I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

The private room was filled with the aroma of tea. Lin Ting held the cup of Da Hong Pao tea, blew away the floating leaves on the surface, and took a sip.

Bai Zongming stood across the tea table, looking at the empty surface.

Lin Ting didn't even bother to pour tea, completely disregarding this bigwig from the provincial capital.

Bai Zongming had been a tyrant in the provincial capital for twenty years, and he was always a guest of honor in the offices of any wealthy tycoon. But today, he was turned away by a village chief in the countryside.

His face darkened, and he pulled out the mahogany chair opposite him and sat down heavily.

"Old Master Lin, let's not beat around the bush," Bai Zongming said, placing his hands on the table.

"That little bastard Bai Yu is ignorant and ruined your business, I admit defeat. The Bai family will give up 30% of the shares in the South District Logistics Park."

The Bai family will cover the 500 million yuan bridge loan from the Mitsui Group themselves.

Regarding Deputy Director Liu's matter, the Bai family will handle the road administration, ensuring that the authorities don't cause trouble for Tazhai.

Bai Zongming stared into Lin Ting's eyes.

"Is this sincerity enough to buy peace in Tazhai?" Bai Zongming asked.

Lin Ting put down his teacup, the porcelain clinking against the wooden table.

"A 30% stake?" Lin Ting leaned back in his chair, fiddling with the two walnuts in his hands again. "Patriarch Bai, are you using my Lin family's money to buy my Lin family's peace?"

Bai Zongming's brows furrowed into a knot.

"That 750 million in the stock market, was it your Lin family that threw it away?" Bai Zongming's voice rose, and he placed his hands on the edge of the table.

"Lin Ting, don't play tricks. Even if Tazhai made a fortune, they can't just casually pull out a billion yuan in cash flow."

"You've poured all your money into Bai's Port Holdings, and now your Lin family doesn't even have money to pay your workers' wages, right?"

Bai Zongming sneered.

"You're just an empty shell right now. Giving you 30% of the shares is to give you a way out."

"If this drags on, the Bai family can easily withdraw funds from the bank and completely sever the financial chain of your Tazhai village."

Standing behind Lin Ting, Lin Fu listened to these words, then pulled a brown paper document bag from his briefcase and slammed it onto the table in front of Bai Zongming.

"Master Bai, take a look at this before making an offer," Lin Fu said.

Bai Zongming glanced at Lin Fu, reached out and untied the binding of the document bag, pulling out a few sheets of A4 paper.

Bai Zongming froze after just one glance.

The paper contained all the transaction records of Bai's Port Holdings over the past three years, showing how it used empty cargo ships for smuggling and fraudulent import and export trade.

Every single fund was precisely directed to the Mitsui Group's offshore accounts.

At the very bottom, Bai Yu's handwritten signature and the Bai family's official seal are clearly printed.

That's not all. Bai Zongming quickly flipped through the pages.

The records of false invoices issued by Su's building materials company, the foreign exchange transfer details of Wang's private hospital, and the offsetting accounts of Zhao's underground bank are all listed.

They even recorded the exact time when Bai Zongming privately met with a high-ranking official from the province at Baiyun Villa last month and presented him with two gold bars, word for word.

"That bitch Leng Qiu gave you the account book!" Bai Zongming suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot, the A4 paper in his hand crumpled in his hand.

He instinctively reached for the file folder on the table, trying to snatch all the remaining original documents.

Lin Fu reacted quickly, grabbing the file bag and pulling it back into his briefcase.

"The infrastructure project worth 3 billion yuan was entirely fed to foreign investors by your four major families, bones and flesh."

Lin Ting stopped playing with the walnuts and stared directly at Bai Zongming.

"Your Bai family, in alliance with the Su family, has monopolized the building materials distribution channels in the provincial capital, cutting off Lin's Construction's supply of materials."

You colluded with Mitsui, using outdated machine tools to strangle Hongtu Factory.

"Now that I have the ledger, your lifeline is cut off, and you think you can just give me some shares to get rid of me?"

Bai Zongming was so angry he was panting heavily. He knew the weight of this ledger.

