OFR – Chapter 366 Closing the Palace (Part 2) (Ending)

Rong Tiancheng was once a peak power figure in China who had reached the A13 level.

A13 level.

Internationally, in the eyes of many major consortia and conglomerates, that level of wealth might not seem especially terrifying. But within China, it was absolutely the kind of status that people could only look up to.

Although to this day, no billionaire openly acknowledged on the world stage had ever reached this rank, one must understand that society works like this: what is out in the open is never the most frightening.

The truly terrifying ones are those who remain hidden in the shadows, unseen by the public eye.

Families such as the Rothschilds, who once dominated all of Europe and North America, the still-dominant Wittgenstein family, the Morgan consortium, the Citigroup consortium, the Quantum financial dynasty, and so on—supergroups so powerful that ordinary people at the bottom had never even heard their names.

These conglomerates and financial dynasties, to be frank, had in a certain sense already accumulated enough capital, confidence, and power to command the attention and caution of entire nations.

But in China? There had never been such a family or conglomerate.

Not the Rong clan, not even the Nalan clan.

The Rong family’s power came only from the contributions their elders had made to the state. With tacit approval from the true decision-makers of China, they were able to recklessly expand their business alliances and influence. But no matter how far that influence grew, it ultimately still had to serve the country.

As for the Nalan clan?

They were even weaker—an exiled royal lineage forced to hide far away from the capital, retreating to the south to eke out a fragile survival.

That was why, when Nalan clan learned of Rong Qingwen’s move to Nanjing to stir up trouble, they didn’t dare send a heavyweight to suppress him.

Even after Rong Qingwen’s defeat, the true core authorities of the Nalan family harshly punished Nalan Yunshao for acting without authorization. His control over all the family businesses was revoked, leaving him with only the assets he had personally built over the years.

Thus, under China’s centralized system, a man like Rong Tiancheng—who had once stepped into the A13 level—was not just a terrifying figure for a mere city like Nanjing. Even across the entire Chinese business world, only a dozen or so individuals could truly meet him on equal footing.

That was why Rong Tiancheng’s words earlier, which to outsiders might have sounded arrogant and ignorant, were in fact low-key and restrained.

“Mm. I understand, Uncle,” Rong Qingwen said softly after being dazed for a long moment. Knowing his uncle was about to depart for Nanjing, he didn’t waste any more time. He escorted him to the station, waved goodbye, and left.

On the way back, however, he couldn’t shake a heavy feeling in his chest.

Perhaps he was worrying for that peer who had once helped him, that peer who seemed invincible. Or perhaps he was worrying for his own uncle’s safety this time.

In any case, the weight on his mind made Rong Qingwen realize deeply: if he wanted to protect his family, if he wanted to repay the peer who had once helped him, if he wanted to defend the emotions he cherished—then with his current strength, he was still far from enough.

Just as his uncle had said, emotions are a luxury reserved only for those who stand above all others, on the very peak.

If he wanted to hold on to that luxury, then he had no choice but to climb upward with everything he had!

Rong Tiancheng arrived in Nanjing, the ancient capital of six dynasties.

The city was swept with turmoil, the air thick with dread.

During that time, nearly all of the city’s elite power circles became extremely low-profile. No one dared to flaunt themselves on their own turf—not for any other reason, but because a fearsome dragon had crossed the river and arrived in Nanjing.

A man’s name, like a tree’s shadow, casts a long pressure.

Often, no words are necessary. Just the name of the Rong family’s youngest core power-holder—Rong Tiancheng—was enough to suffocate the city’s elite.

After the Lantern Festival, before the first month was even over, the situation in Nanjing rose and fell countless times. Countless figures, the kind that ordinary elites could only look up to, made earth-shaking moves in this ancient city.

Cold Shao, already hailed as “Cold the Invincible”; Li Lingyun, chairman of the Li Group and father of Li Shaofeng; Xie Tianhua, the hidden force behind Nanjing’s wealthiest man; the Nalan clan’s core elder who quietly came from bustling Shanghai; and Rong Tiancheng, the dragon from Beijing, carrying overwhelming momentum.

The five of them clashed repeatedly, shattering and reshaping Nanjing’s business landscape again and again. Beyond these five, no one dared to intervene. Even Nalan Yunshao had long since become nothing more than a bystander.

Perhaps the battles weren’t satisfying enough—so the five of them eventually left Nanjing together, crossing a thousand miles to Hong Kong at the invitation of international finance giants, where they launched a shocking stock market duel.

Stocks of companies controlled by the Rong family, the Nalan family, the Li Group, and Xie Tianhua’s allied enterprises all became chips on the table.

The storms of the stock market were just as fierce, but we need not recount them in detail here.

The result, of course, was that Mu Bai shorted vast amounts of Rong Tiancheng’s companies, swallowing the mountains and rivers like a tiger, his aura as a financial god overwhelming the entire island.

It was then that the name “Cold Shao” truly spread onto the international stage. Many Wall Street titans and global finance giants took note of this youth—barely past his teens—who could contend against China’s four peak power-holders.

After the storm passed, Mu Bai went abroad to visit Mu Xiaoxiao. By chance, he encountered Soros, carrying astronomical funds, preparing to attack Britain’s financial dynasties.

Dongfang Jing and Mu Xiaoxiao’s true backers were also caught in that catastrophe.

To protect them, Mu Bai acquired seventy percent of their backer’s shares and stood directly against Soros—the nightmare of nations.

Leading Britain’s financial dynasties, Mu Bai fought Soros in a defensive battle that gripped the entire British nation. In the end, he won, hailed as a hero by the queen and the people alike.

The youngest queen in British history personally befriended Mu Bai.

At this point, after defeating Soros, Mu Bai already possessed international prestige rivaling many great financial dynasties.

The Rothschilds, the Morgans, Citigroup, and others all reached out, inviting him to visit their domains.

But Soros, in his twilight years, unwilling to fade away quietly, mobilized the Quantum Fund and countless Wall Street tycoons to unleash a global currency war. One after another, national currencies collapsed.

And then, the storm came to China.

Having just returned to China with Mu Xiaoxiao after their wedding, Mu Bai was begged by countless figures of the Chinese business world and personally entreated by the country’s leaders to take action once more.

Thus began a global clash: Mu Bai versus Soros and his coalition of giants—west to Britain, east to North America, south to Russia, north to Australia. The battle shook the world economy to its core.

Through those years were endless storms, untold passion, and boundless heroism.

After three years, Mu Bai finally seized victory, defeating Soros’s coalition and establishing a new world financial system, safeguarding it with his own hands.

Defeated, Soros invited Mu Bai to meet.

On a luxury cruise in the Atlantic, the two of them shared their visions for the future of global finance. After this final, lofty exchange, the once-feared Soros—the nightmare of nations—passed away.

Mu Bai personally attended his funeral.

And with that, the story ends.