The entire ocean is my fishing ground.

Chapter 110 3, I'll buy you into bankruptcy!

Li Jiande froze when he heard the last few words.

He stared intently at Lin Chen.

"You...how did you get these things...Who...who gave them to you?"

Lin Chen simply looked at him without answering, his face devoid of any extra expression.

Li Jiande's face gradually darkened.

Lin Chen extended three fingers and tapped them lightly on the mahogany desk.

"Three million, I guess."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"All of Hongyun Cold Chain's equity, that ultra-low temperature cold storage, and those thirty refrigerated trucks downstairs will be transferred to Longji Fresh."

"What?"

Li Jiande screamed instantly.

Three million.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed at his own nose as if he were insane.

"Lin Chen, are you trying to fob me off like a beggar? Heh."

"Even if the bank seizes my cold storage and truck fleet, the liquidation and auction will bring in more than 30 million. Three million? That's not even a fraction of my outstanding debts."

"I'm telling you, I'd rather go to jail and rot than sign this document."

He roared, spittle flying everywhere.

Lin Chen didn't say anything, but simply waved to the lawyer behind him.

The lawyer understood and expressionlessly took out two more documents from his briefcase: a printed indictment and a police report.

Lin Chen spoke calmly.

"You don't have to sign. The Economic Crime Investigation Division will arrive in half an hour."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Li Jiande's face, contorted with rage.

"But I advise you to think carefully. The amount of tax evasion is enormous, coupled with falsifying accounts and maliciously transferring assets; you'll face multiple charges. Do you think you'll still have a chance of going to a regular prison?"

"At that time, you won't even have the chance to go to jail, you'll have to spend it in a serious offender prison."

Li Jiande's roar abruptly stopped, and the color drained from his face at a visible speed.

The words "prison for serious offenders" sent a shiver down his spine.

He'd spent half his life in that place and knew exactly what it was.

A delicate criminal like him wouldn't survive a week in prison.

Lin Chen seemed to think that wasn't enough, so he leaned forward slightly and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"I forgot to tell you, that Wang San, the guy who helps you with loan sharking, is really unhappy today."

He gestured with his chin towards the window.

"There's someone waiting for you downstairs."

"If you don't sign, my three million in cash will naturally disappear. Do you think you'll be able to walk out of this Hongyun Building tonight?"

Li Jiande felt as if all the bones in his body had been removed; he staggered and had to grab the table to keep from falling.

He stiffly turned his head and slowly moved to the French windows.

Downstairs, at the entrance of the Hongyun Building.

Several burly men wearing black vests and with dragon and tiger tattoos on their arms were leaning against a Jinbei van, smoking and glancing at the building entrance from time to time.

One of them, who was in the lead, was holding a steel pipe that gleamed coldly in his hand.

They were some of the most ruthless henchmen under Brother Wang.

Li Jiande felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He got it.

On the table was the irrefutable evidence of the falsified accounts that would condemn him to eternal damnation.

Outside the window were those desperados who could break his legs.

His only way to survive is this "contract of servitude" worth three million.

With a thud.

Li Jiande's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the cold floor, the last trace of color draining from his face.

A few minutes later.

He was like a walking corpse, helped up from the ground by his lawyer, and picked up the Parker gold pen with trembling hands.

The moment the pen touched the paper, he felt as if he heard the sound of his life collapsing.

He signed his name crookedly and pressed his red fingerprint on the paper.

He had nothing.

Lin Chen put away the contract, not even glancing at him again, and gestured to Sun Heizi.

Sun Heizi grinned and immediately took out his phone.

Li Jiande trembled as he recited several accounts, and Sun Heizi then transferred three million yuan in cash to him one by one.

"The accounts are settled."

Lin Chen stood up and straightened his collar.

From now on, Hongyun Cold Chain will be owned by the Lin family.

He turned around, took his lawyers and team, and walked out of the office without looking back.

Li Jiande was left alone, slumped in a chair, looking utterly dejected and with empty eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally stood up unsteadily and walked out of his former empire.

I just arrived at the building entrance.

"Li Jiande, you son of a bitch, you still dare to show your face."

"Brothers, that's him, get him!"

The burly men who had been waiting for a long time immediately threw away their cigarette butts, swarmed forward, and pinned Li Jiande to the ground.

"You dare to owe Wang Sange money? I think you're tired of living."

"Drag it away."

Amidst the horrified gazes of passersby, Li Jiande was dragged into a Jinbei van.

A piercing, distorted scream came from inside the car, and only a fallen crocodile skin shoe remained by the roadside.

And this moment.

Lin Chen was standing in front of Hongyun Cold Chain's huge transit station.

Behind them, Sun Heizi and Zhou Dazhuang were leading dozens of people, excitedly running back and forth, counting the huge assets they had just acquired.

"Brother Chen, we've struck it rich! We've really struck it rich this time."

Zhou Dazhuang punched the tire of an 18-wheel refrigerated truck, sending dust flying, but he didn't care at all, his face flushed.

"Thirty-three refrigerated trucks, just these trucks alone would cost nearly twenty million yuan new. And this ultra-low temperature cold storage, I saw it, it has German-imported compressor units, it can reach minus 180 degrees Celsius. You can't buy this kind of thing even if you have the money."

Sun Heizi was so excited that he rubbed his hands together and circled around a styrofoam box that looked like a small mountain.

"With these guys, our fish, whether sent to the provincial capital or the capital, will still be lively and jumping around."

Looking at the refrigerated trucks and the huge transfer station in front of him, Lin Chen felt a surge of excitement.

Fishing, storage, and transportation.

Starting today, the last weakness of Longji Fresh has been completely addressed.

Night falls.

Several black Maybachs and Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars quietly pulled up in front of the Hongyun Building.

Tang Zhen, Chu Tiankuo, Zhao Dingfu, and other big names in the provincial capital's catering industry got off the bus.

They looked up and saw several workers using a crane to remove the four rusty characters of "Hongyun Cold Chain" and then slowly hang up a brand new sign that read "Longji Cold Storage Transfer Station".

Five large, gilded characters shimmered with a breathtaking light in the night.

The bigwigs looked at each other, and they could all see the deep respect in each other's eyes.

Li Jiande, who was arm wrestling with them in the morning, lost his company and his people by evening.

Fast, ruthless, and accurate.

They looked at Lin Chen, who was standing upright under the signboard, talking to Zhou Dazhuang, and felt a chill rise from the bottom of their hearts.