545: Chapter 54 Investigate

This information had already been mentioned in the system's intelligence report.

Getting confirmation from Ning Ke again proved the accuracy of the intelligence.

"If you really want to play, be careful not to get yourself into trouble," Ning Ke advised.

"I have a sense of proportion," Shen Yan stood up.

"Leaving so soon?" Ning Ke seemed surprised. "Won't you have a cup of tea?"

"I still have things to do."

Shen Yan took the invitation and turned to leave.

Ning Ke watched his retreating figure, shook his head, and muttered to himself.

"Madman."

"In the business world, everyone is indeed a group of madmen."

Returning to the hotel suite.

The sky had completely darkened.

The city's neon lights cast mottled shadows on the smooth floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wu Ya was still sitting in front of the computer, her expression focused.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked up.

"Mr. Shen."

"Did you finish your tasks?"

"Mm."

Shen Yan casually placed the invitation on the table, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

He walked to the window and looked outside.

The night view of Victoria Harbour was like a spilled tray of jewels.

But he wasn't looking at the scenery.

He was constructing an invisible net in his mind.

"What about the materials I requested?"

"They have been preliminarily organized, Mr. Shen."

Wu Ya handed him the tablet computer.

"I contacted the top consulting firm in Hong Kong City, 'McDowell'. They agreed to provide background information, asset status, and a social network map for all core members of the He Family within two hours."

"Additionally, through local channels, we obtained a list of potential buyers who might attend this auction—seventeen companies or individuals in total."

Shen Yan took the tablet, his fingers sliding rapidly across the screen.

Names, faces, and sets of data flashed before his eyes.

His brain processed this information like a supercomputer at high speed.

"Not enough."

Shen Yan's voice was low, yet carried an unquestionable command.

"What I need to know isn't this surface-level stuff."

He turned around and looked at Wu Ya.

"Contact the 'Hummingbird' Private Detective Agency in Hong Kong City, and tell their boss I will pay triple the price."

"I want every minute of He Wanqing's movements from the past week, precise down to the minute."

"Who she met, who she spoke with, where she went, and what she bought."

"Also, who she trusts the most, and what her biggest weakness is."

Wu Ya's heart skipped a beat.

She knew that Mr. Shen's 'war machine' had been fully activated.

This method of spending without regard for cost and digging to the very bottom was his true style.

"Yes, I'll handle it immediately."

"One more thing," Shen Yan added.

"Look into Wu Dong's recent movements."

Wu Ya paused her actions.

"Wu Dong? Hasn't he always kept to himself, never interfering with us?"

It was known that after Mei Jinning and Chen Wu suffered losses at Shen Yan's hands a few times, even the local powers dared not provoke Shen Yan; Wu Dong was one of them.

"Intuition," Shen Yan uttered two words lightly.

"Hong Kong City is a convergence point for international capital, and also a haven for money laundering and asset transfer."

"A seemingly inconspicuous shell like 'Victoria Jewelry,' which has a long history and clean channels, is very attractive to certain people looking to whitewash black money."

"Check his recent cash flow, especially any flowing into Hong Kong City through underground banks."

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Wu Ya's back.

Mr. Shen's business acumen was frighteningly sharp.

He could always smell danger and opportunity in the most inconspicuous corners.

"I understand."

Wu Ya immediately turned and began making calls.

In the room, only the crisp sound of keyboard typing remained.

Shen Yan walked back to the window.

The data on the tablet was rapidly reorganizing and piecing itself together in his mind.

The He Family's internal strife, potential competitors, the black hand Chen Wu might extend, and the strong-willed He Wanqing.

All clues pointed to the auction the day after tomorrow.

But the real battlefield wasn't there.

It was in the hearts of people.

One hour later.

Wu Ya sent a new encrypted file to Shen Yan's tablet.

"Mr. Shen, 'Hummingbird' was very efficient. The first batch of data has arrived."

Shen Yan opened the file.

It contained detailed information about He Wanqing.

Including an independent bookstore she frequented, a flower shop she visited every Wednesday, and a small drama club she sponsored.

Her life was simple and regular, almost completely isolated from Hong Kong City's high society.

Like a proud, solitary winter plum blossom.

Shen Yan's gaze lingered on one piece of information.

"Every Friday afternoon, the target visits 'St. Mary Anne Nursing Home' to visit her maternal grandmother, staying for about three hours."

A nursing home.

A barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of Shen Yan's mouth.

Even the sturdiest fortress always has an entrance.

He had found it.

He had found it.

Shen Yan's fingertips tapped lightly on that line of text on the tablet.

St. Mary Anne Nursing Home.

This was no longer a cold geographical location; it was a key.

A key that could open the defenses of He Wanqing's heart.

There were sixty-eight hours left until the auction began.

And tomorrow was Friday.

Time was on his side.

He dialed Wu Ya's internal line.

"Mr. Shen."

Wu Ya's voice was always calm and efficient.

"St. Mary Anne Nursing Home. Give me a list of all the inpatients."

"Especially those patients who might face the risk of having their fees suspended due to financial problems."

Wu Ya paused for a moment on the other end, instantly grasping Shen Yan's intention.

This wasn't a commercial investigation; he was constructing an undetectable identity.

A legitimate identity to appear there.

"Help me do one more thing," Shen Yan's voice was lowered.

"Under the guise of an anonymous charitable donation, pay off all the fees for the next year for one of the neediest patients."

"Do not use Star Rock Technology's accounts. Use an overseas shell company for the transfer to ensure this money is as clean as snow on a mountaintop."

"Complete all procedures before noon tomorrow."

"Yes."

Wu Ya didn't ask why; she was only responsible for execution.

"Finally," Shen Yan looked out the window, the lights of Victoria Harbour reflecting in his deep pupils.

"Prepare me a book on the study of Italian Renaissance period goldsmithing craftsmanship. The original edition, the more obscure the better."

"Deliver it to my room."

"Understood."

The call ended.

The entire plan began to operate in his mind like a precision instrument.

He didn't want a simple chance encounter.

He wanted a precise resonance that struck the soul.

When dealing with a woman like He Wanqing, money and power were the most ineffective weapons.

Only by understanding her could one subdue her.

The next day, Friday.

The sunshine in Hong Kong City was bright but not scorching.

Two in the afternoon.

An inconspicuous Toyota was parked in the St. Mary Anne Nursing Home parking lot.

Shen Yan got out of the car.