53: I'll beat you up, and you'll crawl out of here!

Before Bing Lan could speak, Li Qin exploded.

"Forcing marriage on Shu Yue?"

"Zhao Yuan, do you think having the surname Zhao makes you Zhao Zilong?"

"Wearing a suit makes you think you're an overbearing CEO?"

"You've watched too many TV dramas!"

What era is this, still playing such cliché tricks?

It's like a clown invited by a big monkey!

Zhao Yuan's smile stiffened at the barrage of angry curses, and his face turned cold: "Miss, I advise you to watch your words."

"Watch my words?"

Li Qin puffed out her impressive chest, "When your Azure Dragon Society brought people to kidnap Sister Bing Lan, why didn't you watch your words? Now you're pretending to be a big bad wolf!"

"You're looking for death!" Zhao Yuan's gaze turned icy.

Li Qin laughed in anger, and just as she was about to retort, Bing Lan pressed her shoulder.

Bing Lan had originally thought that the Azure Dragon Society resorted to kidnapping for the evidence her father left behind.

But she never expected... the other party was here to force a marriage.

She took a deep breath, her voice betraying no emotion.

"I really want to know."

"The Azure Dragon Society's influence spans across Fujian Province; what kind of woman can't they get?"

"Why must I marry into your family, even resorting to kidnapping?"

"President Bing, you're asking the wrong person." Zhao Yuan narrowed his eyes, "The Old Master specifically named you to be his granddaughter-in-law, so naturally, he has his reasons. If you really want to know, why not go to the provincial capital and ask the Old Master yourself?"

Ask him personally?

Bing Lan smiled faintly: "No need, I refuse your proposal."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuan's last pretense fell away.

"President Bing... are you sure you know what you're saying?"

"I'm very sure."

Bing Lan met his gaze, not backing down an inch.

"Shu Yue was founded by me, and its fate can only be decided by me."

"As for marrying into the Zhao family..."

"If the Old Master is truly so eager to find a granddaughter-in-law, why don't I help him place a marriage advertisement?"

"There are many socialites in Xiamen City; surely some would be willing to climb the social ladder."

Zhao Yuan's eyes were so gloomy they could drip water.

"Good, good, good."

"President Bing indeed has backbone, worthy of being the woman the Old Master has taken a fancy to."

"Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame the Zhao family for being merciless."

Bing Lan said nothing.

Li Qin stood by, hands on her hips, coldly snorting.

"If you have a move, make it; if not, get lost!"

"Since its establishment, what storms hasn't Shu Yue weathered?"

"Will it be afraid of your petty tricks?"

"Petty tricks?" Zhao Yuan sneered, no longer concealing his intentions, "Miss, you'll soon find out... what real tactics are."

He stopped talking nonsense, pulled out his phone directly, and pressed a speed dial button in front of the three of them.

The call connected instantly.

Zhao Yuan spoke only three words into the microphone: "Begin."

Then.

He hung up the phone, calmly adjusted his cuffs, and slowly walked to the window, looking down at the endless stream of cars below.

"President Bing, I know Shu Yue has deep roots and occupies half of the national market in women's consumer goods."

"But in business, sometimes to destroy a large building, all it takes is..."

"Pulling out a few key bricks."

Alarm bells rang in Bing Lan and Li Qin's hearts.

But before they could speak.

Bing Lan's phone vibrated.

She glanced at the caller ID; it was President Lin, the group's largest silk fabric supplier.

Bing Lan answered.

"President Lin?"

A remorseful voice came from the other end: "President Bing, I'm truly sorry... we've encountered some sudden issues here, and our cooperation with your company will probably have to be temporarily suspended."

Bing Lan's breath hitched: "What kind of situation?"

"Sigh, it involves commercial secrets, so it's really inconvenient to go into detail." President Lin stammered, "In short, subsequent orders cannot be delivered on time, and we will pay the liquidated damages according to the contract. We are truly sorry..."

Before Bing Lan could inquire further, the other party hastily hung up the phone.

The conference room was dead silent.

Zhao Yuan's face showed a triumphant smile.

Li Qin gritted her teeth in anger: "That bastard! We've cooperated with him for two years without a single hitch; it must be the Azure Dragon Society's doing!"

