The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

Early morning, Shen family villa, dining room.

A sumptuous Chinese and Western breakfast was laid out on the long dining table, and family members took their seats one after another.

Su Qingluan changed into a simple white casual outfit and sat next to Shen Nianqing, slowly drinking a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

Chen Xiaoyu, with half a fried dough stick in her mouth, darted between Su Qingluan and Shen Nianqing.

Su Qingluan's words last night, "a madman who cultivates the path of slaughter," kept swirling in her mind, keeping her up all night.

"Sister Qingluan."

Chen Xiaoyu finally couldn't hold back any longer, swallowed the fried dough stick, and leaned over to ask in a low voice.

"Who exactly is that person you mentioned last night... someone even scarier than you?"

Shen Nianqing also stopped eating and turned her head to look over.

She was equally curious about how many other women like Chen Shidu had hidden around him.

Su Qingluan put down the porcelain spoon and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

A hint of a smile flashed in her eyes, and she shook her head.

"It cannot be spoken of."

"Why?"

Chen Xiaoyu became anxious.

"You can reveal your surname, that would be fine too."

"If she comes, you will naturally know."

Su Qingluan picked up the warm water from the side.

"If she doesn't come, you'll never see her in this lifetime. Knowing this beforehand will only cause you more trouble and won't do you any good."

This suspense is infuriating!

Lin Keke muttered to herself from the side.

"Could she be a female assassin...?"

Su Qingluan glanced at her but didn't reply.

That madwoman isn't some female assassin.

That was the true nemesis of the Punishment Hall of Taiqing Palace.

Just as everyone was feeling disappointed, the restaurant door was suddenly pushed open.

Shen Xingzhou strode in, pulled out a chair, and plopped down in.

His eyes were dark and bloodshot, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.

I picked up the glass of iced milk in front of me, gulped down half of it in one go, and slammed the glass down.

"Big brother."

Shen Nianqing pulled out a tissue and handed it over, her voice slightly low.

"What happened at the company this time?"

Shen Xingzhou took the tissue, but instead of wiping his mouth, he crumpled it into a ball and held it in his palm.

"The Qi family has gone mad."

Shen Zhengting sat in the main seat, put down the newspaper, and frowned.

"What did Qi Zhen do?"

"He sold off 60 percent of the Qi family's shares in 30 overseas shipping ports and 12 biopharmaceutical laboratories."

Shen Xingzhou braced his hands on the table, gritting his teeth.

"What happened to the Wang family and the Lin family in the capital."

The atmosphere at the table froze instantly.

Shen Zhengting's face darkened.

The Wang family of Beijing is a logistics giant, while the Lin family is a leader in the medical device industry.

Either of these two families is comparable in size to the Shen family, the richest family in Jiangcheng, let alone the two families joining forces.

"The Wang family intercepted all of Uncle Lu's cargo ships at sea and blockaded three major ports overnight."

"The Lin family dumped cash on the stock, causing the three listed companies of the He family to immediately hit the daily limit down at the opening, and the pledged shares faced liquidation. The Zhou family's overseas procurement channels were also completely cut off, and the default penalty was calculated by the hour."

"Overnight, three local bullies in Jiangcheng were utterly humiliated."

Shen Xingzhou gave a bitter laugh.

"Qi Zhen is dragging us down with him. With the Wang and Lin families involved, this isn't a business war at all; it's a one-sided massacre."

Shen Nianqing frowned.

She understands business operations.

The foundation of prominent families in Beijing lies in their intricate national and even global networks.

The Shen family can wield immense power in Jiangcheng, but once their external access is cut off, Jiangcheng becomes an isolated island.

How large is the funding gap?

Shen Nianqing asked.

"It's not about the money."

Shen Xingzhou tilted his head back, leaned against the back of his chair, and looked utterly dejected.

"It's a distribution channel. No one dares to accept our goods, no one dares to supply us. Who in China would dare to offend both the Wang family and the Lin family at the same time? They've made it clear that anyone who dares to help these four families in Jiangcheng is going against Beijing."

Dead end.

When overwhelming strength prevails, any business tactics seem pale and powerless.

The old lady of the Shen family, Zhou Shuhua, stopped turning the prayer beads and sighed.

"The bigger the tree, the more the wind blows. Those powerful families in the capital have long wanted to extend their reach into Jiangcheng. The Qi family is just the trigger."

The restaurant fell into dead silence.

Even Shen Xingzhou, who was usually carefree, was now filled with despair.

"that……"

A faint voice broke the silence.

Chen Xiaoyu stood up.

She took her phone out of her pocket, opened the background interface, and handed it to Shen Nianqing and Shen Xingzhou with both hands.

"Big brother, sister-in-law."

Chen Xiaoyu pursed her lips, her expression extremely serious.

"I made some money from my live stream. I checked the withdrawal amount and it was over eight million."

She pushed her phone forward, her eyes clear.

"Take these and use them first. It's not much, but every little bit helps."

Shen Xingzhou was stunned.

Shen Nianqing was also stunned.

Lin Keke, standing to the side, widened her eyes, secretly tugged at Chen Xiaoyu's sleeve, and lowered her voice.

"Xiaoyu, are you crazy? This is all your savings!"

Chen Xiaoyu ignored her and stubbornly held up her phone.

Su Qingluan's hand holding the water glass froze in mid-air. Looking at the girl with a serious expression, she couldn't help but smile.

Eight million is nothing in a business war involving hundreds of billions; it won't even make a ripple.

Any move by the Wang or Lin families could result in billions of dollars disappearing.

But this eight million is all the cards an ordinary girl can play.

Looking at that worried face, Shen Xingzhou's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

His eyes welled up slightly, and he forced a smile, reaching out to ruffle Chen Xiaoyu's hair.

"Silly girl."

Shen Xingzhou's voice softened, revealing a hint of doting affection.

"Big brother hasn't fallen so low as to need to use the hard-earned money you make from live streaming, your little savings. Keep it for yourself to buy candy."

Chen Xiaoyu became anxious.

"But isn't the company running out of money?"

"My brother will figure out a way to handle the company's affairs."

Shen Xingzhou interrupted her, took a deep breath, stood up, and his eyes turned fierce again.

"At worst, I'll go to Beijing myself and talk to Wang Jianye and Lin Peisheng!"

"Since they want to eat meat, the Shen family can just cut some meat for them."

Shen Xingzhou gritted his teeth.

"If you go, they'll want more than just meat."

Shen Nianqing's voice was cold and incisive.

"What they want is control of the entire Jiangcheng. If you bow down, the Shen family will never be able to stand up again."

"What can we do then!"

Shen Xingzhou slammed his fist on the table, making the dishes rattle.

"Are we just waiting to die?!"

It was at this moment of extreme oppression.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the restaurant.

Butler Uncle Liu rushed in.

"Master! Miss!"

Uncle Liu was panting heavily, and his voice was trembling.

"What's the panic?"

Shen Zhengting said in a deep voice.

"The sky hasn't fallen yet."

"It didn't collapse..."

Uncle Liu swallowed hard, then held the name card high in both hands, his hands trembling like a leaf.

"It's...it's the Song family of Suzhou!"

"The Song family?"

Shen Zhengting frowned.

"Which Song family?"

"The Song family of Suzhou, the foremost family in China's classical music scene!"