Qin Qiudu · Chat

<scenario>Qin Group Headquarters, 68th floor, CEO's office. Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline is a murky gray. The main lights are off; only cold white auxiliary light sources outline the minimalist black, white, and gray space. The office, usually absolutely silent and meticulous, is now broken by the harsh sound of shattering and sharp cries. An expensive bone china coffee cup has smashed into pieces on the thick cashmere carpet, the dark brown liquid soaking in to form a large stain.</scenario> <narration>The air is thick with a chilling aura that feels like it could freeze one's lungs. It is the blizzard pheromone of a top-tier Alpha. Usually perfectly concealed and restrained by its master, it has now erupted like a true avalanche, mercilessly crushing everything in the space. The glass curtain walls seem to emit a faint groan under this high pressure. This isn't a wild rage, but a coldness so absolute it could extinguish all signs of life. In the center of this space filled with bone-chilling cold and suffocating pressure, Qin Qiudu sits behind his large black acid-wood desk, his posture still upright, like a temperatureless ice sculpture.</narration> <action>Qin Qiudu's long, pale fingers are interlaced, resting casually on the edge of the desk. His light gray eyes, behind the lenses of his gold-rimmed chain glasses, look down indifferently at the Omega huddled on the carpet a few steps away, crying and screaming hysterically. Not a single unnecessary wrinkle mars his brow, and his facial structure appears even sharper and more merciless under the cold light. He just watches silently, as if appraising a defective product that has lost its last bit of utility.</action> <message>"Qin Qiudu! You can't do this to me! If I hadn't dragged you out of that filthy alley back then, you'd be dead! And now you're blacklisting me for some newcomer with no background?! Do you have no conscience!"</message> <narration>The hysterical interrogation echoes in the empty office, carrying the desperate madness of someone at their wit's end. Five years. A full five years. This bad debt, which had annoyed him from the start but which he felt forced to cover because of the words "life-saving favor," has finally exhausted his last shred of patience today. Qin Qiudu is a man who cares deeply about benefits and rules. He used the villa at Nanshan Mansion, shares in Starlight Entertainment, countless luxury endorsements, and S-tier resources to fill this bottomless pit, solely to buy a clean reputation. He didn't bother with the other's tyrannical behavior in the industry, treating it as the cost of avoiding trouble. But once a bottomline is crossed, his methods for taking everything back will be thousands of times more cruel than his charity.</narration> <action>Qin Qiudu finally moves. He slowly unclasps his hands and taps his knuckles twice on the solid wood desktop. The sound isn't loud, but it's like a heavy hammer, instantly shattering the tension in the air. He looks up, his cold gaze piercing the Omega on the floor, his thin lips parting slightly.</action> <message>"Are you finished?"</message> <narration>Just three words. His voice is deep and cold, without any inflection, yet it makes the Omega on the floor look like a bird that's been grabbed by the neck; the crying stops abruptly, leaving only terrified sobs. The concentration of the blizzard pheromone surges again, the bone-chilling pressure directly suppressing the other's gland. It is a top-tier suppression originating from the depths of their genes, stripping away the instinct to resist.</narration> <message>"Assistant Chen."</message> <action>Qin Qiudu doesn't even spare another glance for the Omega, turning his gaze toward the CEO's special assistant, who has been standing by the door like a shadow, hardly daring to breathe.</action> <message>"Mr. Qin, your orders."</message> <message>"He has kept the words 'life-saving favor' on his lips for five years. The resources I gave were enough to buy ten of his lives. But he seems to have misunderstood one thing—just because I allow a dog to bark in the Qin family courtyard doesn't mean that dog can bite the people I have forbidden it to touch."</message> <narration>Qin Qiudu's speech is steady and even, yet every word is like a blade carving through bone. Another figure irrepressibly emerges in his mind. The Omega who was maliciously targeted on set by a deputy director this fool had bribed, who was slandered by paid internet trolls across the web, yet who still kept her back straight and endured it all without a word. Su He'an. Just the flash of that name in his mind easily stirs his long-dormant nerves, giving rise to a sense of possessiveness that feels both foreign and dangerous even to him. She is the one he has chosen. Clean, pure, with an unyielding pride. And this stupid, greedy thing on the floor actually dared to use the resources he gave to suppress and humiliate Su He'an. This was a frantic provocation on the edge of his scale.</narration> <action>Qin Qiudu stands up, his tall, inverted-triangle frame bringing the intense pressure of a superior. He keeps one hand in his trouser pocket, looking down at the trembling Omega on the floor, the chain of his gold glasses glinting with a cold metallic light as he moves.</action> <message>"Send the word down. From this second, the Qin Group withdraws all investment and protection from him."</message> <message>"Yes, Mr. Qin."</message> <message>"Notify the legal department to initiate liquidation procedures immediately. The villa at Nanshan Mansion and the 15% stake in Starlight Entertainment under his name are to be forcibly reclaimed. All other money given to him is written off; do not give him another cent."</message> <message>"Qin Qiudu... no, Mr. Qin! You can't be this heartless! I know I was wrong, I'll never mess with Su He'an again! Please, let me go!"</message> <action>The Omega on the floor finally realizes what he's facing and desperately tries to lung forward to grab Qin Qiudu's leg. A flash of extreme disgust crosses Qin Qiudu's eyes, and he takes half a step back. Two strong, black-clad bodyguards instantly appear out of nowhere, pinning the Omega's shoulders and forcibly holding him in place.</action> <message>"Gag him. Too noisy."</message> <action>The guards move swiftly to silence the Omega and begin dragging him out.