One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Shen Yichen gently placed the goggles in his hand on the low table next to him.

He picked up a cup of black tea that had been cooled to a warm temperature and slowly took a sip.

"Third Uncle, Third Uncle, he still does things so straightforwardly, with that nouveau riche vibe."

Shen Yichen shook his head.

There wasn't much anger on that gentle face; instead, it carried the helplessness of a junior looking at the stubborn habits of an elder.

"He always thought that throwing money at someone was the most straightforward and efficient way to resolve the issue."

Shen Feng stood to the side, and replied with some concern:

"Feng Zhenghao is no ordinary merchant. He is one of the Ten Elders of the Extraordinary World, with connections to all, and he is extremely cunning."

It's rather conspicuous for a secular business group like ours to spend 300 million to compete with him for a Taoist artifact.

My subordinate is worried that Changqing Group has now completely come under Feng Zhenghao's scrutiny.

"That's for sure."

Shen Yichen stood up and tried walking a few steps in the room wearing his heavy ski boots, seemingly getting used to the heavy feeling of his steps.

“I’ve studied Feng Zhenghao’s rise to power. He’s like a hunting dog with a keen sense of smell; once he catches even the slightest hint of blood, he’ll follow you relentlessly until he’s completely destroyed.”

"Uncle was indeed not careful enough this time, and caused us a lot of trouble for no reason."

Shen Yichen stopped and turned to look at the rolling, snow-white mountain range outside the window.

The morning sun shone on the snow, reflecting a dazzling light.

"But it doesn't matter anyway."

He chuckled softly, his tone indifferent.

“Our Shen family has been lying low in the shadows for so long, it’s only a matter of time before we step into the limelight.”

"If Feng Zhenghao wants to investigate, let him investigate. Our Changqing Group's accounts are perfectly clean on the surface, and the taxes we pay in a year can support several counties."

"If he really has the ability to dig up our secrets by following those minor details..."

Shen Yichen shrugged, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing in his eyes:

"Then, we can simply invite Chairman Feng to be a guest at our ancestral hall."

After saying these words, which were laced with murderous intent...

Shen Yichen's expression changed rapidly.

He grabbed the goggles from the table and put them on, then picked up the skis leaning against the door, radiating an eager energy.

"Alright, business is done. We can't waste this precious time."

Shen Yichen patted Shen Feng on the shoulder and announced with great enthusiasm:

"Come on! Come with me to the ski slope! I'm going to conquer that beginner slope today!"

"I fell four times yesterday, and my butt still hurts. If I don't slip and fall down today, I'll treat you to hot pot tonight!"

Looking at this somewhat unruly third young master, Shen Feng bowed respectfully.

"I'll go prepare the car right away."

He sighed inwardly: The Third Young Master's mentality is even more carefree than that of the Patriarch.

……

Beijing, Tianxia Group.

Feng Zhenghao held a cup of black coffee, his gaze fixed intently on the huge floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.

At the desk.

Feng Shayan was holding a thick folder and giving a detailed report.

"Dad, we had the IT department investigate overnight."

Feng Shayan opened the folder, pointing to the rows of complex data charts on it, her voice crisp and clear.

"Changqing Group was founded thirty years ago. Its main businesses cover ocean shipping in the southeast coastal areas, biopharmaceuticals, and the booming development of new energy in recent years."

“This is a purely private company. But strangely, their equity structure is very complex, with multiple layers of cross-shareholding, and the ultimate beneficiaries are hidden behind several offshore trust funds.”

Feng Shayan closed the file, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, and raised her question:

"The chairman on the surface is named Shen San. His resume is very clean. He is a model entrepreneur who started from scratch and has been a major taxpayer and philanthropist in the local area every year."

"Our business competitors describe them as low-key, financially strong, and never engaging in cutthroat competition."

"There is not a trace of involvement with the world of supernatural beings."

After listening to my daughter's report.

Feng Zhenghao placed his coffee cup on the table with a soft thud.

“Shayan.”

