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

Song Changfeng handed over the urgent briefing in his hand, his expression solemn.

"It's been investigated."

Zhou Xiuqing did not answer the briefing; instead, she leaned against the leather sofa, using her sandalwood cane.

"explain."

"The Wang and Lin families of the capital have joined forces with Qi Zhen."

Song Changfeng speaks very quickly.

"They used their core resources to completely strangle the Shen family. Their logistics routes were all cut off, their cash flow was blocked, and their three local Jiangcheng supporters—the He, Lu, and Zhou families—have been crippled. When the market opens tomorrow, the Shen Group will definitely hit the daily limit down."

Zhou Xiuqing didn't even lift her eyelids.

"The Wang family? Wang Jianye, the one who made his fortune by trading in the Grand Canal?"

"Yes."

"The Lin family, they sell medical equipment?"

"Yes, Mother, the Shen family is facing a dead end this time."

Song Changfeng frowned.

"The Wang and Lin families are too powerful, and they have an absolute dominance in Jiangcheng. No one dares to step in to help the Shen family at this time."

"Crush?"

Zhou Xiuqing scoffed coldly, a hint of ferocity flashing in her eyes.

"The young master is sitting in the Shen family's house drinking tea, do they dare to overturn the table?"

Song Changfeng hesitated for half a second.

"Mother, our Song family's roots are in the world of traditional Chinese music."

Song Changfeng spoke the truth.

"Logistics, healthcare, and finance are not areas we are good at. If we really want to spend money, the Song family's cash flow can't compete with the two of them combined."

"Feeling powerless?"

Zhou Xiuqing slammed her cane on the carpet with a dull thud.

Song Changfeng lowered his head.

"Changfeng, do you think the Song family has been eating for free for the past hundred years?"

Zhou Xiuqing stood up, her gaze sharp as a knife as she stared at her eldest son.

"We're not good at it."

Zhou Xiuqing walked step by step to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view of Jiangcheng.

"Aren't those aristocratic families who have received our favors skilled in this area?"

"Aren't those students who beg us for guidance skilled at it?"

She turned around, her voice echoing in the hall.

"Those tycoons who stood outside the Song family's gate for three days and three nights just to hear one of my songs, aren't they good at it too?"

Song Changfeng's breath hitched.

"Pass on my message."

Zhou Xiuqing spoke each word slowly and deliberately, emphasizing each syllable.

"Use the 'Taiyin Command'."

Song Changfeng suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Taiyin Ling!

The Song family's highest-level summons.

The last time it was used was thirty years ago.

At that time, three top music families joined forces with overseas capital to besiege the Song family, attempting to sever the Song family's legacy.

That time, the Supreme Decree was issued, and half of the powerful and wealthy in China met their end, crushing those three aristocratic families into ashes.

We will never use it unless there is a crisis of annihilation.

This is the Song family's ancestral precept.

Now, for the sake of the Shen family in Jiangcheng, and for his mother's vague dream of returning to her ancestral home, he's going all in on the Song family's biggest trump card.

Looking into his mother's bloodshot and crazed eyes, Song Changfeng swallowed back the words of dissuasion he was about to say.

He knew that his mother had gone completely mad because of Tianyin Pavilion.

"At all costs."

"yes!"

Song Changfeng turned around and strode towards the study in the suite.

Five minutes later.

Song Changfeng took out a black jade token from his inner pocket. The token was carved with intricate patterns of lightning-struck wood, and in the center was an ancient seal script character for "sound".

He placed the token on the table and took a high-resolution photo.

Then, he logged into an encrypted communication software with only twelve users and sent the photo out.

One more thing.

"The imperial decree has been issued; protect the Shen family of Jiangcheng."

……

The top floor of the Shanghai World Financial Center.

A merger and acquisition deal involving billions of dollars is being discussed overnight.

At the head of the long table sat an elderly man with gray hair.

He Yunting is a true giant in China's financial world and the grandmaster of stock manipulation.

The conference room doors were tightly shut, and the executives were engaged in a heated debate.

"bite."

He Yunting's personal cell phone, which was on the table, vibrated.

Only twelve people know the number on this phone.

I picked up my phone and glanced at the screen.

The executives in the conference room suddenly noticed that Mr. He, who was always calm and composed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, had a slight tremor in his hand.

