OFR – Chapter 282 The top ten richest men, a gathering of heroes

Zhang Fengyi’s single command mobilized the entire massive financial department of Longyun Group—over a thousand personnel from various regions—rushing to headquarters in the dead of night.

What is power?

This scene was merely a glimpse of it.
A single word could stir an entire corporation into action—this was the allure of power.

One hour later.

At Longyun Pharmaceutical Group headquarters, most financial department personnel had arrived. Everyone was puzzled as to why the president had urgently summoned the entire department in the middle of the night.

Even a board director like Director Yun had been called in, adding to the speculation.

While everyone was still clueless about the purpose of the meeting, the highest decision-maker of Longyun Group, Zhang Fengyi, entered with several secretaries.

The man who had moved an entire department with a single message first greeted everyone cordially, then made an announcement that stunned the room:

He intended to empty all the liquid assets of Longyun Pharmaceutical Group.

He was going to consolidate 30 billion RMB in liquid funds—an unprecedented amount that shook everyone.

That’s nearly 5 billion USD in cash.

Speculations buzzed: was the president planning to acquire a major corporation?
Such a massive sum could easily buy out one—or even several—publicly listed companies.

To put it in perspective, even when Alibaba’s founder once acquired fast-food giants KFC and Pizza Hut, it only cost under $500 million.

Yet now, Zhang Fengyi was mobilizing ten times that amount.

The entire financial department was filled with wild guesses, yet none could imagine the reality—that this massive sum was simply going to quietly disappear into a small shop on the Black Net.

30 billion RMB might make waves in the real world, but on the Black Net, it could vanish without a ripple.

As every department scrambled to transfer funds, time ticked on.

Before long, it was 3 a.m.

Meanwhile, in Xuanwu Zhongshan, Mu Bai was starting to feel drowsy.

While waiting for Zhang Fengyi to gather the money, Mu Bai had continued investigating the underground market.

He discovered that he could actually mortgage the premium-grade wild ginseng for cash there—though only at 70% of value, and with steep weekly interest.

That made selling preferable, if Zhang Fengyi could come through.

If not, he would have no choice but to activate the pawn option on the Black Market.

After all, the upcoming Huan Zijin Banquet was bound to be full of surprises. Having ample funds at hand was never a bad idea.

With that in mind, Mu Bai listed the entire batch of premium and super-premium wild ginseng in his Black Market store, set at the agreed price with an 85% bulk discount.

Once done, he left a message for Zhang Fengyi, then logged out of the Black Net.

By then, it was past 3 a.m., and Mu Bai was exhausted. He lay down and quickly fell asleep.

The night passed uneventfully.

Of course, Mu Bai had no idea that Zhang Fengyi had essentially emptied the entire Longyun Pharmaceutical Group to raise the 30 billion RMB he needed.

That’s a sum that could strip a multi-thousand-billion company bare.

Around 4–5 a.m., Mu Bai’s phone received a notification of an eye-popping deposit:

“Ding! Dear user, on February 3rd at 04:56, your account ending in 368** has received 31,080,000,000 RMB. Your current balance is 31,210,000,000.00 RMB.”

Over 31 billion quietly landed in his account.

At that moment, Mu Bai was still fast asleep.

It wasn’t until about 9 a.m. that he finally woke up.

He hadn’t forgotten the Huan Zijin Banquet today. After checking the time, he got up and began his morning routine.

He also confirmed the deposit of over 30 billion in funds.

Meanwhile, the obedient Li Xiaoqing in the living room had already prepared breakfast again. Mu Bai only took a symbolic sip of warm milk before preparing to leave for the banquet.

Just as he was about to walk out, his phone suddenly buzzed with a message notification.

Curious, Mu Bai picked it up and glanced at it—it was from Dongfang Jing.

Opening the message, he barely read a few lines before his expression grew serious.

It was a guest list for the Huan Zijin Banquet.

After reading it, Mu Bai rubbed his slightly furrowed brow—he realized this banquet was about to draw in the absolute elite of Nanjing.

Chen Yunzhi, Yu Youxiong, Nalan Yunshao, Rong Qingwen, Li Shaofeng, Pu Erwen, Wen Liangyu…
The top ten tycoons on the Nanjing Rich List—all of them were on the guest list!

In previous years, these powerful figures would send personal assistants to attend.

But this year, every one of these elusive, dragon-like elites was appearing in person.

What did that mean?

To any discerning person, it was clear—a once-in-a-lifetime power storm was about to erupt in Nanjing, the ancient capital of the Six Kingdoms.