174: She understood everything.

He wanted to master this power as soon as possible, instead of going around with this appearance and embarrassing his boss.

It would be even better if he could change his size at will.

Lin Yu pondered for a moment.

The upcoming matters indeed didn't require Zhao Tianyang's presence.

Negotiations with the three major pharmaceutical companies were a battlefield without smoke, a contest of wits, tactics, and trump cards, not who had the bigger fist.

Sending Zhao Tianyang, a pure warrior, would be inappropriate.

"Go," Lin Yu nodded. "Cultivate well. If you need any resources, just tell Old Ghost."

"Yes, Boss!"

Upon receiving permission, Zhao Tianyang felt as if he had been granted a general amnesty.

He bowed respectfully to Lin Yu, then strode away, each step leaving a shallow imprint on the ground, quickly disappearing around the street corner.

As he left, the invisible pressure instantly dissipated, and the surrounding air seemed to flow freely again.

The world returned to normal.

Lin Yu stood in place, not leaving immediately.

Negotiations.

This was the most important thing for him right now.

If he could obtain the core data from the major pharmaceutical merchants and break through the attribute limits of the potions, it would undoubtedly be a huge improvement for him.

Even if not, he could draw inferences from them, using the potion merchants' formulas to help him decipher card formulas and create attribute cards.

Li Mo, that old fox, had actually volunteered to represent Lin Yu entirely in the negotiations, promising to secure the greatest interests for "the boss."

Lin Yu merely smiled at the time, noncommittal.

Completely delegate power to Li Mo?

What a joke.

That guy served as Chen Ao's strategist for so many years and, at the moment of Chen Ao's defeat, unhesitatingly surrendered, even actively betraying information about Old Ghost's family to save his own life.

Such a person has no loyalty in his bones.

He is only loyal to the victor.

Now, Lin Yu was the victor, so Li Mo acted more submissive than anyone.

People like Li Mo are useful, but it depends on how they are used.

Using such a person is acceptable.

But there must be an absolutely firm rope, tightly tied around his neck.

Lin Yu didn't want to hold that rope himself.

He disliked the back-and-forth, the intrigue, and the deception of business.

His code of conduct was very simple.

Friend, or enemy.

If someone blocked his way, he would kick him aside.

If he were to sit at a negotiating table and argue with someone like Feng Rui for several hours, he feared he would be unable to resist flipping the table.

But if he really killed them all, it would make him seem too brutal, and he wasn't sure if there would be uncontrollable consequences.

Therefore, he needed a proxy.

Someone he trusted and who understood business rules.

Preferably someone in a high position; Old Seven and Old Ghost had been in the black market for many years, so they might be able to handle market errands, but such negotiation settings would inevitably have oversights.

Zhao Tianyang was even worse.

He was even more reckless than Lin Yu.

Then... a name naturally surfaced in Lin Yu's mind.

Wang Han.

His father's close friend, a Director of Tianqing Group.

In terms of business experience, Wang Han, who had been immersed in this field for decades, even if he couldn't completely outclass Li Mo, couldn't be much worse than him.

In terms of stance, Wang Han was already close to him and had personally witnessed his power.

Furthermore, there was also his father's connection.

By all accounts, Wang Han was the most suitable candidate.

He would step forward to lead the negotiations.

Li Mo would assist from the side, providing intelligence and tactics from the black market.

One in the open, one in the shadows.

One representing the logic of legitimate business, the other representing the rules of the underworld.

And he himself only needed to be behind the scenes, becoming the ultimate deterrent that no one could ignore.

Perfect.

With the plan set, Lin Yu no longer delayed.

He walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi.

"To Heavenly Aegis Building."

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, said nothing more, and stepped on the accelerator, the car smoothly merging into traffic.

Outside the car window, the streetscape of Linzhou rapidly receded.

Those tall buildings, those bustling crowds, everything that seemed vibrant in the sunlight.

It was hard to imagine that just a short while ago, on that night, a giant net of lightning covering the entire city had hovered above all of this, ready to unleash a world-ending judgment at any moment.

And the person who had personally woven that net was now sitting quietly in the back of a taxi, like the most ordinary citizen.

Ten minutes later.

A skyscraper, constructed entirely of blue glass curtain walls and shaped like a sharp sword piercing the clouds, appeared in view.

Heavenly Aegis Building.

One of the landmark buildings of Linzhou City.

Lin Yu paid the fare and got out of the car.

He stood in the plaza in front of the building, looking up at this giant structure of steel and glass.

This was the power of capital.

Invisible, yet so concretely manifested in the most prosperous part of the city.

He straightened his collar and walked towards the large revolving door.

He crossed the cold marble floor and arrived at the front desk.

A female receptionist, dressed in a refined professional suit and light makeup, wore a professional smile.

"Hello, sir, how may I help you?"

Her smile was standard, but a fleeting glance carried a hint of subtle scrutiny.

Lin Yu's attire was too ordinary, a casual outfit that was out of place among the suit-clad elites entering and exiting the building.

"I'm looking for Wang Han," Lin Yu said calmly. Wang was a common surname, but the name Wang Han, they should know who that was.

Indeed, as soon as he spoke, she knew who he was looking for.

"Do you have an appointment, please? Director Wang's schedule..."

The receptionist's smile remained, but the implication of refusal in her words was already very clear.

"I'm his nephew."

"Nephew?"

The professional smile on the receptionist's face froze for a moment.

This word, like a key, instantly opened a long-sealed filing cabinet in her mind, specifically for gossip and inside information.

Standing there every day, she had seen all sorts of people.

There were truly important figures, and there were also upstarts who pretended to be rich.

There were ambitious individuals seeking to climb the social ladder, and there were desperate wretches.

And the identity of "nephew" was too special.

Especially in a situation where there was no appointment and he just showed up.

Moreover, Lin Yu had just called him Wang Han, not "Uncle Wang" or anything similar.

She re-examined Lin Yu.

Still the same ordinary casual wear, still that overly young face.

But this time, what she saw was no longer ordinariness and shabbiness.

Instead, it was a kind of... confidence.

A thorough confidence that completely disregarded what others thought, even disregarding the prestigious name of Tianqing Group.

This kind of confidence could never be faked.

A thought flashed through her mind like lightning.

So that's how it is.

She understood.

She understood everything.

She hadn't expected it; Director Wang, that seemingly upright man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was actually playing such a game.

This young man was ninety percent a love child, and this matter needed to be handled carefully.

Director Wang's family had such good relations!