He stared intently at the photo of the black jade token on the screen, his breathing becoming heavy.

"Old He?"

The executive next to him tentatively called out.

He Yunting suddenly stood up and pushed aside the merger and acquisition documents in front of him.

The meeting has been cancelled.

He Yunting's voice was loud and clear, conveying an unquestionable determination.

"Notify the operations department to allocate all 50 billion yuan of funds intended for the acquisition."

The executives were shocked.

"Mr. He! This is a project we've been preparing for for a year!"

"Shut up!"

He Yunting's eyes were sharp.

"Pour 50 billion into the Jiangcheng stock market. Keep a close eye on the Shen Group's stock. Tomorrow when the market opens, anyone who dares to short the Shen family's shares will be crushed!"

He paused, then added through gritted teeth.

"Investigate the financial channels of the Lin family in Beijing, and short-sell their shares!"

The executives looked at each other, completely bewildered as to what had happened.

He Yunting offered no explanation.

He looked at his phone screen.

Thirty years ago, on the night before he went bankrupt and jumped off a building, it was a song by Zhou Xiuqing that calmed him down, and it was also the Song family that lent him the first sum of money to make a comeback.

When the imperial decree is issued, we will brave fire and water.

……

Guangdong Province, deep-water port.

Lei Zhen, the shipping tycoon, is wearing a safety helmet and inspecting nighttime loading and unloading at the dock.

His business empire occupied half of the southern shipping industry, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Wang family of Beijing, one in the south and one in the north, vying for supremacy.

The assistant came running over with a satellite phone.

"Mr. Lei! Your encrypted private line!"

Lei Zhen took the phone and listened for ten seconds.

He took off his helmet and threw it on the ground.

"Notify all port dispatchers!"

Lei Zhen yelled at his assistant.

"From this moment forward, cut off all logistics transit points for the Wang family in the south! Seize all their cargo ships that dock!"

The assistant was terrified.

"Mr. Lei, this is tantamount to a full-scale war with the Wang family! The breach of contract penalty..."

"I can afford to pay!"

Lei Zhen's eyes were blazing with fury.

"Furthermore, mobilize all our idle transportation capacity and send them all to Jiangcheng! The Shen family's goods will be transported for free! Anyone who dares to stop us, just ram them!"

Lei Zhen looked at the dark sea and sneered.

When his mother was seriously ill, it was Old Mrs. Song who personally sought out a life-saving medicine.

He remembered this kindness for the rest of his life.

……

This night is destined to be sleepless.

The financial sector, the shipping sector, and the medical sector.

Several enormous, suffocating forces rapidly converged in the darkness, transforming into a raging torrent that rushed straight towards Jiangcheng.

Outside the red walls of Beijing, there is a courtyard house that occupies a very large area.

Inside the study, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

An elderly man dressed in plain clothes is studying music under a lamp.

Black and white pieces intertwine on the board, exuding a fierce and menacing aura.

This is a truly top-tier aristocratic family in the capital, far surpassing the Wang and Lin families.

Ye Canghai, the head of the Ye family.

A middle-aged man walked quickly into the study, his footsteps very light.

"Father."

The middle-aged man bowed slightly.

"explain."

Ye Canghai placed a black piece.

"Something happened in Jiangcheng."

The middle-aged man's tone was filled with undisguised shock.

"Half an hour ago, the Song family of Suzhou issued the 'Taiyin Order'."

Ye Canghai's hand, which was holding Bai Zi, stopped in mid-air.

"The Order of the Great Sound?"

Ye Canghai turned his head.

"Has that old madwoman Zhou Xiuqing gone mad again?"

"Yes, to protect the Shen family of Jiangcheng."

The middle-aged man swallowed hard.

"Currently, He Yunting in Shanghai has allocated 50 billion yuan to Jiangcheng, Lei Zhen in Guangdong has cut off the Wang family's southern shipping route, and several other forces are on their way to Jiangcheng. The encirclement and suppression network of the Wang and Lin families has been directly torn apart."

"Smack."

Ye Canghai dropped a white piece onto the chessboard, disrupting the game.

"Who exactly did those two idiots, Wang Jianye and Lin Peisheng, offend?"

"It's said to be the Shen family of Jiangcheng."

"The Shen family..."

Ye Canghai muttered to himself, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

"Just who exactly is this Shen family?"