There is an unwritten rule in Jiangcheng's business community - don't go against Lu Jingchuan.
He took charge of the 100 billion group at the age of 28 and made zero mistakes in decision-making for six consecutive years. He was known as the "cold-faced tyrant in the business world." The angrier he gets, the softer his tone becomes, and that lightness can send chills down the spine than any roar.
Until a woman named Shen Shuhe disrupted his tens of billions of acquisitions.
A small company with a registered capital of one million submitted an acquisition plan that silenced the entire strategy department - precise, sharp, and sharp.
He sent someone to check. The result: an unusually clean resume.
No background, no backing, no connections. It's like someone used a very thin knife to scrape her life clean, leaving only an empty shell of an "ordinary investor".
But Lu Jingchuan doesn't care about resume. What he cared about was - there was something in this woman's eyes, it wasn't ambition, it wasn't fear, it was understanding. It was as if she already knew all the rules of this game, and even the person who made the rules.
What he didn't know was that Shen Shuhe knew him far better than he thought.
She knew that the old-fashioned mechanical watch on his left wrist was not a sentimental collection, but a bloodline token that had been passed down for two hundred years. She knew the name "Shou Heng" not from public sources, but from the encrypted data in an earring.
She even knew that the business empire he was so proud of was just a corner of a huge chessboard.
She is just a pawn on the chessboard.
From Jiangcheng to London, from Wall Street to the depths of the dark web - when a business tyrant meets an invisible boss, when the seventh-generation caretaker of the Keeping Organization meets