No sooner had she spoken than Bing Lan's phone vibrated again.

The second call came in, from the head of "Jin Xiu Fang," a high-end lace and embroidery supplier.

"President Bing, I'm sorry... our raw materials are suddenly in short supply, and that batch of overseas goods is stuck at customs. It seems the supply for next quarter won't keep up..."

Hung up.

The third call followed closely.

From "Yun Fang Group," a top eco-friendly cotton supplier for underwear manufacturing.

"President Bing, our production line has a technical malfunction, and repairs will take time. We can't take your order for now..."

...Calls came in one after another.

Bing Lan's face grew colder and colder, and Li Qin listened, her fists clenched.

In just three minutes, seven or eight core suppliers cited various reasons to suspend or terminate cooperation.

Although none were permanent cutoffs, the timing was so concentrated and the reasons so flimsy that anyone with eyes could see what was happening.

After hanging up the last call.

Bing Lan looked up at Zhao Yuan, her voice turning cold: "President Zhao, impressive tactics."

More than sixty percent of the raw material supply for the underwear and high-end apparel industry in Fujian Province is controlled by these leading companies.

Now that they have collectively "encountered problems," Shu Yue's production line would be half-paralyzed in less than half a month.

New product releases, order deliveries, brand reputation... every day of delay meant astronomical losses.

Even more terrifying were the chain reactions triggered by the supply chain crisis!

Downstream distributors wavering, stock market fluctuations, competitors taking advantage... this was enough to severely damage, or even cripple, an enterprise in a short time.

Zhao Yuan's move was both vicious and precise.

"Distant water cannot quench a nearby fire."

Zhao Yuan turned around, a playful smile on his face, "President Bing, it's not too late to change your mind now. The Old Master values talent; as long as you agree, these minor issues will naturally be resolved, and Shu Yue will not only avoid damage but will also reach new heights."

However.

Before Bing Lan could respond, a calm voice suddenly rang out: "Then, I'll give you a choice too, shall I?"

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the voice.

They saw.

Ye Chen holding his phone, his expression calm.

Zhao Yuan narrowed his eyes: "What are you? You think you're worthy of giving me a choice?"

Ye Chen smiled slightly.

"I am Miss Bing Lan's driver."

"Whether I'm worthy of giving you a choice, why don't you listen first?"

Zhao Yuan froze, then shook his head and laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Good, good! A mere driver dares to give me, Zhao Yuan, a choice?"

"Alright, I'd really like to hear..."

"What pearls of wisdom can this toad spit out?"

Ye Chen still held his phone, raising a finger.

"The choice is simple."

"First, you get out yourself and disappear from our sight."

Bing Lan: "???"

Li Qin: "???"

Zhao Yuan: "???"

Ye Chen continued to hold his phone, raising a second finger.

"Second, I'll beat you up, and you'll crawl out."

Bing Lan: "???"

Li Qin: "???"

Zhao Yuan: "???"

Shock!

It was utterly shocking!

Is this kid tired of living?

He was so arrogant as to threaten to beat him up?

Who was he?

He was a member of the Zhao family, the spokesman by the Young Master's side!

Zhao Yuan laughed in extreme anger, his facial muscles twitching slightly.

"Kid, good, you're very good!"

"It seems you really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

"I, Zhao Yuan, also know a thing or two about martial arts. Why don't we try..."

"How you're going to make me crawl out?!"

Bing Lan and Li Qin's expressions changed, and just as they were about to speak... Ye Chen had already raised his hand and lightly beckoned to Zhao Yuan with a finger.

That gesture... was as contemptuous as calling a dog!

Zhao Yuan's face completely twisted.

He, when had he ever suffered such an insult?!

"You, you're looking for death!!!"

Amidst his roar, he took a step forward, charging towards Ye Chen like an arrow released from a bow!

A punch aimed directly at the face, the wind from his fist howling!

Clearly, it wasn't just for show.

However.

Facing this fierce punch, Ye Chen still held his phone, but... he didn't move.

"Scared silly?" A ruthless glint flashed in Zhao Yuan's eyes, "Even if you're scared silly, you still have to kneel for me!!!"

In an instant, the fist was at Ye Chen's nose!

But, Ye Chen finally moved.

Just a slap, casually swung out...