The Billionaire's Multiplier System
Chapter 105 - 106 – Breaths Between Storms: Lin Feng’s Crucible of Trust

Chapter 105: Chapter 106 – Breaths Between Storms: Lin Feng’s Crucible of Trust

The morning haze over Yanjing felt heavier than usual, as if the city itself sensed the shifting weight of alliances and betrayals. Lin Feng stood quietly on the balcony of the Apex Council’s central tower, the high-rise casting its shadow over the administrative district below. His coffee had gone cold, untouched.

The events of the previous night played on a loop in his mind—Cassandra’s velvet-toned proposal, the emergence of the unknown third-party actor who had upended a targeted Council deal, and the first signs of wavering loyalty among his loosely knit circle. It was too much too fast, and he couldn’t afford hesitation.

Inside, the council chamber buzzed quietly. Most of the core members had already arrived, seated according to the new configuration he’d arranged—a subtle move to foster collaboration and isolate those he suspected were leaning toward Cassandra’s influence. Zhao Yumo sat close to Tang Ning, a deliberate pairing that created mutual accountability. Xu Shanyuan was placed nearer the strategic division, far from Cai Yiran, who had started exhibiting signs of detachment.

Lin Feng re-entered the chamber, his silence immediately quieting side conversations.

"We have three issues today," he began without ceremony, his tone low and controlled. "First, a third-party interference that sabotaged our port development contract with Jinjiang Holdings. Second, Cassandra’s proposition—her ’Velvet Accord.’ And third—trust. Specifically, who among us still remembers why we started this."

He let that sit for a beat. No one looked away.

"I want to start with the sabotage," he said. "Xu Shanyuan, you reviewed the breach?"

Xu stood, nodding. "Yes. The breach wasn’t digital. Our systems are intact. But someone from within our extended network passed sensitive scheduling data to a competing firm. The saboteurs rerouted construction permits and redirected pre-ordered equipment to Qingdao, effectively killing our exclusive rights."

Tang Ning interjected, "Was it Cassandra?"

"No," Lin Feng said. "Cassandra may be many things, but subtle isn’t one of them. This was too clean, too quiet. I believe it’s an independent player. Possibly corporate-backed, possibly political."

Zhao Yumo leaned forward. "Another Zixuan?"

"Not quite. This one’s methodical, not loud. Which means they’re dangerous. They’re not trying to humiliate us; they’re trying to bleed us slowly."

A silence settled. The kind that came not from fear, but contemplation.

"We’ve started making noise," Lin Feng continued. "With Apex Circle gaining traction, with Spectron cornered, and Cassandra now circling us like a diplomat-turned-vulture—others are noticing. And someone out there doesn’t want us unified."

Yun Zhi, who’d mostly kept to herself recently, finally spoke up. "You said trust is the third issue. But trust can’t be demanded, only earned. Are you asking for loyalty, or are you offering clarity?"

Lin Feng turned to her, studying her face. The same face that once hesitated to even sit in the same room as power brokers, now looked him in the eye without flinching.

"I’m offering clarity," he said. "And clarity begins with choices."

He turned on the projector, revealing Cassandra’s official Velvet Accord proposal. It was a pitch as brilliant as it was dangerous: co-leadership between the Apex Council and Cassandra’s Crescent Assembly, a mutual veto mechanism, and selective policy synchronization. But beneath the polished language, Lin Feng saw the trap—surrender masked as equality.

"Cassandra doesn’t need our approval," Lin Feng said. "She needs our legitimacy. If we say yes, we become the decorative half of her empire. If we say no, she continues whispering into ears until she pulls someone away."

A faint glance passed between Cai Yiran and Yun Zhi. Lin Feng noticed, but didn’t acknowledge.

"Which is why we don’t respond to her yet," he added. "Not until we’re unified internally. I want a security audit of every council member’s digital and physical operations. If you have something to hide, bring it to me before it’s discovered by others."

That caused a visible shift in the room—respect, but also unease. Trust enforced through accountability. It wasn’t pleasant, but it was necessary.