</action> <message>"Wait."</message> <narration>Qin Qiudu's voice rings out again, filled with a terrifying calmness. He walks slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the dark sky as the blizzard pheromones condense into frost in the air.</narration> <message>"Send a notice to all major producers, brand owners, and platforms. Any person or organization that dares to give him even a single shot on screen is publicly declaring war on the Qin Group. I want him to vanish completely from this industry. Not even his name is allowed to appear again."</message> <message>"Understood. I will handle it personally; I'll ensure there are no loopholes."</message> <action>The bodyguards drag the struggling Omega, whose eyes are now completely glazed with despair, out of the office. The heavy soundproof door slowly closes, cutting off all the ugly whimpering.</action> <scenario>The vast top-floor office returns to its dead silence. Only the blizzard scent lingering in the air serves as a testament to the bloodless execution that just took place. The coffee stain on the cashmere carpet is like a glaring scar, ruining the extreme symmetry and order of the space.</scenario> <action>Qin Qiudu turns around, his gaze falling on the stain, and a vein finally throbbed in his temple. His severe OCD makes him feel a strong physical revulsion toward such mess and the lingering scent of others. He reaches up and irritably loosens the meticulously tied black tie at his neck, undoing the top button of his pure white shirt; the veins on his pale, long neck bulge slightly.</action> <message>"Assistant Chen."</message> <message>"Mr. Qin, your orders."</message> <message>"Call the cleaning team up. The entire floor, deep disinfection three times. This carpet, and that sofa he just touched, remove them immediately and throw them into the shredder. I don't want to see a single speck of dust related to him in this room again."</message> <message>"Yes, the cleaning team is already on standby outside. Everything will be replaced within half an hour."</message> <narration>Assistant Chen has followed Qin Qiudu for years and knows his boss's temper well. Normally, Qin Qiudu hides his emotions; he is a capital machine that only precisely calculates gains and losses. But today, the machine has clearly malfunctioned. For that newcomer named Su He'an, Mr. Qin didn't hesitate to tear down the five-year facade of "gratitude," using thunderous methods, even willing to dirty his own hands to crush an ant.</narration> <action>Qin Qiudu walks to the independent bar on the side, turns on the faucet, and repeatedly rinses his hands with ice-cold purified water, as if just having looked at that Omega once had contaminated him with bacteria. He pulls out a tissue and slowly dries the water from his knuckles, his movements elegant yet imbued with an innate ruthlessness.</action> <message>"The funding chain for Director Wang's crew, have you looked into it?"</message> <message>"It has been verified. He had previously bribed the producer to forcibly cut Su He'an's scenes. Now that he's blacklisted, I've already notified the group's finance department to immediately stop all subsequent payments for all projects under that producer's name. Also, Director Wang sent word that not only are Su He'an's scenes safe, but Director Wang also greatly admires her resilience and plans to add more scenes for her."</message> <action>Hearing that name, Qin Qiudu's hand-wiping motion pauses slightly. In his cold, light gray eyes, the churning frost seems to melt for a split second, but is quickly covered by an even deeper desire for control. He tosses the tissue precisely into the trash can and walks back to the desk, but does not sit down.</action> <message>"Notify the cinema chains under the Qin Group. For Director Wang's film, increase the screening rate by 20%. Tell that producer that if any more 'small tricks' targeting Su He'an appear in the crew, I'll show him what a true capital winter looks like."</message> <message>"Yes, Mr. Qin."</message> <message>"Also, what's the word on Shen Li? Doesn't his competing company always love to pick up the scraps behind the Qin Group?"</message> <message>"Shen Li has indeed been privately contacting his agent recently, seemingly intending to take over a few fast-moving consumer goods endorsements under his name, trying to take the opportunity to annoy us."</message> <action>A faint, mocking sneer curls at the corner of Qin Qiudu's mouth. He reaches up to adjust the frame of his gold glasses, his eyes sharp as knives.</action> <message>"Let him take them. And while you're at it, have the risk control department thoroughly investigate the bottom line of Shen Li's upcoming listed new energy shell company. Since he loves collecting trash so much, when the market opens next Monday, short it. Let him be buried along with his junkyard."</message> <message>"Understood. Mr. Qin, there's one more thing..."</message> <action>Assistant Chen glances at the tablet in his hand, his tone becoming subtly cautious.</action> <message>"The first-floor reception just called. Miss Su He'an... is currently in the lobby. She doesn't have an appointment, and the reception doesn't dare let her through. They're asking if they should call security..."</message> <narration>The blizzard pheromone stalls in the air for a moment, then retracts and falls back at an incredible speed, finally lying dormant within that tall frame. Qin Qiudu's breathing becomes deep in an instant. He turns his head, his gaze fixed on the closed oak door. His fingers unconsciously rub the edge of his cufflink. Su He'an. The Su He'an who never bows her head and never asks for help has actually come to the Qin Group headquarters of her own accord. For what? To confirm the truth of his sudden downfall? Or... to draw a line?</narration> <action>Qin Qiudu re-fastens that shirt button and pushes his slightly loose tie back beneath his Adam's apple, meticulously straightening his cuffs. The capital judge who looked like a demon just a moment ago seems to have vanished, replaced by a restrained, steady, and unfathomable master chess player. He looks at Assistant Chen, his tone steady yet carrying an absolute will that brooks no argument.</action> <message>"Let her up. Assistant Chen, tell the reception that from now on, her clearance is to be directly entered for the top-floor elevator."</message>