The poison that Yang Yi injected into Xu Shaotian would cause him to suffer in fear and pain for six months before slowly dying.

Anyone who dared to touch his daughter would face a punishment worse than death.

After one last look at the unconscious Xu Shaotian, Yang Yi turned and left the private room.

Just as he stepped out, he saw Ying Yi exiting the private room across the hall.

Ying Yi reported, "Xu Shaotian's four bodyguards and lackeys have been knocked out and left in the restroom."

Yang Yi nodded, and the two headed downstairs.

When they checked out, they noticed that in less than half an hour, they had already spent more than 13 million yuan.

But for both Yang Yi and Ying Yi, this was a trivial matter, hardly worth mentioning.

On the way back to the city, Yang Yi said, "Tomorrow, take over the Zhou Group and rename it to Snow God Group."

"Yes, I will notify the others," Ying Yi nodded.

Earlier that day, Yang Yi's people had completely taken over the Zhou Group. Although there was some resistance, it was crushed under the weight of absolute power.

The shareholders of the original Zhou Group, who initially thought their shares would either become worthless or be devalued by malicious buyers, were desperate, especially with rumors from second-tier and even first-tier families planning to take action against the Zhou Group.

However, once Yang Yi's side made their move, all concerns vanished. The price offered was fair, and the shareholders sold their shares without hesitation, not daring to hold onto a single one.

...

The next day, a large crowd of reporters gathered outside the lobby of the former Zhou Group's headquarters. They had heard the news that the Zhou Group had been fully acquired by a mysterious buyer.

Today, the new owner was going to hold a press conference here.

It was rumored that the new owner had not only acquired nearly all of the Zhou Group's shares but also planned to rename the company.

As time ticked by, at exactly 8:30, the security guards stepped aside, allowing the reporters to rush in. They were led by waiting attendants into a large conference room on the first floor.

The reporters, equipped with their cameras, watched as a young, handsome man dressed in an exquisite black suit took the stage. Standing tall, he calmly said, "Thank you to all the reporters for coming, and for witnessing the rise of Snow God Group."

With just that one sentence, the reporters went wild.

"Snow God? So the Zhou Group has been renamed Snow God! This is huge news!"

"Who is this man? Never seen him before. Is he the heir of some prominent family?"

The reporters quickly began firing questions, but Ying Yi, who had rehearsed his lines all night, responded with a blank expression. If there were questions he didn't know how to answer, he would simply skip them, showing no patience.

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After a brief Q&A, the reporters had learned what they needed to know.

Their impression of Snow God Group could be summed up in two words: powerful and wealthy.

The Zhou Group, a massive entity, was taken over by Snow God in just one day, a fact that spoke volumes.

After all, it had only been two days since the tragic death of the Zhou family’s father and son. In such a short time, the Zhou Group had already changed hands. No one would believe that the new owner lacked significant connections and influence.

Moreover, given the legal complexities involved in acquiring the Zhou Group just after the death of the Zhou family, the new owner must have some extraordinary backing to have resolved everything so quickly.

This was no mere display of connections; it was a shocking demonstration of power.

"Does Snow God Group have any connection to the death of the Zhou family’s father and son?" one reporter suddenly asked loudly.

The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at the reporter who asked the question.

Then they looked up at Ying Yi on the stage, eager to uncover any hidden truth.

Facing the barrage of questions, Ying Yi remained calm. He coldly stared at the reporter, making the man uneasy, before replying, "The Zhou family’s death has nothing to do with Snow God Group. We conducted a legitimate acquisition. If you have doubts, go ask the regulatory authorities. Stop asking such pointless questions, you trashy reporter."

Ying Yi's harsh retort left the reporter red-faced and flustered.

Despite this, the reporter gritted his teeth and boldly responded, "Even if you say that, some still suspect that you used improper means to acquire the Zhou Group. If you deny this, then tell us—how much did you pay to acquire the Zhou Group? If the price is too low, then..."

A sharp intake of breath followed as the crowd grew even more intrigued. After all, reporters love nothing more than a bit of conflict.

However, many reporters shook their heads in disdain. The purchase price was a commercial secret—why would they disclose that?

As expected, Ying Yi’s expression remained indifferent, but his disdain was evident. He coldly looked at the reporter and said, "What business is it of yours how much we paid? And even if I don’t tell you, what difference does it make? Who do you think you are?"

Despite the harsh words, none of the other reporters dared to say anything. The power and influence behind Snow God were already becoming clear.

The troublesome reporter was promptly escorted out of the conference room by Snow God’s security.

While Snow God was holding its press conference, the Shen family in Zhongjing was also watching the event unfold on television.

The broadcast featured the Zhou Group's press conference from that morning.

The Shen family members wore various expressions of shock as they watched.

"This... this takeover happened in less than two days! How is that possible?" Shen Lian, the second son of the Shen family, exclaimed in disbelief.

"This Snow God Group is truly formidable. With the deaths of Zhou Wanyou and his son, the Zhou Group was surrounded by vultures. For Snow God to seize the Zhou Group in such a short time, there must be a powerful force behind them!" Shen Wu added, his expression grave.

Everyone understood the implications of Shen Wu's words and shook their heads in amazement.

At that moment, the family patriarch spoke calmly, "As far as I know, there are only three first-tier families in Zhongjing. Only a first-tier family could mobilize the resources to acquire the Zhou Group so quickly."

Pausing, the patriarch narrowed his eyes and continued, "Previously, the Zhou family’s backing was the first-tier Dong family. I suspect that it was the Dong family that made this move. Only a first-tier family could command such respect and take over the Zhou Group in just two days. It seems the Dong family has been planning this for a long time."

His words left the others stunned.

The idea that a first-tier family had entered the fray was something they hadn’t anticipated.

The patriarch continued, "If I’m right, the Dong family intends to use the acquisition of the Zhou Group to leap into the position of the top family in Zhongjing. But the other two first-tier families may not be willing to sit back and watch. There’s bound to be turmoil in Zhongjing soon!"

The family members exchanged glances, all realizing that Zhongjing was on the verge of upheaval.

As they were processing this, the door suddenly burst open, and Shen Xue walked in, dressed sharply in a tailored suit and trench coat.

With a calm expression, she uttered just two words: "Meeting time."