164: Chapter 165 Foreign Investors' Baffled Crackdown on Lower-Level Employees!

It was early August.

The domestic internet sinking market was, on the surface, still a scene of fierce, life-and-death struggle, like oil poured onto a raging fire.

Under the instruction of Young Master Su Chi.

The three competing companies representing the interests of the foreign capital and Beijing Circle alliance—Alibaba Group, Douyin, and Pinduoduo—not only showed no signs of decline on the surface but, on the contrary, high-profilely issued a joint announcement to the public.

They vowed with certainty that they would "continue to increase investment and fight the subsidy war to the end."

For a time, the entire domestic business world believed that this thrilling money-burning war would continue to rage endlessly in the quagmire of the second half of the year.

However, beneath this noisy surface of "openly repairing the plank road," a cold-blooded, textbook-level "secretly crossing the Chencang" was quietly advancing at a hair-raising speed.

When the entire market was distracted by the overwhelming PR releases from those three companies, Young Master Su Chi, sitting deep within the Beijing courtyard, had already raised the sharpest butcher's knife against the allies in his own camp without the slightest hesitation.

He secretly contacted hidden local Beijing Circle forces that had been dormant and unexposed within Beijing.

With ruthless, decisive means, he proceeded to conduct a thorough reshuffle of the underlying equity structure of these three companies!

Through layers of nested nominee holding agreements, fake debt restructuring, and covert private placements, Young Master Su Chi had quietly and imperceptibly hollowed out and transferred all the truly core share assets of these three companies to the name of a local, hidden front man that he absolutely controlled.

This was a vicious "cicada shedding its skin" maneuver.

And the most ironic part was that those Beijing Circle overseas shareholders, who had thrown away billions of US dollars in real money—even digging into their own coffin funds—were completely unaware of this!

They still sat in their luxurious villas on the other side of the ocean, looking at the fake financial reports sent by Young Master Su Chi every day, dreaming the sweet dream of returning to the pinnacle of domestic power, having completely become a group of puppets kept in the dark.

The reason Young Master Su Chi dared to so blatantly devour his allies' assets was precisely because he held a tight grip on their most fatal weakness—their identities.

These remnants of the old guard who had been forced to flee overseas due to various economic problems and power struggles back then carried sensitive wanted notices or grey industry labels.

As long as domestic laws were still in operation, they would absolutely never dare to step foot into the country.

This uncrossable chasm of geography and jurisprudence formed a fatal information gap, which also became the perfect barrier for Young Master Su Chi to control the overall situation and wantonly slaughter his allies!

In fact, if one digs a little deeper, it is not difficult to discover that the reason these Beijing Circle old-timers, who once summoned wind and rain in Beijing, were like moths to a flame, crazily pouring billions of dollars into a domestic sinking market they could never set foot in, was not just for pure financial returns.

What they were truly plotting was a "get-out-of-jail-free card" that would allow them to see the light of day again.

These people dreamed of washing clean their shameful identities as "fugitives."

In their wishful thinking, as long as they could use this massive capital to take down the three giants—Alibaba Group, Douyin, and Pinduoduo—and control hundreds of millions of bottom-layer users and vast social influence, they would have the bargaining chips to engage in interest swaps with the emerging domestic power.

By then, carrying vast capital and social influence, they could logically reach a compromise with domestic forces, end their life of exile in glory, and safely return to that center of power.

However, Young Master Su Chi had accurately and cruelly grasped these people's desire to "wash clean and return to the country."

Facing the impending total collapse of the sinking market war, Young Master Su Chi knew better than anyone that once the truth of the defeat reached overseas, those old remnants who had bled so much money would absolutely bite back like mad dogs, making him, Young Master Su Chi, bear all the blame and responsibility for the defeat.

To eliminate future trouble and completely digest the billions in assets he had swallowed, Young Master Su Chi not only had to clean them out financially but also had to completely root them out physically!

