My capital is quite large.

On the afternoon of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the festive atmosphere faded a bit, and the sound of firecrackers from visiting relatives and friends in the village also became less frequent.

In the backyard of the newly built luxurious Chinese-style villa in Lijiacun, there is a spacious storage room specifically used for storing miscellaneous items.

Old Li, his back hunched, was rummaging through a pile of broken cardboard boxes and sacks that had been moved from the old red brick house, sorting and arranging them.

The older generation is sentimental and always feels attached to the old houses, with their broken metal parts, jars and pots. They can't bear to throw them away, so they take advantage of the free time during the New Year to sort them out.

"Dad, are you cleaning up all this old, dusty stuff? Let me help you."

Li Feng walked in wearing a casual sweater, rolled up his sleeves, and casually helped his father move a heavy wooden box covered in dust.

"Sigh, it's just about putting away all the odds and ends we moved from the old house. Now that we live in such a nice villa, there's nowhere to put all this junk, and it's a shame to throw it away." Old Li straightened his aching back and patted the dust off his hands.

Li Feng smiled, said nothing, and opened the old wooden box that had just been moved over.

The box didn't contain any farm tools, but instead contained several dusty, oddly shaped objects: a whisk that had rotted away to the point of having only a bare wooden handle, a Bagua compass covered in verdigris, two tattered Taoist robes whose original color was no longer discernible, and a book wrapped in several layers of moisture-proof oil paper in a rusty iron box.

"Dad, haven't our ancestors been farmers for generations? How come we still have these things that Taoist priests use?" Li Feng took out the iron box with some curiosity and peeled off the layers of brittle oil paper on the outside.

Old Li leaned over for a look, his brows furrowing tightly.

He stared at the objects for a long time before suddenly realizing, "Oh dear, I almost forgot about this! This must be from your grandfather's generation!"

"My grandfather? He was a Taoist priest?" Li Feng asked in confusion.

"How could that be!" Old Li shook his head, pulled over a small stool and sat down, recalling, "I heard your grandfather mention it once when he was alive. It was during the War of Resistance against Japan, when things were chaotic. One night, your grandfather was near a mass grave and pulled an old Taoist priest covered in blood out of a pile of corpses."

"Your grandfather was kind-hearted and secretly carried him home. Unfortunately, the Taoist priest was too badly injured and died after only two nights. Before he died, the old Taoist priest had nothing to repay him with, so he gave your grandfather these tattered things he was carrying with him, as well as this tattered book, saying that they were his family's heirlooms and he wanted to keep them as a memento."

Old Li gave a bitter laugh, pulled out his pipe from his pocket and tapped it: "What a treasure! Our family has been farmers for generations, toiling in the fields. The whole village is illiterate. This book is full of those scribbled characters; even your grandfather couldn't recognize many of them. Later, when it came to my generation, we were busy toiling in the mud to fill our stomachs. Who had the time to look at this stuff? It's just been sitting in the wooden box as scrap paper, untouched for decades."

"Traditional Chinese characters?"

Li Feng raised an eyebrow. In his previous life, he had studied traditional Chinese characters, antique calligraphy and paintings, metaphysical books, and other things in order to appear cultured, so he could be considered to have a smattering of knowledge.

I carefully picked up the ancient book.

The pages are severely yellowed and brittle due to their age, and there are even some signs of insect damage on the edges.

He gently brushed away the dust that had accumulated on the cover for decades, and his gaze fell upon it.

The moment those four ancient and vigorous traditional Chinese characters came into view, my previously indifferent gaze froze instantly!

On the ancient cover, four large characters were prominently displayed: "The Origin and Flow of Qi".

……

At the same time.

In a luxurious office far away in Beijing, the atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.

"Beep...beep...Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."

Hearing the cold, mechanical female voice coming from the phone, Chen Fei, who once held sway in Beijing's social circles and appeared on the Forbes rich list multiple times, slammed his expensive Nokia phone against the wall!

"Bang!"

The phone was shattered into pieces, with its parts scattered all over the ground.