As the meeting adjourned, Lin Feng walked back to his private office, aware that someone was following. It was Su Xiaoqiao.

"You didn’t mention my name during the breach discussion," she said once they were alone.

"Because it wasn’t you."

"How do you know?"

"Because if it was, you’d be too smart to follow me into a room alone."

She gave a small laugh, but her eyes remained sharp. "What’s your plan with Cassandra?"

"Divide her coalition. Tempt her with fake fractures in ours, and let her overstretch. She’s a seductress of influence—if she thinks she’s winning, she’ll overreach."

"And what if someone from our side does jump ship?"

"Then I let them burn on her terms, not mine."

Xiaoqiao tilted her head. "And your backup plan?"

"You."

She blinked.

"You’ve spent the least time in the limelight, and yet you’ve navigated the council without making enemies. I need someone who can build quietly, off the radar. Someone who can set the next foundation while I deal with the wolves at the front."

Her brow furrowed, but she nodded slowly. "And the others? Yun Zhi, Yumo, Ning?"

"They’ll be pulled into the main board. Visible shields. But you’ll be the spine."

—

That night, Lin Feng visited a small restaurant on the edge of Haidian district—not to eat, but to meet someone new. Someone outside the circle, but known in select economic forums.

The woman waiting at the back table was named Qian Meili. She wasn’t beautiful in the traditional sense, but her aura was magnetic—grace shaped by cold logic. A data systems engineer turned economic analyst, she’d recently published a quiet paper that perfectly predicted Cassandra’s rise five months before it happened.

"You’re late," she said, sipping her wine without standing.

"You’re early," Lin Feng replied, sitting opposite.

"I expected a bodyguard or two."

"You’re more dangerous than they are."

A faint smile. "And you’re not here to praise my paper."

"No. I’m here to ask who funded it."

That caught her off guard.

"Not the government," she replied eventually. "But someone who wanted Cassandra’s trajectory understood—modeled."

"Was it Cassandra herself?"

"No. It was someone she betrayed. A financial patron she cut off once her social power bloomed. He wanted revenge through exposure. But exposure wasn’t enough."

"So you modeled her rise. I want you to model her collapse."

Meili leaned back, studying him. "Collapse isn’t binary. It’s a gradient. Are you asking for instability or annihilation?"

"Instability. Let her lose her base by degrees. Let her become everything she once swore she’d replace."

Meili’s eyes gleamed. "Then you’ll need to give me full access to your council’s structure, funding, and private incentive models."

"You’ll get it. But you’ll also work in shadow. No association with Apex Circle. You’re a ghost."

She tapped a fingernail against her glass. "Done. But one condition: when Cassandra falls, I get exclusive rights to write the post-mortem analysis. With your name included."

Lin Feng’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. "If I’m still around to be named, then yes."

—

The following morning, Cassandra made her next move.

Across major digital news platforms, opinion articles and subtle investigative leaks began appearing—criticizing the Apex Council’s internal hierarchy, Lin Feng’s ’opaque decisions,’ and hinting at an unhealthy closeness between council policy and personal emotion, especially involving Zhao Yumo and Tang Ning.

It wasn’t a frontal assault. It was poison in the water.

Tang Ning slammed the tablet down in his office. "This is coordinated."

"Yes," Lin Feng said calmly. "And it’s the best she can do for now."

Yumo entered, eyes dark. "Do we respond?"

Lin Feng shook his head. "No. We tighten. No public rebuttals. Every word we say gives her more to work with. For now, let her scream into the void."

Ning frowned. "And when she escalates?"

"Then we introduce a fracture of our own."

—

But as he spoke, a notification pinged in his private channel—an urgent message from Meili.

Target anomaly identified.

Cassandra is not acting alone. A corporate ghost shell has surfaced behind her. Possibly foreign. Possibly sovereign-backed.

Lin Feng stared at the message.

So it wasn’t just internal politics anymore.

This was war.