You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

The excitement from the concert hasn't faded yet.

Monday morning.

The president's office on the 68th floor of the Yip Group headquarters.

Ye Qingcheng sat behind her desk, her face ashen.

On the computer screen in front of me, a set of alarming numbers were flashing – the stock price of the Yip Group had plummeted by 12 percent in the past two hours.

"Tianhua Capital partnered with three media outlets to simultaneously publish an investigative report."

Ye Qingcheng's personal secretary, Xiao Zhou, stood beside her, her voice tense.

"They claimed to have obtained an internal testing report from Yip's new energy battery factory, saying that our core products have potential carcinogenic risks, and attached a large amount of so-called 'experimental data' and 'revelations from former employees'."

"This report has gone viral across the internet, ranking first on Weibo's trending topics, and has garnered over 300 million views."

Ye Qingcheng's fingernails dug into the leather of the desk.

"Fake."

Her voice was so cold it could freeze.

"I know my factory's products better than anyone else."

"From raw materials to finished products, every step has undergone testing to the highest international standards."

"This so-called 'internal report' is a complete fabrication from beginning to end!"

"I know it's fake, but public opinion doesn't care whether it's true or false."

Xiao Zhou looked miserable.

"Retail investors are frantically selling, and several partner banks have called to sound out our intentions. If the stock price continues to fall, it might trigger..."

"Won't."

Ye Qingcheng interrupted her.

"The Yip Group will not collapse."

But her fingers trembled slightly under the table.

Zhao Deming, the CEO of Tianhua Capital, is a cunning old fox.

He has been coveting Ye's new energy patents for a long time.

This sudden attack was clearly premeditated.

Ye Qingcheng single-handedly supported the Ye Group for six years; she had seen all kinds of storms.

But this time, the opponent chose the worst possible timing—it coincided with a crucial moment in Ye's new round of financing.

If public opinion cannot be quelled and the stock price stabilized within three days, those vultures of capital who have smelled blood will pounce on it like hungry wolves.

Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes, a sense of exhaustion seeping into her very bones.

She picked up her phone, hesitated for three seconds, and then dialed the number.

The phone rang once and was answered.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Chen's voice came through the receiver, deep and steady.

Ye Qingcheng opened her mouth, but her pride made her uncomfortable asking for favors.

But after a two-second silence, she whispered six words.

"I'm in trouble."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"wait for me."

Twenty minutes later.

RS7 was parked downstairs at the Yip Group Building.

When Lin Chen entered the CEO's office, Ye Qingcheng was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, backlit.

Her profile was still breathtakingly beautiful, but the weariness in her eyes was undeniable.

Lin Chen didn't waste any words. He walked to her side and reached out to rub her temples.

"Show me that report."

Ye Qingcheng turned the computer around.

Lin Chen sat down and quickly skimmed through the so-called "investigative report".

After reading it, he scoffed.

"Shoddy work."

"The testing standard number used in this forged test report is GB/T 31485-2015, but this standard was replaced by GB 38031-2020 two years ago."

The article uses the pseudonym "Zhang Wei" to refer to the "former employee," but there are no technicians with the surname Zhang in the employee roster of Ye's New Energy factory in the past five years.

"These basic errors illustrate one point—the people who forged this report don't understand the new energy industry at all; they just paid someone to write a ghostwriter."

Ye Qingcheng's eyes lit up.

Lin Chen sat down in front of the computer and placed his ten fingers on the keyboard.

"Let me see what dirty stuff is hidden behind this Zhao Deming."

[God-level hacking skills] - Full power startup.

Lin Chen's fingers began to twitch.

The speed is getting faster and faster.

The code stream on the screen cascaded down like a waterfall.

Tianhua Capital's internal servers have six layers of firewalls, three intrusion detection systems, and an encryption core that reportedly cost 20 million to customize from an Israeli cybersecurity company.

Lin Chen took four minutes.

Completely penetrated.

Lin Chen browsed through Tianhua Capital's internal email system, financial management system, and even Zhao Deming's personal encrypted cloud drive, page by page, as if opening a book laid out on a table.

"Found it."

Lin Chen's lips curled up slightly.

A series of internal email correspondence records popped up on the screen.

The transfer receipts between Zhao Deming and the heads of three media outlets—five million yuan each, with the remarks column stating "brand promotion consulting fee".

Contracts for hiring ghostwriters to write false reports – electronic signatures are clearly legible.

Even more fatal is—

Zhao Deming's private cloud drive also contains a hidden folder protected by triple encryption.

Lin Chen cracked the encryption in thirty seconds.

The moment the folder opened, Lin Chen raised an eyebrow.

"interesting."

Inside are Zhao Deming's actual financial records for the past three years.

The amount of tax evaded was as high as 470 million.

Asset transfer structure diagram of the seven offshore companies under my name.

And a secretly filmed video taken with a mobile phone, showing Zhao Deming in an indecent situation with a mysterious woman at a high-end club.

Lin Chen turned his head and glanced at Ye Qingcheng.

"How do you want to play?"

Ye Qingcheng walked behind Lin Chen and leaned over to look at the content on the screen.

A chilling smile slowly spread across her icy face.

"Let him die."

Lin Chen smiled gently.

"Yes, my queen."

His fingers twitched again.

【God-level Microscopic Forgery Technique】Combined with 【God-level Hacking Skills】, these two divine skills work together.

He meticulously selected and packaged Zhao Deming's tax evasion evidence and asset transfer records, sending them simultaneously to three locations in a way that made it absolutely impossible to trace their origin.

China Securities Regulatory Commission (CSRC) complaint mailbox.

State Taxation Administration Inspection Bureau.

In addition, there are anonymous submission email addresses for three of the top five financial self-media outlets in the country.

"alright."

Lin Chen clapped his hands.

"Give him two hours."

An hour and a half later.

On the large screen in the president's office of the Ye Group, the public opinion shifted dramatically.

Breaking News! Tianhua Capital Suspected of Evading Nearly 500 Million Yuan in Taxes; China Securities Regulatory Commission Launches Investigation!

Shocking Scandal! Seven Offshore Shell Companies Under the Name of Zhao Deming, Chairman of Tianhua Capital, Exposed!

"Tianhua Capital Accused of Hiring Online Trolls to Fabricate Negative Reports About Competitors; Internal Emails Leaked!"

The top ten trending topics on Weibo were dominated by the scandal involving Tianhua Capital.

The false report targeting the Ye Group has now been thoroughly exposed and discredited by netizens.

A complete 180-degree turn in public opinion—

"Tianhua Capital is the real cancer!"

"Queen Ye Qingcheng is so pitiful, being maliciously slandered by this trashy company!"

"Go Yip Group! I'm going to buy more shares!"

After a sharp drop, the share price of the Yip Group rebounded strongly, quickly recovering its losses and hitting the daily limit.

Meanwhile, Tianhua Capital's stock price also rose at the same time—

collapsed.

It hit the daily limit down.

Two hours later, Zhao Deming was invited for a "tea" session by the tax inspection department and never came out again.

Ye Qingcheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the towering green candlestick chart on the computer screen, remaining silent for a long time.

She turned around and looked at Lin Chen, who was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, drinking coffee.

This man.

He didn't even leave the office, and with just a computer and less than half an hour, he averted a potentially fatal crisis that could have shaken a business empire.

What's even more terrifying is that he not only defused the crisis, but also conveniently sent his enemy to prison.

This tactic and boldness made Ye Qingcheng, a woman who had been navigating the business world for many years, feel a chill run down her spine.

It's not fear.

It is submission.