86: Chapter 87 A $50 Million Promissory Note Slams You in the Face! A Bloody Warning of a "Billion-Dollar Subsidy" Descends

The afterglow of that earth-shattering gamble at Bund 18 had not yet completely dissipated.

The unfathomable heritage and terrifying execution of the Old Money families had already been displayed to Shen Du in vivid detail.

Barely three days had passed.

Accompanied by a faint yet heavy-as-a-mountain notification sound from the banking system.

A massive sum of overseas capital, having been repeatedly laundered through multiple offshore accounts on Wall Street and with all traces of tracking completely wiped away.

Like a heavenly soldier descending from the sky, it crashed directly into the core, top-secret public account of Jiyuan Technology.

A full one hundred million US dollars!

Looking at the fund entry confirmation slip submitted by the trembling financial director.

Even with the long string of zeros on it, enough to drive any entrepreneur mad, Shen Du's eyes did not ripple in the slightest.

He knew it too well.

This money was not champagne for celebration, but the first batch of ammunition the Wu, Zhou, and Zhu families had placed on the poker table!

In this ever-changing Shura field of capital, speed is the only rule of survival.

The torrent of capital from the northern Beijing Circle and the strangulation plan targeting local giants.

Were like a Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, ready to fall at any moment.

Shen Du had not left himself any time to catch his breath or enjoy the fruits of victory.

"Xu Hao."

Shen Du casually slammed the deposit slip face down on the desk.

He stood up abruptly, grabbed the suit jacket hanging on the back of his chair, his movements sharp and filled with a murderous aura:

"Tell finance to use the highest-level expedited channel immediately. Cut fifty million US dollars directly from this account and issue it as a payable-on-demand cashier's check."

Xu Hao, standing to the side, looked stern and immediately nodded in response: "Understood! Mr. Shen, after the funds are cut, where are we going?"

Shen Du strode out of the office, his deep gaze cast directly toward the gloomy sky of the Magic City outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The corners of his mouth hooked into a cold, sharp arc: "Ready the car. Bring this fifty million dollars in ammunition, we are airdropping directly into the Meituan headquarters!"

Beijing, Meituan headquarters.

In the executive office area, the sound of keyboard clacking and urgent phone ringing rose and fell.

The entire floor was permeated with a sense of tension, like a pressure cooker about to boil over.

Wang Xing was sitting behind a large desk with his brows tightly locked.

He was almost buried by mountains of data reports, ground promotion feedback, and market share line charts.

As several internet giants had been acting more and more frequently in the local services and online shopping sectors recently.

With his keen business sense, he could already clearly feel the suffocating sense that a storm was about to break in the air.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Three steady knocks suddenly sounded.

"Come in."

Wang Xing did not even lift his head. The pen in his hand was still sketching rapidly on the document, subconsciously thinking it was his assistant coming to report the latest battle situation of the ground promotions in each district.

The door was pushed open.

However, what came through was not the familiar light footsteps of his assistant. It was a steady, oppressive sound of leather shoes, stepping directly into the heart of the office.

Wang Xing keenly sensed something unusual. He lifted his head abruptly, and the moment he saw who it was. He was stunned for a second. Then he immediately put down the pen in his hand and quickly stood up from the boss chair.

"Mr. Shen?"

A flash of unconcealable surprise crossed Wang Xing's eyes as he walked up to greet him, "Why did you suddenly come over at this time? You didn't even give a heads-up, so I could have had someone go downstairs to pick you up..."

Shen Du did not stand on ceremony at all, nor did he have any of that empty, pretentious politeness.

He strode to the reception area of the office, sat down on the leather sofa in a bold and imposing manner.

He didn't acknowledge Wang Xing's attempt to pour tea, just slightly raised his hand, his voice cold and crisp: "Xu Hao, give the check to Mr. Wang."

Xu Hao, who had been following behind Shen Du and maintaining a high state of vigilance, immediately stepped forward.

He pulled a cashier's check printed by a top international investment bank from his black briefcase. Holding the edges with both hands, he gently pushed it onto the glass coffee table in front of Wang Xing.

Wang Xing lowered his head in confusion. Originally, he had only thought it was a routine publicity fund allocated by Shen Du.

But the moment he saw the string of dense zeros on that check.

This Meituan leader, who had seen countless storms in the internet business ocean, had his pupils suddenly shrink to the size of pinpoints!

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands... Fifty million! The unit is, US Dollars!!

Wang Xing sucked in a sharp breath, as if someone had slammed a hammer into his chest. His fingers gripping the light check turned white at the knuckles from excessive force.

Calculated at the current exchange rate, this was nearly several hundred million RMB in pure cash flow!

At this critical juncture where various capital forces were tightening their purse strings and watching from the shadows. Who could, without even a heads-up, just slap four or five hundred million in cash onto a coffee table?!

He lifted his head abruptly, staring with confusion at Shen Du, who was sitting on the sofa with a calm expression. His voice carried an uncontrollable tremor and vigilance: "Mr. Shen... what, what does this mean?"

Looking at Wang Xing's face full of shock. Shen Du's expression remained unchanged. He just casually reached out to pick up the empty teacup in front of him and played with it, his tone as flat as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather:

"Mr. Wang, the subsidy war with billion-yuan units hasn't leaked a single bit of news outside yet. I also just obtained the exact trump card through the top-secret channels from Zhou Wennan's side."

Shen Du lifted his eyelids, his gaze like a knife staring straight at Wang Xing. He spat out a term that would make all internet entrepreneurs feel desperate:

"Alibaba Group and the capital from the north have joined forces and are about to forcibly launch the 'Billion Yuan Subsidy Plan' clearing plan."

"Their goal this time is very clear. It is to spare no cost. To use a pure capital barrier to completely crush and squeeze out the market share of Meituan and JD.com from the entire Yangtze River Delta market map!"

"Billion Yuan Subsidy Plan..." Wang Xing muttered these four words repeatedly, his face instantly turning pale. He was also an extremely intelligent person; with a little deduction, he could smell the strong scent of blood behind these four words.

"This fifty million US dollars is the first batch of hedging funds I have prepared for you. It is also the bulletproof vest that will allow Meituan to survive in this billion-level meat grinder."

Shen Du put down the teacup, making a crisp clinking sound, then the topic suddenly shifted, cutting straight to the point:

"But this money isn't free. The second purpose of my visit today is to immediately restructure Meituan's equity architecture!"

Wang Xing lifted his head abruptly, his eyes flickering violently.

Shen Du did not beat around the bush at all, laying out the capital game behind it on the table with extreme bluntness:

"We have been dragged into a dangerous top-level business war. The current situation no longer allows us to develop slowly. If you keep holding more than 70% of the absolute controlling stake on your side. The super investors backing me will feel very insecure, and they will be very unhappy."

"In order to completely bind their chariot of interests. I must cut 45% from the control rights under my name and dilute it directly to them as a token of allegiance."

He stared fixedly into Wang Xing's eyes and threw out the final ultimatum:

"So I came here in person today, first, to bring this fifty million US dollars to save your situation. Second, to ask you for your stance. I, Shen Du, will protect Meituan through this billion-yuan strangulation death trap, Mr. Wang, how much equity can you concede to me?"

The office fell into a deathly silence.