84: Chapter 84 Just got out of the goddess's bed, and now he's eyeing the Wall Street ice queen?

The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling into the spacious flat at Cloud Stream Nine Li.

The air was still filled with the faint scent of photinia flowers.

It was the lingering aftermath of last night's madness.

Su Qingyue was still fast asleep.

That face, which usually wore an "unapproachable" look of world-weary indifference, now bore a flush that hadn't yet faded, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

She was curled up entirely under the quilt, and on the fragrant shoulders exposed to the air, a few ambiguous red marks were faintly visible.

Last night's "full marathon" had indeed been a bit overloading.

Qin Feng stood before the mirror, refreshed and invigorated, tying his tie.

He walked back to the bedside and pulled the quilt up to cover her exposed shoulders.

"Rest well, Madam Boss."

He planted a gentle kiss on Su Qingyue's smooth forehead, careful not to wake her, and turned to leave.

...

Half an hour later.

Jiangcheng General Aviation Airport.

The massive propellers tore through the air, emitting a deafening roar.

The black bell 525 took off, its nose turning to point straight towards the capital of Jiangnan Province—Jinling.

Inside the cabin, Qin Feng held a glass of champagne, looking down at the mountains and rivers rushing by beneath his feet.

Jiangcheng was merely a newbie village.

The Wang Family had fallen, but this was only the beginning.

If Ye Qingcheng wanted to be reinstated, she would have to move against the Qian Family.

And the Qian Family's base of operations was right in the provincial capital.

"The Qian Family..." Qin Feng swirled his wine glass, his gaze playful.

"I hope they're a bit more fun to play with than the Wang Family."

...

Forty minutes later.

Tiansheng Building.

Rooftop helipad.

The wind was howling.

Chen Mo, who had been waiting there for a long time, stood with a row of newly promoted group executives behind him; everyone was dressed in crisp, straight suits, standing respectfully with their hands at their sides.

The moment Qin Feng stepped down the gangway, all the executives bowed in unison, their voices thundering.

"Hello, Mr. Qin!!"

They all knew that this excessively young man before them was the ruthless person who had sent the Wang father and son to prison in a single night and swallowed up the Tiansheng Group with thunderous methods.

Qin Feng remained expressionless, not even glancing at them.

He walked straight through the crowd towards the elevator.

"Chen Mo, come in with me. Everyone else, return to your duties."

...

Chairman's office.

An entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows allowed for a view of the bustling scenery of the entire city of Jinling.

Qin Feng sat in the large leather chair that had originally belonged to Wang Tiancheng, casually flipping through the reports on the desk.

Chen Mo stood before the desk, his posture straight, his eyes filled with fervor.

"Mr. Qin, the current situation has stabilized."

Chen Mo opened the folder in his hand and reported clearly and logically.

"Although the news of the Wang father and son's imprisonment caused shockwaves, because we injected sufficient funds in the early stages, coupled with the efforts of the PR team, the Tiansheng Group's stock price has started to rebound today after two days of fluctuations."

"Additionally, the court has already initiated proceedings."

"The 25% of shares held by Wang Tiancheng and Wang Chao in total will be put up for judicial auction in a week to repay bank loans and debts and fines from illegal fundraising."

Chen Mo paused and asked tentatively: "Mr. Qin, this portion of shares, should we..."

"I want it all."

Qin Feng closed the report.

"Notify me when the time comes. No matter what the starting price is, no matter how many people bid."

"I only want the result."

"Money is not an issue. I don't want to see any voices I don't like remaining in the Tiansheng Group."

Chen Mo felt a jolt in his heart.

This was the dominance of Mr. Qin!

Yet, in Mr. Qin's mouth, it seemed like just an insignificant number.

"Yes! I understand what to do!"

Chen Mo continued: "There is one more thing, Mr. Qin."

"Now that the Wang father and son are inside, the group cannot go a day without a leader."

"Although you are the largest shareholder, you are usually busy with other matters."

"We need an acting chairman to be responsible for the group's daily operations and decision-making."

Qin Feng rubbed his temples.

Indeed.