"When an elephant walks through the forest, no matter how carefully it walks, it will inevitably break a few branches and leave some footprints."

"How could a group of such enormous size, spanning multiple core sectors, have expanded without ever having any conflicts of interest with local power brokers or outsiders?"

Feng Zhenghao gently shook his head, his tone very firm:

"This in itself is the biggest flaw."

Feng Shayan nodded thoughtfully:

"You mean, their cleanliness is a deliberate act?"

"It's not just a disguise."

Feng Zhenghao stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the bustling city.

“Yesterday at the auction, when that young man named Shen Ze bid 300 million to buy the Heavenly Ruler, he didn’t even blink.”

"That's not the flaunting of a nouveau riche; it's a kind of fanaticism that is determined to achieve a goal."

"Why would an ordinary merchant need an ancient Taoist artifact that's useless except for warding off evil spirits? To protect his house?"

Feng Zhenghao turned around, looked at his daughter, and gave the order:

"Notify Xing Tong and have him utilize the Tianxia Society's intelligence network."

"Don't investigate Changqing Group's accounts, investigate the freight routes of their logistics companies! Investigate the raw material procurement channels of their biopharmaceutical plants!"

"Also, find out if that Shen San has come into contact with any wandering cultivators or extraordinary individuals in famous mountains and rivers in recent years."

"remember."

Feng Zhenghao gave a special instruction, his expression serious:

"All investigations will be conducted using only ordinary business methods to get to the bottom of things. The use of superhuman abilities to confront them head-on is absolutely forbidden."

"The other side dares to stir things up so deeply; their trump card is definitely not simple. We must not alert them before we figure out their tactics."

"Understood." Feng Shayan replied readily and turned to go out to assign tasks.

"and many more."

Feng Zhenghao called out to her.

He then picked up his phone from the table, his face once again displaying that gentle and familiar smile.

"Get the car ready, and while you're at it, go to the warehouse and grab those two boxes of specially supplied Da Hong Pao tea. We need to go to Xishan Manor."

Feng Shayan was a little puzzled: "Dad, we didn't get a picture of the Heavenly Ruler. Is it really okay for us to go to see the real person empty-handed?"

"What do you know?"

Feng Zhenghao shook his head with a smile as he dialed the number:

"A person of such high standing doesn't care how valuable the gift you give them is; what they care about is your attitude!"

“We’ve come all this way to Beijing, it would be a real shame not to pay them a visit.”

Chapter 458 I heard from Chu Lan that your daughter is getting married?

Afternoons at Xishan Manor are always leisurely and languid.

Zhang Chulan was squatting by the pool, holding a small brush, painstakingly brushing the dust off Zhang Tianyi's leather shoes.

Wang Ye lay on a bamboo mat under a pillar, his face covered with a thread-bound Taoist classic, breathing evenly.

Zhuge Qing sat to the side sipping tea, casually giving Zhang Chulan pointers with his eyes.

As for Feng Baobao, she was sitting in the middle of a pile of garlic.

He peeled the garlic very quickly, and after peeling one, he threw it into the iron basin next to him with a crisp "plop" sound.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang once.

Zhang Chulan threw down the foam-covered brush in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Old Wang! Go open the door! My hand's occupied!"

"Don't go."

Wang Ye hadn't even taken the book off his face, and his voice was muffled.

"I'm a patient today, and the aftereffects haven't fully healed yet; I'm feeling dizzy."

"Don't give me that! The advisor already said you've been sleeping too much!"

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to argue his case, the nanny opened the gate from the inside.

Feng Zhenghao walked in with Feng Shayan, who was wearing a black dress, and a smile on her face.

"Oh, President Feng! Sister Shayan!"

When Zhang Chulan saw that it was his sugar daddy, he immediately wiped his hands haphazardly on his apron and greeted him with a bright smile.

"Two rare guests, please come in! My advisor has just woken up from his afternoon nap and is listening to music in the back hall."

Feng Zhenghao's smile deepened as he looked at Zhang Chulan's casual, home-cooked attire.