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The lingering smoke had yet to disperse when Chen Zhang slowly turned his gaze to his side.
His nephew, Chen Xiaojun, sat there. From beginning to end today, he had remained as still as a pool of deep water.
"Xiaojun, you've watched everything unfold today... do you have any other thoughts?"
As his words fell, everyone in the hall immediately turned their attention to Chen Xiaojun.
Zhu Yanfeng stopped tapping his pipe, Qin Lüguang narrowed his eyes, and Ma Zhibin set down his wine cup.
The silence of this prodigy of the Chen Clan, renowned for his strategic insight, broad vision, and ingenious, uncanny schemes, drew a curious glance even from the habitually unruffled Yang Zhicheng.
Chen Xiaojun slowly raised his eyes.
His gaze remained calm and untroubled, yet beneath that stillness, it seemed to harbor a deep-sea vortex.
He did not answer immediately. Silence spread through the air, broken only by the unconscious movement of his slender fingers lightly tracing the rim of his teacup.
This quiet composure was utterly unlike the decisive battlefield killer and the lively, laughing conversationalist Chen Zhang remembered.
Something stirred in Chen Zhang's heart. From that strange incident on the battlefield to today's silence, he kept feeling that some change had come over his nephew.
At last, Chen Xiaojun spoke slowly. "My thoughts..."
He paused briefly, seemingly weighing the most fitting way to express himself.
"In the Canopy District, our previous focus was on 'breaking': breaking the Bone Diggers, breaking the divided power blocs, and breaking the old order. Now that we've broken through the deadlock, we should consider 'building.'"
"Second Uncle's fundamental strategy is to use the Joint Management Council's name to control