My capital is quite large.

Inside the study of the top-floor penthouse at Shenzhen Bay No. 1.

At the large rosewood desk, Li Feng, dressed in a loose silk robe, was engrossed in reading the ancient book "The Origin and Flow of Gases" that he had brought back from his hometown in northern Jiangsu.

After spending the last two days consulting dictionaries and ancient texts, he finally managed to roughly translate this ancient book, which is full of traditional Chinese characters and obscure Taoist cryptic language.

When Li Feng first got his hands on it, he was genuinely curious for a moment, wondering if it was some kind of martial arts manual that allowed him to fly over walls and leap across rooftops, or a breathing technique from a cultivation novel.

But after reading it through, he couldn't help but laugh.

This is not a martial arts manual at all, but a legitimate yet somewhat unorthodox Taoist internal alchemy health cultivation technique!

Judging from the writing style and annotations in the book, this set of exercises should have originated from the "Five Pecks of Rice Way" in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, which is the predecessor of the later Longhu Mountain Celestial Masters Way.

The book begins with a clichéd exaggeration of how the patriarch Zhang Daoling refined elixirs on Heming Mountain and ultimately "ascended to immortality."

Li Feng naturally didn't believe in even a single punctuation mark of these supernatural and bizarre things.

A mortal trying to become a god? That's just an ancient feudal superstition trick to fool ordinary people.

However, despite not believing in ascension, Li Feng had no doubt about the techniques of "nourishing life and preserving youth" and "strengthening the foundation and cultivating vitality" recorded in the book.

He has always been fond of the history of the Three Kingdoms period and has even studied it carefully. Naturally, he understands the real reason why the Five Pecks of Rice sect was able to flourish in the Hanzhong area and eventually evolve into the Zhengyi Celestial Master sect of Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Daoling's grandson, Zhang Lu, was able to occupy Hanzhong and establish a separatist regime not because of any magic tricks like turning beans into soldiers, but because of his mother, Lady Lu, who was extremely knowledgeable about "the art of health preservation and sexual intercourse"!

Historical records clearly state that although this Lady Lu had been pregnant for decades, she was well-versed in Taoist health preservation methods and maintained her appearance and figure like a young woman in her late teens!

It was precisely because of his youthful appearance and anti-aging techniques that he completely captivated Liu Yan (Liu Zhang's father), the governor of Yizhou, who then handed over Hanzhong to Zhang Lu to spread his religion.

"Becoming an immortal is definitely a hoax, but this Taoist method of strengthening the body's foundation and regulating qi and blood definitely has some real substance!"

Li Feng closed the ancient book, feeling the faint warmth flowing through his body, and a smile appeared on his lips.

These past two days, he tried it out with a "let's give it a shot" attitude, practicing the basic breathing techniques from the first few pages of the book, along with a specific breathing rhythm and a few strange sitting postures.

At first, I didn't feel anything, but on the second night of practice, something amazing happened!

My body, which had been slightly depleted due to the intense business battles and indulgence over the past six months, felt as if it had been infused with a refreshing spring.

Especially around the Shenshu acupoints on both sides of the lower back, wisps of warm air kept emanating from them.

This feeling of renewed vitality was validated during last night's match with Zhang Xinyu.

Last night, faced with Zhang Xinyu's various attempts to please him, Li Feng was as if divinely inspired. He not only regained the tireless peak state he had when he was first reborn, but also seemed to have a slight edge in endurance and explosive power!

They tormented her until she begged for mercy repeatedly, until she finally passed out as dawn approached.

"This is truly a top-tier tonic that is priceless."

Li Feng carefully locked "The Origin and Flow of Gases" in the safe in his study.

Wild soft-shelled turtles and century-old wild ginseng are all garbage in the face of this Taoist internal health preservation method that has been passed down for thousands of years!

With this, he no longer had to worry about being drained dry by those ravenous beauties.

"Starting today, I'll practice this for half an hour every morning," Li Feng silently decided.

……

Beijing, Huayi Brothers headquarters building.

Inside the CEO's office, the air was thick with the smoke of cigars.

The two Wang brothers, who were the heads of Huayi Brothers, were sitting on a leather sofa, looking at a piece of intelligence in their hands and sneering at each other.

"Brother, that old fox Chen Fei really can't hold on any longer."