"Disappeared? Those Wenzhou property speculators just vanished into thin air?!"

Chen Fei, his eyes bloodshot, paced irritably back and forth in his office. "Yesterday he was so confident that he'd make the payment and sign the contract right away, and today I can't even find a trace of him! I've been tricked! I've been set up and tricked!"

Even if Chen Fei was slow to react, he finally realized what was happening.

Those so-called buyers, who spoke with a Wenzhou accent and dragged out their legal due diligence for a full half month, had no intention of buying his land in Hainan at all!

They're deliberately stalling for time!

The worst part is that there are less than three days left until the final repayment deadline for his 400 million yuan bank bridge loan!

The bank has issued an ultimatum, with an extremely firm stance, leaving no room for leniency or extension.

If he cannot pay this amount within three days, all his assets will be forcibly frozen and auctioned off. His newly regained freedom will face complete bankruptcy and even imprisonment again!

"No! I can't die here! As long as I catch my breath, I, Chen Fei, can make a comeback!"

A strong will to survive drove Chen Fei completely insane.

He can't care about business profits anymore; he has to cut his losses to survive!

He frantically searched for his spare phone and began contacting several old rivals and local bullies in Beijing and the south.

"Mr. Wang! I'm not going to pay the original price for that piece of land in Hainan! Half price! A clearance sale at half price! As long as you can transfer the full amount in cash to my account today, that land is yours!"

"Boss Zhang! Help me out! The paperwork for that land is all done. You can sell it for half price and make a hundred million! I only need cash right now!"

Under the absolute lure of profit and humiliating pleas, Chen Fei sold off that prime piece of land worth hundreds of millions at a rock-bottom price of half.

When the funds from the acquiring party were finally deposited into Chen Fei's account a few hours later, before Chen Fei could even breathe a sigh of relief, the financial director rushed into the office, sweating profusely.

"Mr. Chen! It's not enough! It's still not enough!"

The CFO, holding a calculator, said in a trembling voice, "You sold that land too cheaply! Even with all the liquid funds we have on hand, we're still 40 million short of the 400 million repayment threshold!"

Forty million!

Forty million! Two years ago, even if Boss Chen had just gambled a couple of times at a casino in Macau, he would have earned more than that!

But now, this mere forty million has become an insurmountable barrier that could drive him to his death!

Even a hero can be brought down by a penny; at this critical juncture, it is the last straw that breaks the camel's back!

"Go to the bank! Go to the bank again!" Chen Fei roared. "Use my other properties as collateral! Borrow from loan sharks! By any means necessary, get me forty million right now!"

The CFO was practically in tears: "Mr. Chen... your villa, luxury cars, and several other stalled commercial projects were mortgaged multiple times back when you got into trouble last year. Now, forget about banks; even loan sharks won't lend us a single penny after checking your credit history and debt-to-equity ratio!"

All assets were locked up, and credibility was completely ruined.

A former Forbes regular, he is now choked by these 40 million.

Chen Fei slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Is this really the end?

No! There's one more thing!

A glint of light suddenly flashed in Chen Fei's eyes.

He still has one last asset that is absolutely unmortgaged!

"Xiao Liu."

Chen Fei sat up abruptly, gritted his teeth, and gave the CFO his final instruction: "Spread the word to me immediately."

"Tell the big and small kings of Huayi Brothers, tell Orange Sky Entertainment, Hairun Pictures, and all the big money in the industry!"

"Take me, Chen Fei, for example. I'm preparing to sell all my shares in Red Starwood Entertainment Company!"

The CFO was stunned.

Everyone in the industry knows that Red Starwood Entertainment is just an empty family workshop with only a few desks and no decent publicity team. How much is it worth?

But then he realized what was happening.

Hongxingwu may be a worthless shell, but this company holds a priceless treasure unique to the Chinese entertainment industry—Liu Yifei's full-contract management agreement!

Selling Hongxingwu is actually selling Liu Yifei!

By releasing this fattest sheep, Chen Fei refused to believe that those hungry wolves in the industry, who were drooling over it, wouldn't be able to come up with a mere forty million!