Because of the successive negative events that happened to Nan Chenghui, the market capitalization of Nan Group had halved. If it kept falling, the shareholders would jump off buildings.

So after lying in bed for half a month, Nan Chenghui came out with his arm in a plaster cast to make a public announcement that he was temporarily stepping down from his position as chairman.

His daughter Nan Yue would take over as acting chairwoman.

The formal leadership transition would take place on May 12th. The next chairman would be elected by the board members through a vote.

However, according to the information provided by the system, Nan Chenghui still held control over Nan Group's finances.

He was the power behind the throne while Nan Yue was merely a puppet.

Qin Zhao hadn't seen Nan Yue for almost two months and they hadn't contacted each other during this time.

But every time Qin Zhao opened their WeChat conversation, if she lingered for a while, she could see the other party was typing...a few words.

She clearly had Qin Zhao on her mind, so why was she unwilling to take the initiative to see Qin Zhao?

"System, tell me, what is holding her up?" Qin Zhao asked.

System 502 said: "I cannot disclose anything without the female lead's consent, especially her thoughts, as long as she is safe."

Qin Zhao complained: "The female lead's privacy is her privacy, but don't other people have human rights? You already told me about Nan Chenghui's account information!"

System 502: "Anyone with a little hacking skill can replace that information, let alone an advanced AI system like me. It was effortless."

Qin Zhao: "..."

She was shown up. Can she beat it up?!

Ding ling ling!

The phone rang and Qin Zhao pressed the answer button reflexively.

The other party was silent for a while, then said, "The tiger prowls while the dragon hides?"

Qin Zhao responded: "You're an idiot."

Xiao Tao breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Boss, I've looked into the person you asked me to investigate. I'll send the information to your email soon. You..."

"What's wrong? Speak your mind, who bullied you?" Qin Zhao asked.

"Woo woo woo... only the boss cares about me!"

Qin Zhao rolled her eyes. "Stop the fake crying. Tell me what's going on."

Xiao Tao dropped the crying and said, "It's like this. That woman has a nasty temper.

My sister and I tried to chat with her, and she chased us down three streets with a rolling pin. Boss, you gotta be careful, don't get yourself hurt."

Xiao Tao was a female college student studying IT whom Qin Zhao had helped when she used to live in a tenement building.

She couldn't replace a job in this city. The little money she had was swindled by someone who claimed they could introduce her to a job.

Penniless and homeless, she fainted from hunger next to a dumpster under the tenement building, and happened to be found by Qin Zhao, who gave her 1000 yuan.

After surviving the toughest period, she no longer insisted on replaceing a decent job, and started collecting intelligence for people.

Although it didn't sound aboveboard, she made good money from it.

When Qin Zhao found her, she was already a petite bourgeois.

What an inspiring story! Qin Zhao was so moved that she slashed the price of the intelligence, which was originally 100,000 yuan per piece, down to 50,000!

Bringing her thoughts back, Qin Zhao opened her computer to check her email.

She had asked Xiao Tao to investigate the people connected to Nan Chenghui in the homicide case from years ago.

The first thing that caught her eye when she opened the email was a photo.

The disheveled woman in the photo was picking up cardboard boxes.

Qin Zhao recognized at first glance that this woman had appeared in the information Chen Xiao gave her!

To confirm she didn't make a mistake, she compared the photo with the picture on the computer.

Sure enough, it was the same person!

But oddly, according to the information, this woman had died of illness fifteen years ago, and her funeral was handled by Nan Chenghui and Chen Xiao together...

Something was fishy.

Qin Zhao really wanted to know how the woman smiling sweetly next to Nan Chenghui in the photo ended up like this.

Staring at the photo for too long, she suddenly thought of another person - Qiao Lin!

This woman bore a striking resemblance to Qiao Lin. Not only did they look alike, they were also both connected to Nan Chenghui. Could there really be such a coincidence in the world?!

Scrolling down the email, this woman's name and current address were also in it.

Qiao Qianrong.

It seemed she was more than just a lookalike of Qiao Lin.

·

"Get out! Get the hell out of here!" Ye Chenxi yelled, "I don't need anyone's pity!!"

Ye Chenxi's mother walked out of the ward wiping her tears and sighed, "What are we going to do with this child! Who would still be willing to marry him in the future?"

She said it softly, but it was overheard by Ye Chenxi, which led to more furious roars from the ward!

Ye Chenxi's mother covered her ears and walked away.

Another person wearing a fisherman's hat and mask entered Ye Chenxi's single ward, closed the door, and sat down next to Ye Chenxi's bed.

Ye Chenxi asked warily: "Who?!"

The visitor took off his hat and mask, revealing his true face.

"What are you doing here?!"

"I'm here to discuss a deal with you."

Ye Chenxi leaned against the pillow and asked casually: "Oh? What deal requires you to come in person?"

The fisherman hat man took out a USB drive and said, "There is a video of Nan Chenghui sending people to kill you inside."

Ye Chenxi suddenly perked up, but dismissed it with a curl of his lip. "What happened in Liu Village was mutual harm at most."

It surprised him that someone had recorded that situation.

"Don't worry, the part where you yelled is not recorded. The content of the video is biased towards your advantage."

Ye Chenxi thought for a moment and asked, "How much do you want?"

The fisherman hat man held out his hand.

"500,000."

The fisherman hat man shook his head. "50 million."

"Are you out of your mind?!" Ye Chenxi yelled, his face turning red with agitation.

The fisherman hat man put away the USB drive and slowly said, "I've made quite a lot of money over the years, but my pretty wife spends money recklessly, resulting in me never having more than 2,000 yuan in my pocket.

I thought, what's the point?

Why not replace a less pretty but homely woman and live a peaceful life?

So I had an epiphany and divorced my wife to start over.

I'm old now and cherish my life. I don't want to live on the edge anymore. At this time, I suddenly received this video.

Don't you think I should take advantage of it to achieve my goal of early retirement?"

Ye Chenxi scolded: "Who the hell cares what kind of life you want to live!"

The fisherman hat man smiled. "You're right, no one cares except me."

He changed the subject and continued, "The video can be edited to favor you.

Then why can't it be edited to favor Nan Chenghui instead?"

"What do you mean?! You dare threaten me?!" Fierceness instantly filled Ye Chenxi's eyes.

This truly was the arrogance of a once powerful figure being bullied by nobodies when he had fallen!

Even cats and dogs could come and stomp on him now!

Suddenly, Ye Chenxi's expression changed.

He didn't dare do it himself, but he could hand it over to someone who dared!

"Boss, have you decided? 50 million, buy or not buy?"

"Buy!"

·

After working eight consecutive days, Qin Zhao finally got a statutory holiday off and went straight to bed when she got home after washing up briefly.

She didn't know how long she had slept when she smelled a fragrance faintly in her dreams.

Finding the smell pleasant, she turned over to get closer to it.

She seemed to hear a woman sigh.

The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

Next, her hand was grasped and placed on something soft...

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