"I'll transfer 30 million to your account later. Keep it handy in case you need to spend on something important," Ye Chen said casually.

The next day.

On the way to Huaxing Trading, Ye Chen, driving his G-Wagon, suddenly spoke.

Unaware of the shock his words would bring, he continued, "Yi Nuo, I'll transfer 30 million into your account."

"W-What?" Chen Yi Nuo almost jumped out of her seat. "Did you just say... 30 million?"

"Yes, 30 million," Ye Chen replied with a smile.

"Why would you transfer so much money to me? I don't even need that much! Just spend it where it's actually necessary!" Chen Yi Nuo quickly protested. Her mind was in complete disarray.

Thirty million?!

That was a number she wouldn't even dare to dream of, let alone imagine sitting in her bank account. An eight-figure balance was beyond her wildest fantasies.

"Thirty million isn't much," Ye Chen chuckled. "Honestly, I think it's a bit on the low side. After all, you still need to pay off the credit card and loans I made you take out earlier, as well as the debts you borrowed elsewhere."

"That's not necessary! I've already paid off most of it over the past year or two-only about thirty or forty thousand remains. You really don't need to transfer that much to me!" Chen Yi Nuo hurriedly explained.

"Whatever's left, just keep it for yourself. And to put it bluntly, we're not strapped for cash anymore. Go ahead and buy what you've always wanted. Those tough days we spent together are in the past; now that we've turned the corner, it's time for you to enjoy life," Ye Chen said sincerely, with a sigh.

"What? Are you trying to turn us into those nouveau riche types?"

Though warmth spread through her heart, filling her with comfort and happiness, Chen Yi Nuo still couldn't help but respond sarcastically.

"Nouveau riche? So what? This money is earned fair and square. There's no shame in spending it. We're not going to hoard it and continue living miserably. That would just be stupid!" Ye Chen replied matter-of-factly.

"Alright, alright, you win!" Chen Yi Nuo conceded.

"Then it's settled. I'll head to the bank in a bit and transfer 30 million to your account!" Ye Chen declared.

"Fine. Think of it as me holding it for you. If you ever run into financial trouble in the future, two or three million will still be enough to help," Chen Yi Nuo finally agreed, nodding.

However, she had no intention of squandering such a large sum. The habit of preparing for the worst was deeply ingrained in her after years of poverty.

Financial trouble?

Ye Chen chuckled to himself. With sixty years of future memories as his secret weapon, how could he ever face financial difficulties?

Every step he took was meticulously planned, leaving no room for mistakes. And even in the highly unlikely event of a cash shortage, a few million wouldn't even scratch the surface.

"If that day ever came," Ye Chen thought, "two or three million wouldn't even be worth mentioning."

"So, go ahead and spend as you like! I know you've always been cautious, living by the philosophy of 'build high walls, stockpile grain.' But we're way past that. Two or three million is nothing to us now," Ye Chen reassured her.

"Don't worry, I'll spend it. Everything I wanted to buy but couldn't before-I'll finally treat myself!" Chen Yi Nuo smiled helplessly.

"Good!" Ye Chen grinned foolishly.

After dropping Chen Yi Nuo off at Huaxing Trading, Ye Chen drove straight to the bank.

Thirty million was promptly transferred to Chen Yi Nuo's account.

Even after subtracting the first-phase funding for Peng Jun (30 million), the cost of purchasing a house (20 million), and the transfer to Chen Yi Nuo (30 million), his account still held over 500 million.

As a VIP client, Ye Chen naturally enjoyed the special treatment of being personally escorted out of the bank by the manager and several staff members.

Sitting back in his G-Wagon, Ye Chen entered the coordinates for Qianlong Game Company into the car's navigation system.

Though in his previous life, Qianlong wasn't acquired until a month later, the company was already on the brink of collapse now-funding had dried up, and even the janitor's wages couldn't be paid. The core team members were barely surviving on instant noodles.

This was a golden opportunity Ye Chen wouldn't miss. The time to act was now.

Tianhai District - Chebei Village

Police cars blocked all entrances and exits to the urban village.

The district police, city bureau, and armed police had surrounded Chebei Village in a tight formation.

This massive operation stemmed from a tip-off an hour earlier that a wanted fugitive was hiding in the village.

Though the validity of the information was unconfirmed, the suspect was no ordinary criminal-he was a fugitive wanted across three provinces and seven cities, with eleven murders on his record and seven years on the run. The entire Jiangzhou police force couldn't afford to sit idly by.

A black Jeep Wrangler, sirens blaring, screeched to a stop at the village entrance.

Out stepped a man: Qi Quan, the city's police captain, who had previously investigated Ye Chen after Feng Liang's death.

Wearing plain clothes, Qi Quan removed his sunglasses, tossing his shoulder-length hair with a flourish.

"Captain Qi!"

"Captain Qi!"

"How's the situation? Have we confirmed that bastard is inside?" Qi Quan asked, chewing gum.

"Yes, Captain! Video footage confirms it's him-the maniac!" a subordinate replied.

"Have the residents been evacuated?" Qi Quan inquired.

"We couldn't evacuate them without alarming the suspect. If he senses something's off, all our efforts might go to waste," the officer explained.

"Damn it! Who authorized this? No evacuation, no preparation, and we're supposed to proceed with the arrest? What if hostages are taken or innocent people get hurt? Who's taking responsibility for that?" Qi Quan roared in frustration.

"Are you saying I made a bad decision?"

A middle-aged man stepped out from behind Qi Quan. He was none other than the newly appointed deputy director of the city bureau, who had replaced Li Mu's uncle.

"Uh... Deputy Director Song, was it your call?" Qi Quan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why? Since the director's away, I'm in charge now. Do you have an issue with me giving orders?" Song replied coolly.

"No, sir, but don't you think-"

Before Qi Quan could finish, Song raised a hand to cut him off.

"I know what you're about to say, but this is a calculated risk. That maniac isn't just any fugitive. Based on his history, he'll flee within three hours of being spotted. We don't know why he's in Chebei Village, but he won't stay long. If we waste time on extensive planning, we'll lose our window to catch him."

"I've already sent plainclothes officers inside to quietly warn residents to stay indoors. The suspect's location has been pinpointed to 135 Sixth Alley, but we don't know which floor or apartment he's in. Our priority is to ensure he doesn't escape that building. The arrest must happen inside."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get him!"

Qi Quan adjusted his gun holster, flipped his hair, and sprinted into the village.