The conference room at Yunteng Capital had gone quiet after Lin Feng ended the call with Chen Xian. The glow of the morning sun filtered in through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the glass table. In the silence, Lin Feng stood with his hands resting lightly on the back of a chair, eyes fixed ahead but mind running calculations at a thousand miles per hour.
Behind him, Xiao Zhi was already typing out a list of companies showing sudden interest in Yunteng's recent clean energy portfolio. Since Spectron had been exposed, a void had formed in the eco-venture market, and vultures—or visionaries—were beginning to circle.
But Lin Feng wasn't just watching the boardroom. He was watching the streets.
"We need to meet Liu Sheng from Tianbao Holdings," he said without looking back. "He's quiet but hasn't made a move since Zixuan's campaign collapsed. That's not peace—it's planning."
Xiao Zhi nodded. "Already drafting the invite. Shall I make it casual?"
