After the divorce, the aloof CEO begged me not to withdraw my investment.

Ye Feng gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white, a warm feeling welling up inside him.

He knew that this was not just commercial support, but also a voice of solidarity for justice and a yearning for fairness.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhao, and thank you all for your trust!"

Ye Feng's voice was choked with emotion as he tried to control his emotions and prevent tears from welling up in his eyes.

The phone calls came in non-stop, like snowflakes, and each promise from a partner was like a shot of adrenaline, injecting energy into his weary body.

He felt as if he were bathed in sunlight, experiencing warmth and hope.

The smell of smoke that had filled the office was diluted by the atmosphere of hope, and the air seemed to be full of vitality.

Ye Feng put down his phone, rubbed his sore eyes, and looked up out the window.

Night had completely fallen, and the city lights shone brightly, like twinkling stars, radiating hope.

He knew the battle was far from over, but he was no longer alone.

He got up, walked to the window, opened it, and took a deep breath of the cool night air.

The city air carried on the wind, bringing him a sense of peace.

He closed his eyes, feeling the wind brush against his cheeks, as if it were Liu Qingyi's gentle caress.

"Qingyi, you must come back safely." He prayed silently in his heart, his tone firm and full of strength.

At the same time, Qi Xue's actions also triggered a huge market reaction.

The Qian Group's products and services faced a large-scale boycott, with consumers taking concrete actions to condemn Qian Rongguang.

The Qian Group's stock price began to plummet, wiping out billions in market value.

Qian Rongguang sat in his office, his face ashen, oblivious to the fact that his cigar had burned out.

He stared at the constantly refreshing negative news on his computer screen, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

"Damn Qi Xue! Damn Ye Feng!"

He gritted his teeth and growled, then slammed the glass in his hand to the ground, shattering it into pieces, just like his shattered emotions.

He suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the brightly lit city with a sinister and cold gaze.

"I won't give up so easily!" He slammed his fist on the window frame, making a dull thud.

This media storm triggered by Qi Xue not only created a favorable public opinion environment for Ye Feng, but also provided a strong backing for his subsequent counterattack.

Ye Feng knew that the time for a counterattack had come. He had to seize this opportunity to completely crush the Qian Group, rescue Liu Qingyi, and bring this battle to a perfect end.

He picked up the phone, dialed a number, and spoke in a firm and cold tone:

"The action begins!"

Ye Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The city night view was like a dazzling galaxy, but it was all blurry in his eyes.

Liu Qingyi's safety, Qian Rongguang's relentless pressure, and the support of his partners—all these factors intertwined, making it hard for him to breathe.

The office was filled with a faint smell of tobacco, mixed with the bitterness of coffee, stimulating his senses.

He rubbed his temples hard, trying to calm himself down.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

A knock on the door broke the silence in the office.

"Come in," Ye Feng said in a deep voice, his tone tinged with weariness.

Qi Xue pushed open the door and entered, holding a document in her hand, with a hint of worry on her face.

"Ye Feng, this is the latest market analysis report. Qian's stock price continues to fall, but they seem to be making new moves in their overseas markets..."

Ye Feng took the report, quickly glanced through it, and frowned. "

They wanted to shift the losses to overseas markets and use the larger profits to offset the losses in the domestic market.

He put down the report, walked to his desk, picked up a pen, twirled it between his fingers, and looked sharp and cold.

"We can't let them succeed." Qi Xue's tone was firm, her eyes shining with determination.

"We must find a breakthrough and completely crush them."

Ye Feng stopped what he was doing, looked up at Qi Xue, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

“I already have a plan.” He walked to the whiteboard by the wall, picked up a marker, and began to sketch on it.

"First, let's use the evidence on the USB drive provided by Liu Qingyi..."

His pen swept across the whiteboard, outlining a complex network diagram.

"Contact Interpol to crack down on the Qian Group's overseas money laundering and smuggling activities and cut off their funding chain."

Qi Xue looked at the diagrams on the whiteboard, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"This...this requires a lot of evidence and international cooperation, and it's very difficult."

Ye Feng nodded, his tone firm. "I know, but we have to try."

Liu Qingyi risked her life to obtain this evidence; we cannot let her efforts go to waste.

He paused, then continued, "At the same time, we must fight back commercially. The Qian Group's products are highly homogenized and lack innovation; this is their weakness."

He picked up another marker and wrote the words "differentiated competition" on the whiteboard.

"We will launch brand new products and services to seize market share and make the Qian Group completely lose its competitiveness."

Looking into Ye Feng's confident eyes, Qi Xue's worries gradually dissipated, replaced by a strange excitement and exhilaration.

She seemed to see the dawn of victory, and she saw Ye Feng leading them out of their predicament and into a glorious future.

"I will fully cooperate with you." Qi Xue's tone was firm, and her eyes shone with determination.

Ye Feng nodded, a relieved smile appearing on his lips. "I believe you."

He picked up the phone, dialed a number, and spoke in a cold and decisive tone.

"Notify all department heads that an emergency meeting will be held in ten minutes. I have something important to announce."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Feng walked to the window and looked at the night view outside again.

The dimly lit private club was filled with the rich aroma of top-quality cigars, mixed with a hint of whiskey, creating an atmosphere of tension and anticipation.

Ye Feng sat on the leather sofa, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, making a rhythmic sound that seemed to strike the hearts of everyone present.

Opposite him sat several business tycoons, once powerful and influential, but now all bearing an undisguised weariness and wariness.

"Mr. Ye, does that 'mysterious force' you mentioned really exist?" An elderly man with gray hair broke the silence first, his cloudy eyes flashing with doubt.

Ye Feng did not answer directly, but instead took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and gently placed it on the table.

"The answers you're looking for are here."

The USB drive reflected a cold light under the lamp, like a time bomb, instantly igniting the atmosphere in the room.

The business tycoons exchanged glances, each seeing shock and a hint of fear in the other's eyes.