Location: Jianye Tower, Top Floor – Ji Haoran's Private Study
The lights in the room were dim. Not for mood, but for control.
Ji Haoran didn't need light to think. Only silence, precision, and the right kind of pressure.
A screen glowed before him — rotating through reports.
– Lin Feng bypassed the South Pearl auction
– Crimson Circle prestige reclassification successful
– Zhou Anliang… compromised
His fingers, long and pale, tapped slowly on the desk.
"He's not just moving forward," he said.
"He's insulating."
Across the desk sat a woman in a dark plum blazer — eyes sharp, unreadable.
She didn't speak yet.
"He's using art. Legacy. Emotion."
"He's forcing power structures to look… human."
Still, the woman said nothing.
Haoran leaned back.
"That's where you come in."
Her name was Wen Ruoxi.
Former behavioral analyst for the Huang Consortium.
Disgraced after a project collapsed — publicly blamed for "emotionally poisoning negotiations."
