The game starts by hacking Alipay and then goes on a crazy spree of eating young girls.

"But before that, please hand over all your electronic devices, and then I will have my maids take you there."

Upon hearing this, everyone sighed in dismay.

After exchanging glances, they decided to hand over their cell phones to Li Hualan.

Li Hualan gave the butler beside her a wink.

The housekeeper immediately got up and put the phone away.

Then Li Hualan whispered a few words to him, and a few seconds later, several maids dressed as maids appeared, each holding a piece of black cloth.

"This is……"

Everyone present was a prominent figure, and upon seeing this scene, they all hesitated.

"Excuse me, everyone, this is my vault. I don't want you to know my vault password or location."

The people present gritted their teeth and nodded emphatically.

Chen Ye and his group were no exception.

The next second, a black cloth was immediately covered everyone's faces, and they could see nothing.

"Don't worry, everyone, I will make sure you arrive safely."

The butler led them one by one into Li Hualan's safe deposit box.

Li Hualan didn't speak until the last person went in.

"You can take off the black cloth now."

Upon hearing Li Hualan's words, everyone raised their hands and removed the black cloth.

In the center of the vault was a painting, and within a two-meter radius of the painting, numerous red infrared beams illuminated.

Just as they were wondering what was going on, Li Hualan raised her hand and pressed a button, and the infrared beams disappeared.

Only after the group took a few steps closer did they realize the true nature of the painting.

The frame is a heavy, gold-lacquered wooden frame, inside which is a pastel painting about 80 centimeters high and 60 centimeters wide.

In the center of the image is a person covering their face, their body twisted and deformed, against a backdrop of a blood-red sky, a deep blue fjord, and a railing stretching into the distance.

The colors in the painting are so intense they are almost blinding; the clash of red and blue under the light creates a visually striking effect that makes one's scalp tingle.

Chen Ye's gaze never left the painting after it fell on it. He recognized the face; ninety percent of the world's population recognized it.

Standing beside the painting frame, Li Hualan spoke in a much calmer tone than before: "This painting, which I purchased at Sotheby's in New York a few years ago, is Edvard Munch's 'The Scream,' a pastel version from 1895."

Mr. Zhao was the first to lose his composure, taking two steps forward before abruptly stopping, his voice trembling: "The Scream?! That The Scream?! The one that sold for $120 million in 2012?!"

Li Hualan smiled and nodded.

Mr. Zhao's face turned pale, and his lips trembled before he managed to squeeze out the words: "Of the four versions of 'The Scream,' only the 1895 version is in a private collection; the others are locked in museums... This painting is second only to Leonardo da Vinci's 'Mona Lisa' in the art world in terms of fame."

It sold for $120 million, setting a world record for art auctions that year… Mr. Li, you even managed to acquire this?

The people nearby gasped simultaneously. Zheng Youyou gripped Chen Ye's arm tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

Zheng Guodong stood behind him with his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

Chen Ye stared at the painting for a long time without saying a word. He remembered seeing this painting in his art textbook when he was a child, in movies, and in various memes, but he never thought that one day he would stand in front of the real thing.

The humanoid figure that was screaming while covering its ears was now less than two meters away from him. The red and black lines had a slightly matte finish under the light, making it more than ten times more impactful than the printed version.

"Mr. Li," Chen Ye said, his voice a half-tone lower than usual, "how much did you pay for this painting?"

Li Hualan waved her hand with a smile: "Let's not talk about money. It's worth spending any amount of money on things you like."

He took half a step forward with his cane, his gaze falling on the painting: "When Munch painted this, he said that he was walking with two friends that day, and as the sun set, the sky suddenly turned as red as blood. He stood there and felt an indescribable fear, as if he heard a piercing scream passing through nature."

This painting captures the extremes of human anxiety and fear to their fullest extent.

The crowd gathered around and watched for a while, but no one spoke.

The only sounds in the small room were the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional click of a camera shutter.

Mr. Zhao stood at the front and leaned closer to look at the inscription below the frame, where a line of small characters was engraved: "Famille rose version from 1895, the only private collection."

The items worth tens of millions were just appetizers; this is the real treasure. The original work, worth 120 million US dollars, is placed here, clearly telling everyone present: I got to where I am today in this circle not because of luck.

Moreover, Chen Ye believed that this was definitely not his true trump card...

……

It was almost ten o'clock when I returned to the living room after the tour.

As everyone said their goodbyes, Chen Ye and Zheng Youyou walked out the gate towards the parking lot when their phones suddenly vibrated. They took them out and saw it was Zhang Yi calling. Zhang Yi's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement as he answered: "President Chen, great news!"

"explain."

"The biopharmaceutical company we invested in before saw its stock price surge by 37% today! It even hit the daily limit during trading!"

Chen Ye paused, "Which one?"

"Tylenol-Mab, the company in Guangdong that makes innovative drugs, has just received marketing approval for an anti-infective drug. As soon as the news came out, its stock price soared."

Initially, they were looking for venture capital everywhere to raise funds for their IPO, but none of them were optimistic about it. I took a gamble and raised 8 million yuan to acquire 38% of the company's shares.

Chen Ye stood at the entrance of the parking lot, the night breeze blowing from afar carrying the dryness unique to autumn in the north.

He quickly went through the information Zhang Yi had shown him when he applied for Tylenol-Mab Biopharma. The company made innovative anti-infective drugs, and he signed the contract without much thought at the time.

Unexpectedly, it doubled in such a short time!

"Zhang Yi, how much did we make?"

"Its market capitalization in Hong Kong is currently HK$153 billion, and we hold a 38% stake, which means... our shares are worth HK$58 billion!"

And based on the current situation, it will continue to rise!

Chen Ye's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Zheng Youyou tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes full of curiosity.

"Okay, keep an eye on it, and let me know if you have any news."

Chen Ye looked out the window, a slight smile on his lips.

"I never imagined... that I would one day be a billionaire entrepreneur."