A master of both medicine and martial arts, he picked up a beautiful CEO as his wife.

In Zhu Wanqing's office, a large table was piled high with documents.

Ye Feng sat on the platform, rapidly reviewing the documents. His hands moved quickly, flipping through stacks of papers with a "thump, thump, thump." His brow furrowed intermittently. Zhu Wanqing squatted beside him, helping him separate the documents, sometimes bending down to offer pointers. "You know far more about this business war than I do!"

"A three-pronged attack."

After a short while, Ye Feng slammed down the last document, leaned back lazily in his chair, and said to Zhu Wanqing, "The executive rebellion, the anonymous leaks, the overseas short selling—they all seem like vicious attacks, but in reality, there's only one vital point."

"Which place?" Zhu Wanqing leaned closer nervously, as if she didn't dare to breathe.

"An inside man," Ye Feng said, using only two words. "Look, anonymous leaks and short selling overseas are all used outside. They make a big fuss, but they only hurt the skin and flesh. They can't break your bones. The only things that can destroy the Zhu family are these three ingredients and three senior executives. Working together from the inside and outside, they not only got rid of your people, but also took away the most crucial core technology."

"Cut off your lifeline," Ye Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold as he said, "You're cutting off your very lifeline! The formula is gone, the distribution channels are severed. Even if you survive this round of capital's strangulation, you'll only become an empty shell for others, ultimately being squeezed dry bit by bit!"

Zhu Wanqing gritted her teeth, tears welling in her eyes again. She said, "These three people have been dealing with my grandfather for over ten years, always calling him 'Old Master' and 'President Wanqing'..."

"I can't believe they would stab me in the back! Kill me at the most crucial moment!" Zhu Wanqing gritted her teeth in anger.

"More than ten years is better than anything else, but this money is enough to support three generations of your family. The human heart is the most vulnerable to this test. In peaceful times, anyone can be a loyal minister or general. But when it comes to risking your life to find a new path, not many can hold on!"

Zhu Wanqing asked, "So, is there any way now?"

"The water can't be taken back." Ye Feng suddenly had a glint in his eye: "But the one who spilled the water can turn around and suppress it."

He pulled out the information on the three executives and said with a disdainful look, "When poaching people or technology, who are they most afraid of? Turning against you. These three were poached by the Zhao family, so they must have been paid a hefty price. But they can't be paid openly; they have to do it covertly. The transfer records, the whispered conversations, the secret agreements... As long as we trace the money, we'll definitely find the trail!"

"Hey! Find Old Zhou again." He looked at Lin Yuqing, "Investigate the flow of funds for these three people over the past two weeks. If any transaction involves the Zhao family or any of CDH Investments' companies, then it's irrefutable evidence."

Lin Yuqing understood, immediately stood up, ran to the side, and took out her phone.

Less than an hour later, the message came back.

Two of the three had already been thoroughly bewitched, completely swayed by their promises, and were now wholeheartedly committed to transferring the Zhu family's techniques to the Zhao family. But what about the third one?

Zhou Mingcheng, the technical director of Zhu's company, had a sum of illicit money coming in, but he didn't take any action. After submitting his resignation, he secretly took his wife and children to live with his maternal grandparents.

"This guy." He held the document and tapped the three characters "Zhou Mingcheng" twice with his thumb, meaningfully, "He's guilty but not broken. He's probably got his neck stuck, in a bind, and can't sleep at night."

"This guy," he said, his eyes darting around, "is the perfect leverage point."

"But what if he denies it to the death?" Zhu Wanqing was still uneasy. "If the Zhao family dared to let him do it, they would definitely have him by the throat, and he wouldn't dare."

"Humans are driven by self-interest and avoid harm; it's human nature." Ye Feng was very confident. "He's carrying a bag of worthless, worthless money, and his family was sent away overnight. What does that mean? It proves he knows this is a pirate ship, destined to capsize sooner or later, and he'll be used as a scapegoat sooner or later. I'm just going to tell him the fears he wouldn't even dare to imagine!"

"When people get to this point, they'll grab onto any straw thrown at them as a lifeline." Ye Feng stood up from his seat.

Lin Yuqing stood to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. This guy had figured it out; his greatest strength had never been his medical skills or his hands, but rather his all-seeing eyes. He believed in winning hearts and minds first! Every time, he would first rip out his opponent's heart before even making his move.

That evening, Ye Feng went alone to the small hotel where Zhou Mingcheng was staying.

There were no threats, no bait, and certainly no physical violence. All that was laid bare before him was the record of the funds' flow, along with the Zhao family's history of using and discarding money to cover up murders over the years.

"You took the benefits the Zhao family gave you, but you didn't dare use a single penny. Instead, you hid from your family overnight." Ye Feng looked at him, his calmness terrifying. "You know better than anyone that the Zhao family are the kind of people who betray their benefactors after using them. They got the formula, and you, as an 'insider' who saw everything, are just one of the few survivors they want to eliminate."

Zhou Mingcheng's face turned white in an instant.

"You have two choices." Ye Feng held out his hands. "One is to keep this money you can't spend and wait anxiously for people to come and 'thank' you; the other is to tell them everything you know, and then turn around and bite them. The Zhu family remembers your kindness over the years, as do the Lin family and me, and we'll help you and your family live a more stable life."

"You can decide for yourself which road is wider."

Zhou Mingcheng sat on the bed, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the carpet.

He struggled for a while, and then his shoulders, which had been held high out of fear, suddenly collapsed as if ripped off by something.

He reached out shakily and found a tiny USB flash drive at the very bottom of a compartment in his bag.

"In here... are the recordings of all the secret conversations they forced me to tell them, the ones where they pressured me to sell you out, and..." his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, "...that secret agreement forcing me to steal the formula!"

He looked at Ye Feng with teary eyes, "Mr. Ye... please save me! I beg you! Put my whole family and me in your hands! I'll do whatever you say."

Ye Feng casually picked up the still-hot USB drive. His fingers trembled slightly, but his lips slowly curled up.

"make a deal."

The most crucial piece in the Zhao family's carefully laid plan turned out to be a knife stabbing into their own heart.