Lu Qianqian Seeks Investment

The atmosphere in the top-floor conference room of the Qin Group headquarters was tense.

All the executives kept their heads down, not daring to meet the gaze of Qin Ya, who sat at the head of the table.

Nor did they dare to look at the man standing in front of the projection screen.

Li Jinchuan.

After his crushing defeat at the hands of Lu Chenyuan and his subsequent refuge under the Qin family’s wing, he had been lying low for far too long.

So long that many had nearly forgotten the sharp edge he once wielded.

Today, he wore a tailored dark suit, his hair meticulously combed.

His eyes were calm, even carrying a hint of icy detachment.

There was no trace of a defeated man’s despondency in him—only the dangerous aura of a predator.

"My proposal is complete," Li Jinchuan said, his voice quiet yet piercingly clear.

He turned off the projector, and the lights in the room brightened.

All eyes instinctively turned to Qin Ya.

She lounged in her chair with an air of nonchalance, dressed in a fiery red dress that clashed starkly with the somber tones of the conference room.

Her expression was one of lazy indifference.

"Li Jinchuan, are you suggesting that the Qin Group continue a price war with Lu Chenyuan?"

Her tone was as casual as if she were discussing where to go shopping that afternoon.

"Yes, and no," Li Jinchuan replied, meeting her gaze steadily.

"'Boundless' cars are now the benchmark for new energy vehicles in Xia. Their brand image is firmly established. Going head-to-head with them in the high-end market would be suicide."

"But their success has also left a massive gap in the market."

"The sub-400,000 segment."

"That is the true foundation of Xia’s new energy vehicle market."

"Stella’s exclusive models are already targeting it. If we don’t move now, we’ll be too late."

A vice president couldn’t help but interject, "Director Li, a price war is too risky. Even with our supply chain cost advantages, achieving the 'affordable' high performance you’re proposing would squeeze profit margins to the limit. One misstep, and we’d face massive losses."

"I don’t want profits," Li Jinchuan’s reply stunned everyone.

"I want market share."

His gaze swept across the room.

"I want an irresistible product at an irresistible price, seizing consumers' minds in the shortest time possible."

"I want everyone to know that if they want a high-performance new energy vehicle, they don’t have to choose 'Boundless.'"

"When our 'Stormchaser' floods the streets of Xia, the untouchable myth of 'Boundless' will crumble on its own."

"Stormchaser"—the name he had chosen for the new brand.

Simple, direct, brimming with speed.

Qin Ya’s fingers tapped lightly against the table. For the first time, her eyes held a trace of seriousness as she studied Li Jinchuan.

She knew this man was gambling—staking the Qin family’s resources on his ambition, on his hatred for Lu Chenyuan.

But she couldn’t deny the allure of his plan.

If it succeeded, Qin’s new energy division would no longer be Mo Qingli’s follower. Instead, it would become a challenger capable of threatening the very foundation of Lu Chenyuan’s tech empire from an entirely new angle.

"What guarantees do you have for success?" Qin Ya asked.

"Me."

Li Jinchuan’s answer was a single word.

His eyes burned with absolute confidence—even arrogance.

"Over this past period, I’ve studied every parameter of 'Boundless' models, dissected their entire supply chain, and analyzed over 100,000 user feedback reports."

"I know exactly where their strengths lie—and more importantly, where their weaknesses are."

"My 'Stormchaser' will deliver 70% of their performance in the areas they pride most—battery and smart systems."

"But at half their price."

"Tell me, Miss Qin, would a product like that win?"

The room fell into dead silence. Everyone was stunned by the vision Li Jinchuan had painted.

He was a madman.

And a genius.

Qin Ya remained silent for a long time.

Then she stood and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the bustling city below.

She remembered how, not long ago, Lu Chenyuan had flipped the board—directly negotiating with the city’s top officials in a bold, open move.

In that moment, she had felt the helplessness of being outmaneuvered.

She knew that if the Qin family continued to follow step-by-step behind Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli, they would never rise above their current standing.

To win, they had to take unconventional measures. They had to place a bold bet where no one expected.

And Li Jinchuan was the sharpest—and most dangerous—card in her hand.

"Fine."

Qin Ya turned, her red lips parting.

"You have my approval."

"Qin’s new energy division will establish a 'Stormchaser' business unit. You’ll lead it."

"All company resources will be allocated to you."

She walked toward Li Jinchuan, the click of her heels echoing sharply in the silent room.

She tilted her head slightly to look up at him.

"But remember this, Li Jinchuan."

"This is the Qin family’s car—not your tool for revenge against Lu Chenyuan."

"What I want is the market. Victory. The Qin family’s future."

"If you fail, I’ll personally kick you out of here myself."

Li Jinchuan looked down at her stunning, dangerous face, mere inches from his own. A cold smirk tugged at his lips.

"Deal."

Deep in his eyes, a flame long extinguished roared back to life.

This time, he would burn Lu Chenyuan—and his lofty tech empire—to ashes.

……

The preparations for the "Horizon" Foundation were far more complicated than Lu Qianqian had anticipated.

She rented a small office as the foundation’s temporary headquarters.

Ji Wushuang became her first employee, juggling multiple roles—driver, bodyguard, administrator, and assistant.

The initial funding from Lou Mengling, Lu Chenyuan, and Mo Qingli had already been secured.

But subsequent fundraising had hit a wall.

Lu Qianqian insisted on not accepting public donations and demanded the foundation retain absolute control over its capital.

These two conditions immediately deterred many potential investors.

Some wanted greater social prestige in exchange for donations, while others sought influence within the foundation.

"Angels" like Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli—who gave money without interference—were exceedingly rare.

"Big brother, here’s our current financial situation."

In Lu Chenyuan’s office, Lu Qianqian handed him a report.

"It’s just enough to launch our first pilot project in the Middle East. But for subsequent expansions—including the plans for Southeast Asia—we still have a significant funding gap."

Her voice carried a weariness only adults could truly understand.

Ideals were grand, but reality was full of constraints.

Lu Chenyuan studied the report, then looked at his sister—no longer the spoiled girl she once was, but someone with newfound resilience in her brow.

"Qianqian, have you considered a different approach?"

"What approach?"

"Your project is, at its core, an impact investment," Lu Chenyuan said slowly.

"Its returns aren’t monetary, but in positive social influence and intangible political capital."

"For some people, that’s worth more than money."

"Like who?"

Lu Chenyuan's fingers tapped lightly on the desk.

"For example, Qin Ya."