As long as Lin Ting hands over the original documents, the entire Bai family will be imprisoned, and Bai's Port will be shut down tomorrow.

The alliance of the four major families was utterly vulnerable in the face of this irrefutable evidence.

"In the business world, it's all about ability," Bai Zongming retorted through gritted teeth.

"Your Lin family has manufactured specialty cement and five-axis machine tools, and we accept that. But what exactly do you want?"

"Fifty percent!" Before Lin Ting could speak, Bai Zongming immediately increased the stakes, "The control of Bai's Port will be split in half. Lin Ting, leave yourself some leeway."

The four major families have been operating in the provincial capital for decades, and their connections with officials are deeply entrenched.

Even if you hand over the account books, the higher-ups will suppress them to maintain stability. If pushed too far, everyone will fight to the death, and your Lin family won't come out unscathed!

Bai Zongming attempted to use his official power to suppress Lin Ting.

Lin Ting smiled.

He stood up, placed his hands on the edge of the tea table, and looked down at Bai Zongming.

"What I want is not shares," Lin Ting said calmly.

Bai Zongming stared intently at him, waiting for him to continue.

"All the companies under the Bai family that are related to building materials and heavy industry, along with the South District Logistics Park, will be transferred to the Lin family free of charge before dawn tomorrow," Lin Ting said, word by word.

Bai Zongming was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"What did you say?"

"People of the Bai family, take the remaining cash in your accounts and get out of Jiangnan Province." Lin Ting straightened up. "This is the last way out that the Lin family is leaving you."

Bai Zongming suddenly stood up, knocking the mahogany chair behind him to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Lin Ting! You have too much of an appetite!" Bai Zongming shouted, pointing at Lin Ting's nose.

"Do you really think you can swallow up the Bai family with just a few scraps of paper? Even if you want to take over all of the Bai family's heavy industry and building materials businesses in one go, the provincial State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission will not allow it!"

The provincial capital isn't your Tazhai's back mountain! You think you can swallow up the businesses of the four major families in one bite? Aren't you afraid of overeating and dying?

Whether the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission agrees or not is a matter for tomorrow. Tonight, the Bai family must relinquish power.

Lin Ting picked up the teacup and poured the remaining half-cup of tea onto the ground.

"What do you think you can fight me with? Just those twenty armed idiots downstairs? Show them out."

Bai Zongming laughed out loud in anger and nodded repeatedly.

"Great! Very good!" Bai Zongming took out his phone and sent a text message in front of Lin Ting.

"Since you're not giving us a way out, don't blame the Bai family for overturning the table."

Bai Zongming placed his hands on the table and lowered his voice.

"Those walnuts in your hand, are they Ninth Master's? Back then, Ninth Master was a powerful figure in Jiangnan, but in the end, he still ended up drowning in the river."

Lin Ting, do you really think you can hold back the provincial capital's trump card?

Lin Ting looked at him without saying a word.

"The Blood Robe Gang has been inactive for five years." Bai Zongming loosened his tie.

Five years ago, the Black Tiger Gang in the north of the city was disobedient, and the Blood Robe Hall destroyed three of their branches overnight, sending more than a hundred people to the hospital.

Today, we'll use these five hundred people from Tazhai as a sacrifice for our flag!

After saying that, Bai Zongming turned around and strode towards the door of the private room, pulling open the heavy soundproof door.

Outside the door, the dozen or so men from Zhongtang who had been guarding the corridor were retreating step by step.

At the end of the corridor, all four elevators stopped at the top floor with their doors wide open, and the fire escape door in the stairwell was also kicked open.

Hundreds of unfamiliar thugs, dressed in blood-red short-sleeved shirts and with tattoos on their arms, crowded into the corridor.

These people weren't carrying batons; they were all armed with fully sharpened machetes. The blades gleamed white under the corridor's wall lamps.

The leader, a scarred man, stepped over the shards of glass scattered on the ground, the tip of his knife dragging on the ground, making a grating scraping sound.

The corridor was completely blocked, a sea of ​​red that completely sealed off the entrance to the Emperor's Box.