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

A warm feeling welled up in Ye Feng's heart. He knew that no matter what difficulties he encountered, he would have Liu Qingyi's support, which filled him with strength.

"Thank you," Ye Feng said, his voice tinged with gratitude. "We'll face this together."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Feng's eyes hardened. He knew this battle had only just begun. He picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the document: Never give up!

After Ye Feng dialed Liu Qingyi's number, the office fell into dead silence.

Every second of waiting felt like an eternity; he could even hear the drumbeat of his own heart, each beat pounding against his taut nerves.

Outside the window, neon lights flickered, reflecting on his face, but unable to dispel the gloom between his brows.

He pinched the bridge of his nose hard, trying to relieve the oppressive feeling, but his fingertips felt a chill, just like his mood at that moment.

The call was connected.

“Qingyi,” his voice was hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor, “I need your help.”

A slightly puzzled voice came from the other end of the phone: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Ye Feng took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm, but he couldn't hide the seriousness in his tone.

"Several international giants have joined forces and are targeting us from all angles. Trade barriers, technology blockades, hostile takeovers... they're using every means at their disposal."

He paused, a chilling undertone in his voice, "They want to drive us to the brink of despair."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone; the air seemed to freeze.

Ye Feng could even imagine Liu Qingyi's expression at this moment; she must be frowning, with worry flashing in her eyes.

"Trade barriers? What exactly is the situation?" Liu Qingyi's voice calmed down, revealing a hint of professional acumen.

"They used some fabricated charges to impose high tariffs on our products, which has led to a significant decline in our competitiveness in several important markets."

Ye Feng's tone carried a hint of suppressed anger, and his fingers gripping the phone tightened unconsciously. "This is almost blatant suppression."

"What about technological blockade?" Liu Qingyi pressed, her tone becoming even more composed.

"They cut off our supply chain for some key technologies, causing our new product development to come to a standstill."

Ye Feng's voice was low and hoarse, as if it were squeezed out from the depths of his chest, "This is simply cutting off the fuel supply."

"There's also a hostile takeover?" Liu Qingyi's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible tension.

“Yes,” Ye Feng’s voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, “They are secretly buying up our stock in an attempt to control the company.”

His eyes sharpened, like a cheetah eyeing its prey. "They want to devour us!"

The office was silent, save for Ye Feng's heavy breathing and Liu Qingyi's occasional inquiries over the phone.

Outside the window, the night deepened, and the hustle and bustle of the city gradually faded away, leaving only the faint sound of traffic in the distance.

"I understand." Liu Qingyi's voice was firm and strong. "I will do my best to cooperate with you, and we will face this together."

A warm feeling welled up in Ye Feng's heart. He knew that no matter how many thorns lay ahead, he was not fighting alone.

Liu Qingyi's support was like a beacon in the darkness, illuminating his path forward.

"Thank you." His voice held a hint of gratitude, but also a touch of resolve. "We will never give up!"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Feng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the brightly lit city below.

This is a war without gunfire, a battle for life and death.

But he showed no fear; his eyes shone with unwavering determination, like stars shining in the night sky.

He took a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the night, and his heart was filled with strength.

"You want to defeat me?" A cold smile crept across his lips, his tone brimming with confidence and domineering arrogance. "Then bring it on!"

Ye Feng hung up the phone with Liu Qingyi, and the silence in the office became even heavier, so oppressive it was suffocating.

The combined attack from the giants was like an invisible net, tightly binding him and making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

But he knew he couldn't fall now; he had to fight, for the company, and for everyone who trusted him.

He suddenly stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the brightly lit city below.

The dazzling lights now seemed like a mockery to him, reflecting his inner anxiety and unease.

A chill rose from the soles of his feet, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

"Trying to drive me to the brink?" he muttered to himself, a hint of self-mockery in his voice, but more so a resolute determination. "I'll make sure you don't get your way!"

He turned back to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed the number of the head of the R&D department.

In the few seconds it took for the call to connect, he rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to relieve the waves of headache that were hitting him.

"Summon all R&D personnel immediately and have them work overtime tonight!"

His tone was unquestionable, carrying an air of irresistible authority.

"We need to break through technological bottlenecks as soon as possible and reduce our dependence on external technologies!"

The R&D manager's slightly surprised voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Ye, it's already very late..."

"I know it's late!" Ye Feng interrupted him, his tone even more forceful.

"But we can't afford to waste any time! Every minute of delay could put us in a more passive situation!"

He took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions, and said, "Let me tell you all, tonight's overtime pay will be doubled. In addition, after the project is completed, I will give extra rewards based on the size of your contribution!"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Feng walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

The amber liquid shimmered with a mesmerizing light under the lamp, much like his complex emotions at that moment.

He tilted his head back and downed the wine in one gulp. The spicy liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, bringing a burning sensation.

He closed his eyes, feeling the burning sensation, trying to numb his tense nerves.

"Technological blockade..." he repeated the words in a low voice, a cold glint in his eyes. "I refuse to believe that we can't survive without your technology!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with fighting spirit.

He walked to his desk, picked up the documents, and began to study them carefully.

To escape this predicament, we must rely on our own strength to break through technological blockades and master core technologies.

Time ticked by, the only sounds in the office being Ye Feng flipping through documents and the occasional tapping of his keyboard. Outside the window, the night deepened, and the city's hustle and bustle gradually subsided into tranquility.

Ye Feng rubbed his sore eyes and leaned back wearily in his chair.

He had been working for several hours straight, but he didn't feel tired at all. He had only one thought in his mind: he had to find a breakthrough as soon as possible!