Wang Zhonglei flicked his cigarette ash, his tone laced with undisguised schadenfreude. "He just spread rumors that he's going to sell all his shares in Red Starwood Entertainment. This isn't selling the company; it's clearly an attempt to cash in on that precious Liu Yifei!"

Wang Zhongjun snorted coldly, leaning back on the sofa: "That old fox used to protect Liu Yifei like the apple of his eye, not allowing anyone to interfere. Last year, someone privately offered him a sky-high price of 30 million, which is about the buyout price for someone like Zhou Xun, a top-tier actress, but he didn't even give them a second glance. Why is he suddenly willing to take a loss now?"

"How could we not be reluctant? We're like a clay Bodhisattva crossing a river; we can barely save ourselves!"

Wang Zhonglei tossed an internal bank debt statement onto the coffee table. "I had someone check it. He has a 400 million yuan bridge loan from the bank, which is due in two days! He sold his land in Hainan at half price a few days ago, a huge loss. I reckon there's still a considerable shortfall."

"If he can't fill the bank's hole in the next couple of days, all his assets will be frozen, and he'll be back in jail! To save his life, he'd sell even his own daughter, let alone his goddaughter!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhongjun's eyes narrowed instantly, a glint of shrewdness and greed flashing across them.

Liu Yifei's commercial value is absolutely unparalleled among all the post-85 actresses in the Chinese entertainment industry!

With her terrifyingly high national popularity as a "fairy sister," if she could be signed by Huayi Brothers, they could easily package a few big-budget movies and recoup their investment in less than two years!

"Strike while the iron is hot and kill him."

Wang Zhongjun stubbed out his cigar and coldly gave the order, "He wouldn't have sold for 30 million before, but now he only has two days to live. Go, let's offer him 30 million too! Tell him that this 30 million is Huayi Brothers giving him a hand out of past favors. Take it or leave it, if you don't want it, just wait for the bank to foreclose on his house!"

……

It's not just Huayi Brothers.

The news that Chen Fei wanted to sell Liu Yifei had already ignited the entire capital circle in Yanjing.

Orange Sky Entertainment, Hairun Pictures, Enlight Media... all the film and television giants with spare cash are secretly inquiring about it.

However, in this dog-eat-dog capital market, there is no such thing as helping someone in need; there is only kicking someone when they're down.

Once everyone investigated Chen Fei's background, they all realized that he had a problem that needed to be covered up.

Everyone was remarkably in agreement—to relentlessly drive down the price!

Chairman's Office, Red Starwood Entertainment Company.

Chen Fei's eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and he looked as if he had aged ten years overnight.

He stared intently at the several letters of intent for acquisition from various companies on his desk, his hands trembling uncontrollably with anger.

"Huayi Brothers, 30 million! Orange Sky Entertainment, 32 million! Hairun Media, 35 million!..."

Chen Fei abruptly swept all the letters of intent to the ground, roaring hysterically, "Kicking me when I'm down! These heartless bastards! They used to call me brother, but now that I'm in trouble, they all come to take advantage of my misfortune!"

The CFO, standing to the side, nervously picked up the documents from the ground, his face pale. "President Chen... Hairun's offer of 35 million is already the highest bid so far. They said it's already a premium given because of Miss Liu's popularity. If the contract isn't signed by tomorrow, they'll withdraw their offer..."

"What good is thirty-five million?!"

Chen Fei slammed his foot on the desk, his eyes nearly bulging out. "I'm short forty million! Even if I'm short five million, the bank will still go to court to freeze all my assets! My mansion, my antiques, my freedom—all gone! Am I supposed to use this thirty-five million to reclaim land from the sea?!"

This is the cruelest aspect of capitalism.

Everyone knew he was short at least 40 million, but the highest bid from everyone was stubbornly stuck at 35 million!

The remaining gap was the final death knell that crushed Chen Fei.

They want to watch Chen Fei go bankrupt, and then when the bank liquidates his assets, they'll snatch Liu Yifei's contract back from the court at an even lower price!

"I won't sell... I won't sell!"

He was absolutely unwilling to give up his only trump card at such a humiliating price until the very last moment.

"One more day...only one day left before the bank collects the payment!"

A desperate glint of hope flashed in Chen Fei's eyes. "Tell those bloodsuckers! My bottom line is 40 million! Not a penny less! Hold on for one more day, and I refuse to believe that in this vast Chinese entertainment industry, there isn't a single company willing to pay 40 million for Liu Yifei!!"