For this reason, this transnational young master, who once spouted Ivy League elite theories, completely transformed into a venomous snake flicking its tongue, carefully laying out a "dead-end" trap that could be described as "extinguishing the lineage."

Young Master Su Chi did not use any modern communication equipment that would easily leave electronic traces.

He directly dispatched his most trusted confidant, the Old Butler, who also understood the depths of the Beijing Circle, to take a private jet overnight and fly secretly to Hong Kong, the hub of Asian intelligence.

In that hidden, decadent club in Hong Kong, the Old Butler knocked on the doors of the liaisons for those few overseas families and threw out a secret, yet fatal bait that this group of fugitives could not possibly resist.

"The Young Master asked me to bring a message: the situation within the country has changed. In Beijing, a 'big boss' has noticed our influence in the sinking market and is very interested in the plates in your hands."

The Old Butler, without changing his expression, delivered the lie carefully fabricated by Young Master Su Chi, his tone filled with convincing calmness: "The big boss has spoken. As long as you helmsmen are willing to show sincerity and fly to the country in person to settle the interests face-to-face, that big shot with connections to the heavens is willing to personally guarantee your 'safe landing,' completely wipe away all the bad debts from back then, and welcome you all back into the game!"

For those old-timers who had been hiding in fear overseas for many years and dreaming of returning to the country to wash clean, these words were simply heavenly music that struck their souls.

They did not realize at all that behind this "invitation to return to the country," wrapped in sweet honey, was a bloody mouth opened wide to suck their marrow and bones.

When they received the news brought by the Old Butler, those core helmsmen of the overseas families hiding in the luxury mansions on Victoria Peak in Hong Kong were almost ecstatic.

They thought they had finally endured the long, dark days of exile and ushered in the dawn of seeing the light of day again.

Faced with the huge temptation of "washing clean and returning to the country," these old Beijing Circle foxes, who had struggled in the business sea, completely lost their most basic vigilance.

They did not delve into the logical loopholes behind this at all and impatiently arranged a cross-border private jet, flying directly to Zhejiang, Great Xia, which had been designated as the "secret meeting spot."

A few hours later, a luxurious Gulfstream G650, under the cover of night, slowly landed on a secret tarmac at an international airport in Zhejiang.

The family heads inside the cabin had even changed into exquisite custom-made suits, congratulating each other.

They imagined that after the cabin door opened, they would be greeted by a laid-out red carpet and a high-level reception motorcade sent by that "big boss with connections to the heavens."

However, when the heavy cabin door slowly descended with a hydraulic sound, what awaited them was not some reception courtesy.

"Don't move! Hands on your heads, walk down slowly!"

The icy, piercing glare of searchlights instantly tore through the night, stinging the eyes of the people at the cabin door so they couldn't open them at all.

Until their vision gradually adapted, these old-timers, who were having a pipe dream, realized with extreme terror that the entire tarmac had long been surrounded by rows of fully armed special police!

The dazzling red and blue police lights flashed crazily in the night, and the dark gun barrels mercilessly locked onto the cabin entrance.

"What... what is going on?! A misunderstanding! Is there some kind of misunderstanding?!"

"We are the distinguished guests invited back by the Su Family! Do you know who I am?!"

Accompanied by a few desperate and terrified screams, these big shots who once summoned wind and rain in Beijing were pressed firmly to the ground by special police who descended like tigers from the mountains, before their feet even had a chance to touch a breath of fresh air.

Cold handcuffs mercilessly locked their wrists.

In less than ten minutes, the most core backbone of these four overseas families was wiped out in one fell swoop, and every single one of them was forcibly escorted onto the riot police vehicles flashing with police lights.

In the airport VIP terminal less than three hundred meters from the arrest scene, Young Master Su Chi, wearing a well-tailored high-end trench coat, sat calmly on the sofa in the dimly lit VIP room, holding a glass of expensive Bordeaux red wine.

He slightly lifted his chin.

Through the huge one-way explosion-proof glass wall, he watched everything happening on the tarmac not far away with cold eyes, as if looking at a group of dead things.