiang Tianxiong's face at the end? It looked like he'd eaten shit!"

Lin Xinyue patted her hand: "Xiao Tao, watch your words."

"That's right!" Yang Xiaotao's face flushed with excitement. "We were listening outside, and when the police went in, I almost burst out laughing! Sister Qian, the way you collected the documents was so cool!"

Li Qian sat in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and smiled relaxedly: "Normal operation."

Chen Xun sat in the back seat, looking out the window.

"What do we do next?" Lin Xinyue asked. "Jiang Tianxiong has fallen, what about his businesses..."

"Someone else will take over," Chen Xun said, "but that's not our concern. Our job is to run our own shop well."

He paused, then looked at the three men: "Winning this time doesn't mean everything will be fine from now on. Jiang Tianxiong is gone, but there's no guarantee there won't be Zhang Tianxiong, Li Tianxiong. In business, there will always be someone eyeing your meat."

Li Qian nodded: "Celebrating is fine, but we can't let our guard down. Especially since we've just gotten started, there are even more people watching us."

"I know," Chen Xun said. "So while we're celebrating, we can't stop what we need to do. Xin Yue, keep a close eye on the new store's data. Xiao Tao, clarify those messy rumors going around. Li Qian..."

He looked at Li Qian.

Li Qian also turned around to look at him.

"The brand protection mechanism you proposed earlier," Chen Xun said, "can be started now. We need legal and public relations teams. This time it was luck, but next time we can't rely on luck alone."

"Okay," Li Qian replied.

Yang Xiaotao started the car: "Where shall we go now? To celebrate? I heard a new hot pot restaurant opened..."

"Let's go back to the shop," Chen Xun said. "We can celebrate tonight. Let's go back now and get the work done."

"Ah..." Yang Xiaotao drawled out, but still obediently turned the car around.

The car headed towards MixC World.

Chen Xun leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

In my mind, the system's account balance numbers were displayed quietly.

One hundred million, followed by a string of zeros.

He opened his eyes and looked out the car window.

The sunlight reflected off the glass of the city's tall buildings, making it a little dazzling.

This is just the beginning.

His lips twitched slightly.

Where is the next target?