The next morning, Su Corporation, 32nd floor, top-floor meeting room.

The projector light hit the screen, currently displaying the financial statements of the previous quarter.

Su Chen sat in the main seat, listening to the CFO rattle off about a certain cost expenditure. His pen tip was just about to fall to make a note.

"Bang—"

The door of the meeting room was kicked open from the outside by someone.

The heavy wooden door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, and the door handle chipped off a piece of white plaster from the wall, which fell rustlingly onto the dark gray carpet.

Long Aofeng was wearing a meticulously tailored black custom suit, with the collar unbuttoned by two buttons, revealing a gold chain below his collarbone.

Gold-rimmed sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, hands in his pockets, he swaggered in.

Four bodyguards in black filed in behind him, two guarding the door and two guarding the windows, with clear division of labor and well-trained, looking at them, one could tell they hadn't done this kind of work a little.

Long Aofeng walked up to the conference table, casually pulled out an empty chair, sat down with a thud, and crossed his legs.

Su Chen's signature pen stopped.

Yu Wantang stood up.

"President Long, we are holding a board meeting. You barged in without an appointment..."

The assistant nearby skillfully took out a lighter, and with a "click," leaned in to light it.

Long Aofeng took a deep drag, exhaling a ball of white smoke, which sprayed straight towards Su Chen's direction.

"For me, Long Aofeng, to come is giving you face. Do I still need an appointment?"

He tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth curving into an arc.

"President Su, I'm here today for only one matter. That plot of land in the south of the city belonging to Su Corporation, I'll offer 200 million. You sign it, and I'll leave. If you don't sign..."

He raised his wrist, glanced at the ten-million-worth limited-edition watch, and flicked the ash carelessly.

"I'll give you three minutes, otherwise I'll make Su Corporation's stock price hit the limit-down just for fun."

The temperature in the meeting room instantly dropped to freezing point.

The faces of several shareholders and executives sitting on both sides of the long table changed uniformly, as if they had collectively been choked by the neck.

Someone had already fished out their phone, fingers trembling as they opened the stock trading software, staring fixedly at the trend chart of Su Corporation's stock.

Among them, a short, fat middle-aged man had a greasy layer of fine sweat bursting out on his forehead, wiping back and forth with a handkerchief, leaning his body forward, and lowering his voice to whisper into Su Chen's ear.

"President Su... We all know the style of Long Capital. They hold tens of billions in funds; crushing us is like child's play to them. How about... How about we talk first?"

The others also nodded in agreement, their expressions changing, the wrinkles on their faces squeezing into a chrysanthemum shape, forcing a flattering smile at Long Aofeng.

"President Long, President Su might just be unable to turn the corner for a moment. In business, harmony brings wealth. Whatever thoughts you have, let's sit down and talk properly, why must we make things so chaotic?"

Long Aofeng didn't even look at him, his hand holding the cigarette pointing in mid-air, the ash rustlingly falling onto the conference table.

"Su Chen, two minutes."

Su Chen slapped the signature pen onto the table with a "bang," his face ashen.

"Long Aofeng, don't even think about it. My Su Corporation does honest business with you, I am not afraid of you, nor will I compromise with you."

Long Aofeng's hand holding the cigarette paused.

He turned his head, looking at Su Chen, the eyes behind the sunglasses revealing a chill. In this city, no one had ever dared to speak such tough words in front of him.

"It seems President Su does not agree with my suggestion. How truly unappreciative."

He snatched the phone from the assistant's hand, abruptly stood up, the chair dragged backward by his leg for half a meter, hitting the wall with a "clang" sound.

He shoved the phone to his ear, roaring lowly into it, the veins on his neck bulging one by one.

"Smash it for me! Within three minutes, smash Su Corporation's stock price to the limit down! Keep smashing! Smash it until it delists! Don't leave them a single cent! Did you hear me! Not a single! Cent! Left!"

After roaring, he fiercely hung up the phone, slamming it onto the table, the screen cracking with a fissure.

He propped his hands on the table surface, leaned down, staring fixedly at Su Chen.

"President Su, it's still not too late to change your mind. I'll count to three, you sign, and I'll let them stop. Three, two..."

In the corner.

Yu Wantang sat in the position closest to the door, holding a black hardcover notebook in her hand, with a cup of steaming wolfberry tea placed on the table in front of her.

Thanks to the professional quality cultivated during her many years as an overworked corporate worker, whenever the boss held a meeting, she would definitely turn on her phone's recording function, placing the phone right next to the notebook with the microphone facing the main seat.

Long Aofeng's earlier roar of "smash it until it delists" had extremely clear recording results, capturing even the hissing breathing sounds in his throat clearly, and even picking up the gasp of a certain shareholder in the distance taking in a breath of cold air.

Yu Wantang expressionlessly pressed the stop button and turned off the phone screen.

She picked up her thermos cup, took a sip, and then unhurriedly stood up, silently exiting the meeting room and closing the door behind her.

In the corridor, she leaned against the wall, her fingers operating swiftly on the screen. First, she opened her email, dragged the two-minute recording file into the attachment, and sent it anonymously to the CSRC's whistleblowing mailbox.

Send successful.

Then she switched to the dialing interface and pressed three digits.

"Hello, is this the Economic Crime Investigation Brigade? I want to report under my real name that Long Aofeng, chairman of Long Corporation, is suspected of maliciously manipulating the securities market. I have complete recording evidence proving that he is maliciously crashing the stock of Su Corporation."

She paused and added a sentence.

"Yes, he brought a few bodyguards and is still in the meeting room on the 32nd floor of Su Corporation. He threatened our President Su in person, and the sound of him smashing the phone can also be heard in the recording."

Hanging up the phone, Yu Wantang stuffed her phone back into her pocket, lowered her head to pat away non-existent dust on her sleeves, pushed open the meeting room door again, and walked in.

Inside the meeting room, Long Aofeng had just finished venting that vicious temper, and was now propping his hands on the table surface, condescendingly glancing down at Su Chen with a smug smile at the corner of his mouth.

"President Su, get ready for bankruptcy liquidation. Even if you kneel down and beg me now, it's useless. What I, Long Aofeng, say—"

He dragged out the end of his sentence, extending his index finger to wave it in front of Su Chen.

"Water that has been poured out cannot be taken back!"

Su Chen sat in the chair, hands tightly gripping the armrests, knuckles turning white. Several shareholders nearby had faces ashen as death, and someone had already closed their eyes in pain, as if by not seeing it, it wouldn't happen.

Long Aofeng straightened his waist, tidied his collar, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch again.

"The last minute, President Su, enjoy your last—"

Suddenly, a neat and uniform sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

The door of the meeting room was pushed open from the outside.

Yu Wantang sat back in her seat, picked up that cup of wolfberry tea, and blew on the steam floating on the surface.

It arrived half a minute faster than she expected.