Making him sit in this office every day reading reports and attending meetings would be worse than killing him.

His time was meant for enjoying life, conquering goddesses, and farming points.

Not for being a wage slave.

"Do you have a candidate?" Qin Feng asked.

Chen Mo was clearly prepared, but when he spoke, a rare look of strangeness and hesitation appeared on his serious face.

"Yes."

"She was my university classmate and also the top student in the economics and management department back then."

Speaking of this, Chen Mo's serious face actually showed a rare hint of embarrassment.

"Her talent for business management is ten times mine."

"After graduation, she also went to Wall Street and reached the position of Vice President at Morgan Stanley."

"She just returned to the country recently and is looking for a new opportunity."

"Her ability can definitely steer the great ship of the Tiansheng Group."

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow.

A Wall Street investment bank Vice President, an economics and management genius.

The resume was indeed impressive.

But the point he was focusing on was clearly a bit skewed.

"Is it a man or a woman?"

"A woman."

"What does she look like?"

Chen Mo was completely out of patience: "Mr. Qin, she was the campus belle back then."

"And... she is the kind of very cold iceberg campus belle, and she is still single."

"Oh?"

Qin Feng became interested.

An iceberg campus belle?

A Wall Street elite?

I wonder if she can reach a score of 90.

"Since you recommended her, I trust you."

"Contact her."

"Tell her she can name her own annual salary, and shares and options are all negotiable."

"I want to see her."

Chen Mo nodded: "Yes! She is in Jinling, I will arrange for her to come for an interview this afternoon."

"No need for this afternoon, have her come here directly tomorrow."

Qin Feng glanced at the sky outside the window.

"I have another appointment this afternoon."

...

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Old district of Jinling, Qingteng Tea House.

There was no hustle and bustle of the CBD here, only mottled blue brick walls and withered vines crawling all over the walls.

Qin Feng pushed the door open and went straight up to the "Jingxin Pavilion" on the second floor.

A middle-aged man wearing a Chinese-style Tang suit was sitting by the window, slowly scalding a set of purple clay tea sets with boiling water.

It was that "Old Li" who had handed Qin Feng a business card downstairs at the Tiansheng Group that day—Li Jianguo.

Seeing Qin Feng enter, Li Jianguo did not stand up to greet him.

He simply raised his hand to make a "please" gesture, as if he had calculated that Qin Feng would definitely come.

"Mr. Qin, you really did come."

Li Jianguo poured a cup of tea for Qin Feng, the tea aroma wafting.

"This tea is this year's Mingqian Longjing, Mr. Qin, have a taste."

Qin Feng sat down but did not touch the cup of tea.

He leaned back in the master's chair, looking straight at Li Jianguo.

"I won't drink the tea."

"Mr. Li, you didn't ask to meet me just to taste tea and discuss philosophy, did you?"

Li Jianguo smiled and put down the teapot in his hand.

In the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, there was the shrewdness of an old fox.

"Mr. Qin is straightforward."

"Since that's the case, I'll speak directly."

Li Jianguo took out a document from his briefcase behind him and pushed it in front of Qin Feng.

"Mr. Qin, your big move in Jiangcheng this time can be said to have shaken the entire business world of Jiangnan Province."

"Although the Wang Family is only a second-rate family, they are, after all, a dog raised by the Qian Family."

"One must consider the master before beating the dog."

"Mr. Qin slaughtered the dog, and the dog's owner is very unhappy."

Qin Feng glanced at the document.

It was densely packed with records of the Qian Family's industrial layout in the provincial capital.

Energy, mining, logistics, real estate... It covered almost all the highly profitable industries.

This was a behemoth entrenched in Jiangnan Province.

"So?"

Qin Feng's tone was flat, "Mr. Li, are you here today as a lobbyist? Or are you here to issue a challenge on behalf of the Qian Family?"

"No, no, no."

Li Jianguo waved his hand, a flash of ferocity appearing in his eyes.

"I have an irreconcilable feud with the Qian Family."

"Ten years ago, my Jianguo Group was brought down by the Qian Family using despicable methods."

"All these years, I have been waiting for an opportunity."