537: Chapter 532 I Can Help You

Shen Yan calmly uttered three words.

The previously heated atmosphere instantly cooled down.

The excitement on Ben and Leo's faces faded, replaced by a hint of disappointment and difficulty.

Evelyn's brow furrowed again.

"H Country?"

Her tone carried clear hesitation.

"Mr. Shen, your offer is extremely tempting."

"But going to work in H Country is a decision that requires careful consideration on our part."

"Career planning, family, and many other complex factors."

This was within Shen Yan's expectations.

He was not in a hurry.

He knew that in this world, no one could refuse an opportunity to realize their ambitions.

They just needed time.

However, the most intense reaction came from Arthur.

The light in his eyes seemed to be instantly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

The entire person slumped down.

"H Country..."

He mumbled to himself, his voice full of loss and despair.

"Impossible... They won't let me go..."

Evelyn patted his shoulder and sighed.

The other two also cast sympathetic glances.

Shen Yan looked at him.

"They?"

Arthur looked up, his blue eyes filled with bitterness.

"My family."

"Vance Group."

"I am the sole heir of the family."

He gave a self-mocking laugh.

"In their eyes, I should be studying finance, studying management, learning how to scheme against those old foxes on the Board of Directors."

"Not hiding in a laboratory dealing with these silicon wafers."

"They think this is neglecting my proper duties."

"The fact that I could enter the MIT laboratory was the result of a long struggle."

"They could drag me back at any moment and force me to inherit those hundreds of billions in family assets."

"Go to H Country? They would break my legs."

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, his voice trembling.

"What I want is not that money at all!"

"I just want to be a pure scientific researcher! I want to personally create the world's strongest chip!"

"Why... why don't they just understand!"

The young man's pain and unwillingness were almost overflowing.

Evelyn and the other two fell silent.

They knew Arthur's family matters and understood his suffering.

But this was the internal affair of the Vance family.

It was a story from another world that ordinary people could not interfere with.

Just as Arthur had not fully finished recounting his unknown background.

A cold mechanical voice sounded in Shen Yan's mind without warning.

"Ding!"

"Special talent 'Arthur Vance' detected in severe predicament, triggering random mission: The Heir's Shackles."

"Mission Description: The wings of a genius are bound by a cage of gold. Please help Arthur Vance break free from the family's control, allowing him to fully devote himself to the 'Dawn' project."

"Mission Reward: One piece of advanced wealth intelligence."

"Option One: Removing the firewood from under the cauldron (Financial Warfare). Deploy funds in the tens of billions to launch multi-dimensional financial strikes against Vance Group's listed companies, creating a sharp drop in stock prices and a debt crisis, forcing the Vance family to relinquish control over Arthur Vance in exchange for the Host's ceasefire agreement. Risk: High. Cost: Extremely High. Success Rate: 75%."

"Option Two: Driving the tiger to devour the wolf (Proxy War). Investigate internal conflicts within the Vance family, find and support a collateral branch member ambitious for the succession rights, providing them with funds and resources to incite internal family strife. After the new heir takes power, use this as leverage to exchange for Arthur Vance's freedom. Risk: Medium. Cost: Medium. Success Rate: 85%."

"Option Three: Shedding the cicada's shell (Asset Swap). Persuade the Vance family to package the 'Dawn Laboratory' as a strategic investment crucial to Vance Group's Future Technology layout. Vance Group makes a symbolic capital injection into the laboratory in exchange for a small stake. Arthur Vance enters the laboratory as the family representative, ostensibly to develop new business for the family, but in reality gaining research freedom. Risk: Low. Cost: Low. Success Rate: 95%."

The three options were clearly listed in Shen Yan's consciousness.

He hesitated almost not at all.

Financial warfare was too slow and caused too much commotion.

Proxy war had too many variables.

Only the third option...

At this moment, Arthur finally finished telling his story.

He lowered his head painfully, burying his hands in his blond hair.

"So, I'm sorry, Mr. Shen."

"Your invitation, I..."

The atmosphere around the small round table became incredibly heavy.

Evelyn and the other two looked at Arthur with regret, and then at Shen Yan with helplessness.

This seemed to be an unsolvable dead end.

Shen Yan picked up the glass of champagne he hadn't touched and took a light sip.

The clear wine slid down his throat.

He put down the glass, and the bottom of the glass hit the tabletop, making a crisp sound.

Attracting everyone's attention.

Under the complex gazes of the four, Shen Yan looked at the crestfallen Arthur and slowly spoke.

His voice was calm, yet carried a certainty capable of shattering all shackles.

"I can help you."

Four words, like a stone thrown into a stagnant pool.

The four people present reacted differently.

Evelyn, Ben, and Leo showed pure astonishment.

Help?

How could he help?

That was the Vance Group, a behemoth entrenched in Country M for nearly a hundred years.

And Arthur, the blond young man, first froze, then the bitterness in his eyes turned into even deeper self-mockery.

He raised his head, as if he had heard a huge joke.

"Help me?"

His voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Mr. Shen, I appreciate your good intentions, but you..."

His words caught in his throat, his blue eyes filled with suspicion.

"How could you, an Easterner, possibly interfere in our family's affairs?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Arthur himself stiffened.

He realized the offense and rudeness contained in that sentence.

In the ivory tower of scientific research, he rarely harbored such class or regional prejudice, but the shadow of his family was too immense, causing him to speak carelessly.

Evelyn's brow immediately furrowed, and she lightly touched his arm.

Arthur's face instantly flushed red.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, that's not what I meant..."

He apologized incoherently, "I just... I just think it's too incredible."

Shen Yan's expression did not change at all.

He didn't even pay attention to that offensive remark.

It was as if that sentence was just a bit of noise in the wind, irrelevant to him.

What he truly cared about was the problem itself.

Not the attitude of the person raising the question.

He picked up the business card printed with "Shenyan Technology" from the table and gently placed it in front of Arthur.

"It's too noisy here."

His voice was flat and emotionless.

"The summit organizer has reserved a lounge for me on the third floor."

"If you are interested in hearing a feasible plan, you can follow me."

After speaking, he turned and left without any lingering hesitation.

He didn't look back to see if they followed.

Because he knew they would.

Evelyn and the other two exchanged glances, finally directing their gazes toward Arthur.

Arthur stared intently at the simple business card on the table.

A black card, with two words in gold foil.

Shen Yan.

Like an abyss, filled with unknown attraction.

He abruptly grabbed the card and stood up.

"Let's go!"