903: Chapter 898 Wanting to Do Business

Chen Guangke's loud voice made Shen Yan's ears ring, even through the receiver.

"Stop drinking, and tell Wu Ya not to sleep either. Be at the company in half an hour."

Shen Yan's tone was flat, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

"There's big business."

The noisy background noise on the other end of the phone came to an abrupt halt.

"Be there right away."

Forty minutes later, in the CEO's office on the top floor of the Shenyan Group.

Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows was the dazzling night view of Jinghai City, with the traffic below resembling a flowing river of gold.

Chen Guangke, with messy hair and a faint scent of alcohol still on him, was gulping down a cup of espresso.

Wu Ya had already changed back into her sharp professional suit, holding a tablet with a solemn expression.

Shen Yan threw the printed list into the middle of the table.

"Take a look."

Chen Guangke leaned over to scan it, and the coffee he had just sipped almost sprayed out.

"Cough, cough, cough... Holy shit!"

His eyes widened, and his finger trembled as he pointed at the names on the list.

"Brother Yan, where did you get this Death Note? Qian Cheng? Ma Weidu? We can't afford to mess with these lords!"

Although Chen Guangke usually seemed carefree, having spent so many years in Jinghai City, he knew exactly who could be messed with and who couldn't.

Any of these people could make the ground in Jinghai City shake just by stomping their feet.

Wu Ya's face also turned somewhat pale.

"President Shen, this list... could it be the people who funded the Titan Project back then?"

She reacted quickly, immediately connecting the dots.

Shen Yan nodded and poured himself a glass of water.

"Exactly."

"So... are we going to avoid them?"

Chen Guangke asked tentatively.

"Avoid?"

Shen Yan acted as if he had heard a joke. He set down his water glass and tapped twice heavily on the name 'Qian Cheng' with his knuckles.

"Our AI computing center needs expansion, requiring a large amount of imported chips and specialty steel. Domestic channels are too slow."

"Qian Cheng has the fastest smuggling... oh no, logistics channel in all of Asia."

He pointed to Ma Weidu's name next.

"titan one's cooling system needs an upgrade, and Ma Weidu monopolizes eighty percent of the liquid metal supply on the market."

Shen Yan looked up at his two capable lieutenants, who were stunned speechless.

"Since they have what we want, why avoid them?"

"Not only will we not avoid them, we'll make them come to our door voluntarily."

Chen Guangke swallowed hard, thinking his boss might have gone mad.

"Brother Yan, this is like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth. That old man Qian Cheng has influence in both the legal and criminal worlds. We might have taken down Tianqiong Capital, but in the eyes of these industrial tycoons, we're just upstarts playing with virtual data."

Shen Yan didn't explain.

He simply looked at the system panel that had been floating in the corner of his vision.

【Today's intelligence has been refreshed.】

【Target: Qian Cheng.】

【Intelligence Details: Under Qian Cheng's name, 'Yuanhang Logistics' has three freighters registered in Panama. In reality, they are transporting contraband for an international arms dealer. Key evidence is hidden in the third oak barrel in his underground wine cellar at the Xishan Villa. The bottom of the barrel has a hidden compartment containing GPS logs and transaction ledgers.】

The corners of Shen Yan's mouth curled up slightly.

This was the crushing power of an information gap.

In this era of big data, no one is clean.

As long as you've done it, you leave a trace.

And he, possessing the system and titan one, was the god who could see all those traces.

"Wu Ya, set up an appointment with Qian Cheng for me."

Shen Yan closed the file, his tone as relaxed as if he were scheduling afternoon tea.

"Tell him I want to talk to him about the 'resurrection' of titan."

"The location will be his Xishan Villa."

Wu Ya was stunned for a moment, then recorded it on her tablet.

"Understood. When should I set it for?"

"Tomorrow morning at ten."

Shen Yan stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the sleeping Jinghai.

"Tell him to prepare some good wine; I'm quite picky."

...

The next morning, Xishan Villa District.

This was the true wealthy district of Jinghai City, where every villa looked like a piece of art moved from a European castle.

Qian Cheng's manor was located halfway up the mountain. There were two rows of security guards at the gate, each with a bulging waistline.

A black maybach slowly pulled up to the main gate.

The car door opened, and Shen Yan stepped out.

He was dressed casually today, in just a simple shirt and trousers. He didn't look like he was there to talk business, but rather like he was dropping by for a visit.

Chen Guangke followed behind him, his palms drenched in sweat, his eyes warily scanning the surrounding bodyguards.

"President Shen, what a rare guest."

An old man wearing a Tang suit and rolling two walnuts in his hand stood on the steps.

This was Qian Cheng.

Though he was in his sixties, his hawk-like eyes still possessed a ruthless edge.

"Elder Qian, sorry for the intrusion."

Shen Yan nodded slightly, maintaining perfect etiquette.

"Hmph, young people these days certainly don't know the rules."

Qian Cheng snorted coldly and turned to walk inside.

"I only have twenty minutes. Say whatever you have to say quickly."

He had never had much of an opinion of "new internet elites" like Shen Yan who rose to prominence suddenly.

In his eyes, they were just a bunch of charlatans who relied on PPTs and storytelling to cheat people out of money.

The group arrived at the spacious drawing room.

Qian Cheng sat in the main seat with a domineering air and didn't even have anyone serve tea to Shen Yan.

"I heard you took down that useless Zhao De?"

Qian Cheng squinted at Shen Yan.

"He brought that on himself. You can't blame anyone else."

Shen Yan pulled out a chair and sat down on his own, completely unbothered by the other's attitude.

"I'm here today because I want to do business with you, Elder Qian."

"Business?"

Qian Cheng sneered, the walnuts in his hand spinning rapidly.

"What kind of business could you possibly do with me? Install antivirus software for my fleet?"

The surrounding bodyguards burst into laughter.

Chen Guangke was so angry he wanted to slam the table, but was stopped by a look from Shen Yan.

"Shenyan Group needs a stable overseas transport line specifically for high-precision equipment."

Shen Yan got straight to the point.

"I hope Elder Qian can give me the South American line. I can pay the freight at market price."

Qian Cheng laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, doubling over.

"Kid, do you know what you're saying? That South American line is my lifeblood, generating hundreds of millions in profit a year. You expect to just take it away with a few words?"

"On what basis?"

Qian Cheng suddenly stopped laughing, his gaze becoming incredibly fierce.

"On the basis of that bullshit AI of yours?"

Shen Yan wasn't intimidated by his aura; instead, he leaned back in his chair even more relaxedly.

"What if I said I could help Elder Qian avoid a major problem?"

"What problem?"

"For example, those three ghost ships registered in Panama."

Shen Yan's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a thunderclap in the drawing room.

The walnuts in Qian Cheng's hand dropped to the floor with a clatter.

The originally noisy drawing room instantly fell into a dead silence.

The bodyguards' hands instinctively moved toward their waists.

Chen Guangke was so startled he almost jumped up, positioning himself directly in front of Shen Yan.