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

On the big screen, the daily limit up of Shen's Group was dazzlingly red.

Lin's Medical's stock price plummeted to its daily limit, turning a deep green.

"Found it."

The assistant's voice trembled.

"explain!"

Qi Zhen turned his head sharply, his eyes bloodshot.

"On the funding side, it's He Yunting from Shanghai."

The assistant swallowed hard.

"He withdrew 50 billion in cash, took over the Shen family's assets, and took the opportunity to short Lin's Medical."

Lin Peisheng suddenly stood up.

He Yunting.

A leading figure in China's financial sector.

His traders are all top-notch in the industry, and their capital is unfathomable.

"What about shipping?"

Wang Jianye kicked over the coffee table in front of him, and the glass shattered on the floor.

"What exactly did that madman Lei Zhen receive from the Shen family?!"

The assistant took half a step back.

"Not just Lei Zhen."

The assistant looked down at the screen.

"The person who intercepted the Wang family's northern shipping route was Zheng Haishan from the East China Sea, and the person who cut off the Qi family's overseas port handover was the international venture capital fund of the Li family in Hong Kong Island."

Three names.

A financial tycoon.

The shipping tycoon.

The richest man in Hong Kong Island.

These three people are not subordinate to each other and even compete with each other in some areas.

Now, they're making their moves simultaneously.

with a clear purpose.

They were determined to protect the Shen family of Jiangcheng and to annihilate the powerful clans of the capital.

"impossible."

Lin Peisheng loosened his tie, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Who does Shen Xingzhou think he is? Even if he sold the entire Shen family, he couldn't possibly persuade these three powerful figures to come!"

"Call up."

Qi Zhen braced his hands on the desk, his voice hoarse.

"Call them. Ask them how much they want, and we'll pay."

Wang Jianye took out his phone, found Lei Zhen's number, and dialed it.

"Thunderous strike!"

"Are you out of your mind? You've seized all the cargo on the southern routes? Do you know how much money you're losing every day?!"

The sound of howling sea wind came from the other end of the phone.

"Wang Jianye".

Lei Zhen's voice was cold.

"Put away your airs of a powerful family from the capital; this is Guangdong Province."

"What exactly do you want?!"

Wang Jianye gritted his teeth.

"How much did the Shen family pay you? I'll pay double! And I'll give you 10% of the development rights for that new port in Nansha!"

The Nansha Port generates at least 10% profit annually, amounting to at least one billion yuan.

"Keep it to buy yourself a coffin."

Lei Zhen sneered.

"Wang Jianye, you've messed with the wrong person. Don't even mention Nansha Port, I wouldn't dare accept the entire Wang family if you offered it to me."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The phone hangs up.

Wang Jianye stood frozen in place, holding his phone.

Lin Peisheng ignored Wang Jianye and dialed the dedicated line to He Yunting's office in Shanghai.

The person who answered the phone was He Yunting's chief disciple, who was also the main force behind this operation.

"Mr. Zhang."

Lin Peisheng suppressed his anger and softened his tone.

"We've known each other for a long time. What does Elder He mean by this? Are you going to throw out 50 billion to crash the market for the sake of the Shen family in Jiangcheng? That's not in accordance with the rules."

"President Lin."

Mr. Zhang sighed on the other end of the line.

"Stop now. If you admit defeat now, the Lin family can still have some bloodlines left."

"Admit defeat?"

Lin Peisheng was so angry that he laughed instead.

"My Lin family has a century-old foundation in the capital! Does He Yunting really think he can swallow me whole?"

"President Lin, you still don't understand."

Mr. Zhang lowered his voice.

"It's not that Elder He wants to devour you. Elder He is just following orders."

Lin Peisheng's breath hitched.

He Yunting obeyed orders?

Who in China can command He Yunting?

"Who is it?!"

"Name your price! I'll pay you whatever it takes! Just cancel your short positions!"

"No amount of money will help."

Mr. Zhang's tone was serious.

"Mr. Lin, that's all I have to say. Take care of yourself."

The call ended again.

Lin Peisheng stared at the blacked-out phone screen, his hands and feet turning ice-cold.

The temperature in the home theater dropped to freezing.

Qi Zhen refused to give up.

He picked up the landline and dialed the number of the head butler of the Ye family in Beijing.

The Qi family's success today is inseparable from the support of the Ye family.

This is Qi Zhen's last trump card.

The call was answered quickly.

"Butler Xu."

Qi Zhen's voice was pleading.

"Something has happened in Jiangcheng. Someone has joined forces to try and take over the Qi and Wang families. I'm asking you to speak with Elder Ye and ask him to mediate."

The other side remained silent for a full five seconds.

"Qi Zhen".

Butler Xu's voice carried a hint of detachment.

"Old Master Ye just gave the order."

"Please speak."

Qi Zhen felt a glimmer of hope.

"From this moment forward, all of the Qi family's businesses in Beijing will have no further connection with the Ye family, and all companies under the Ye family's name will cease all cooperation with the Qi, Wang, and Lin families."

Qi Zhen's mind went blank.

"Butler Xu! Why!"

"My Qi family pays tribute every year..."

"Qi Zhen!"

Butler Xu interrupted him, his tone stern.

"If you want to die, don't drag the Ye family down with you. You know perfectly well who you've offended in Jiangcheng."

"beep!"

The busy signal echoed in the audiovisual room.

Qi Zhen slumped into the chair.

They were abandoned.

The biggest backer in the capital cut off all contact without even asking a single question.

Wang Jianye and Lin Peisheng exchanged a glance.

The arrogance and greed in their eyes had vanished completely, replaced by deep fear.

"Who is it...?"

Wang Jianye muttered to himself.

"Who exactly is backing the Shen family?"

Lin Peisheng's hands trembled as he picked up his phone again.

He scrolled through his contacts.

A name has been found.

Suzhou, Song Changfeng.

He had personally visited Song Changfeng in Suzhou, and the two had some acquaintance.

The call was connected.

It rang for a long time.

Just as Lin Peisheng was about to give up, he answered the phone.

"Chairman Song".

Lin Peisheng's voice was dry.

"I apologize for disturbing you."

"Is there something you need, Mr. Lin?"

Song Changfeng's voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

"Chairman Song, let's not beat around the bush."

Lin Peisheng walked to the window and looked at the sky outside.

"Is some powerful figure involved in the Jiangcheng Shen family affair? He Yunting, Lei Zhen, Zheng Haishan—they've all gone mad."

Song Changfeng did not answer immediately on the other end.

Lin Peisheng became anxious.

"Chairman Song, for the sake of our cooperation back then, give me the truth. Even if the Lin family dies, we want to die knowing why."

"Just give me a hint: I'll hand over the Lin family's medical facility in Suzhou to the Song family!"

A medical facility worth 3 billion.

Deliver it directly.

A soft sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"President Lin."

Song Changfeng spoke.

"You can't keep that base."

Lin Peisheng's heart sank.

"For the sake of our past acquaintance, I'll give you a piece of advice."

Song Changfeng lowered his voice.

"Go to the Shen family in Jiangcheng immediately and kneel at their door. If the Shen family doesn't agree, your three families and your entire clan will be in grave danger."

Lin Peisheng felt a chill run down his spine.

Their entire family is in danger!

In modern society, who would dare to say such a thing!

"Chairman Song!"

Lin Peisheng's voice cracked.

"The Shen family couldn't possibly have this kind of power! Who exactly is giving orders?"

Song Changfeng remained silent for two seconds.

"Taiyin Ling".

Three words.

It came from the phone's earpiece.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of the three people in the home theater clearly.

Lin Peisheng suddenly loosened his grip.

The phone fell onto the carpet.

Qi Zhen gripped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, his fingernails curling and bleeding.

Wang Jianye's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

Taiyin Ling.

The Song family of Suzhou.

A summons at the highest level.

Thirty years ago, the Taiyin Decree was issued, and half of China's powerful and wealthy families met their demise, with three top families vanishing overnight.

It was an absolute massacre in the financial and political/business world.

And now, the Taiyin Order has reappeared in the world.

The target is them.

"The Song family..."

Wang Jianye's face was deathly pale, and his lips trembled.

"How could it be the Song family... The Song family is involved in classical music... They have absolutely no connection!"

Lin Peisheng slid down to the ground, leaning against the wall.

"We're doomed."

"It's all over."

"Prepare the car."

Qi Zhen suddenly stood up, his voice trembling and his eyes vacant.

"Where to?"

Wang Jianye looked up at him.

"Let's go to Jiangcheng."

Qi Zhen took a step, but his steps were unsteady.

"Go to the Shen family and kneel down."