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At the entrance of Shenzhen Maoming Bank's headquarters, the bank's flag fluttered in the morning breeze.

Su Ning looked up at the 38-story glass curtain wall building, and unconsciously tightened his tie.

After not wearing a suit for three months, the collar of my suit was starting to feel tight around my neck.

"Good morning, Mr. Su!" Old Zhang, the lobby security guard, respectfully swiped his card to open the door, then lowered his voice, "The audit team arrived at seven o'clock and are now in the conference room on the 28th floor."

Su Ning paused slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Thanks for the reminder."

Inside the elevator, his sharp features were reflected in the stainless steel mirror.

After dealing with the stalker last night, he specifically dug out the limited-edition tie that Chen Xiaojun had given him...

Today's battle requires some psychological deterrence.

The corridor on the 28th floor was eerily quiet.

At this time, colleagues from the business department would usually be running back and forth with documents in hand.

Now, only two unfamiliar faces stood at the entrance of the audit office, wearing silver badges from the head office's supervisory department pinned to their suit lapels.

"President Su?" One of them reached out to stop him. "Feng Jian, head of the special audit team. Please go to the conference room to cooperate with the investigation."

Su Ning glanced at the other person's outstretched hand but didn't shake it: "My office is at the end of the corridor, next to President Zhao's."

"I'm afraid you can't for the time being—"

"Or would you prefer to have a talk with the China Banking and Insurance Regulatory Commission?" Su Ning pulled out a business card from his briefcase and flicked it over. "I have an appointment with Director Wang of the Second Regulatory Division for coffee at ten o'clock."

The two auditors' expressions immediately changed.

Feng Jian's hand hung awkwardly in mid-air: "President Su, don't misunderstand! We're just doing routine work..."

"Lead the way." Su Ning adjusted his cufflinks. "I have a morning meeting at 9:30."

The air conditioning in the conference room was set extremely low.

Five auditors sat across the long table, with a pile of documents half a meter high in front of them.

The man in the main seat was a lean, over-fifty-year-old; Su Ning recognized him…

Zhou Zhengping, the deputy secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission of the head office, is known in the industry as "Zhou the Head-Shaver".

"Comrade Su Ning," Zhou Zhengping pushed over a stack of A4 papers, "take a look at these complaint letters first."

The papers scattered with a rustling sound.

The top one had a satellite map of the Tan Palace villa area circled in red, with the caption "How can a bank executive afford a mansion worth hundreds of millions of yuan?"

Other allegations are varied: keeping a famous opera singer as a mistress (actually referring to Chen Xiaojun), manipulating stock prices by abusing his position, colluding with his wife Hu Yue to embezzle within the bank, and even anonymous accusations that he was involved in money laundering.

“Secretary Zhou should check the IP addresses of these letters first.” Su Ning pressed two fingers against the paper and turned it back. “Last month, I rejected Morgan Stanley’s acquisition offer, and the secretary of their Asia-Pacific president lives in the third phase of Tangong.”

Zhou Zhengping's eyes flickered behind his glasses: "President Su, headquarters received more than just a letter of complaint."

He turned on the projector, and a spending list appeared on the screen: "Over the past three years, your personal account has accumulated spending of 6.3 million yuan, of which 65% was spent overseas. During the same period, your total salary and bonuses amounted to 847 million yuan."

The meeting room was completely silent.

The air conditioner vents are making a buzzing sound.

"So headquarters suspects me of embezzlement?" Su Ning suddenly laughed out loud. "Please check my employment file. There's a personal asset declaration form on page ten."

The auditor operating the computer quickly opened the file.

The scanned document from 2018 clearly states in black and white: "Stock account market value: approximately 10.5 billion yuan".

"Impossible!" Feng Jian suddenly stood up. "How old were you in 2018?"

“I’m 21 years old, and I just started working at Shenzhen Mao Bank after graduating with a master’s degree in financial engineering.” Su Ning unbuttoned his suit jacket and took out a USB drive from his inner pocket. “This is the transaction record of all my securities accounts over the past ten years, which has been audited and certified by Deloitte.”

The projection screen switched to a densely packed list of transactions.

The top of the screen displays the summary data: initial principal of 10 yuan, current total assets of 42.7 billion yuan, and annualized return of 317%.

Zhou Zhengping's pen fell onto the table with a thud.

“I shorted crude oil in 2014, switched to short positions before the A-share stock market crash in 2015, and bought Bitcoin at the bottom in 2018…” Su Ning circled several key moments with a laser pointer. “I had just cleared out all my tech stocks before Silicon Valley Bank went bankrupt last year.”

"This...this is too accurate," the young female auditor murmured to herself, "like predicting the future..."

Suning's eyelids twitched.

In some ways, she guessed right...

His experience traversing different worlds has given him an extraordinary intuition about economic cycles.

"Even so!" Zhou Zhengping suddenly slammed his fist on the table. "As a senior bank executive, is it compliant to frequently engage in high-risk investments? Will personal consumption affect the integrity of one's position?"

“I’ve reported every transaction I make to the compliance department,” Su Ning said, opening her mobile banking app. “As for spending—”

The screen displays the balance: 9 digits.

"Should I donate some money to Shenzhen Mao Bank's corporate account on the spot to improve the staff canteen?"

"This……"

The conference room door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhao Hui walked in carrying a thermos. His usually kind and amiable father-in-law was now ashen-faced: "Old Zhou, have you investigated enough? I personally audited my apprentice's stock account five years ago."

The air solidified instantly.

Su Ning finally understood why Zhao Hui had chosen her back then, and why he had turned a blind eye to her immoral relationship with Zhao Rui...

That seemingly snobbish banker had foreseen today's situation long ago.

"President Zhao, the procedures still need to be followed." Zhou Zhengping's tone was noticeably weaker. "The board of directors requires an asset assessment of all senior executives—"

"This is my resignation letter." Su Ning suddenly slid the envelope to the center of the table. "Effective immediately."

The whole house was in an uproar.

Zhao Hui slammed his thermos on the table: "Nonsense!"

“Master, you know I should have left long ago.” Su Ning used a private address. “I don’t want to waste my youth on Shenmao Bank and its internal struggles.”

He stood up, straightened his suit, and walked toward the door amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd. Then he turned back and added, "By the way, I will retain my 2.3% stake in Shenzhen Maoming Bank—after all, the annual dividends are enough to buy my daughter a Barbie doll."

My phone vibrated as the elevator descended.

It was a WeChat message from Hu Yue: "How's Suning?"

Looking at his loosened tie in the elevator mirror, Su Ning suddenly remembered how he had fled the office in a similar sorry state before his first time-traveling experience: "All done. Shall we celebrate with hot pot tonight?"

“No way! TikTok is going to film ‘A Day in the Life of a Financial Elite Husband,’ and they’re already home.”

Suning almost choked on his own saliva.

Only then did I notice that at the top of the chat interface, Hu Yue's nickname had been changed to "My beloved wife with 800 million fans waiting to be pampered".

"Isn't that a bad idea? This is a sensitive time for me, as I'm currently undergoing an investigation by the headquarters of the Bank."

"Hmph! What are you afraid of! We haven't done anything wrong."

"Hey! I think you're just trying to keep up with Xiaojun's popularity after she became a sensation."

"Hehe, it seems you understand me best. I want everyone to know that I am the true empress."

"Why bother?"

In the underground parking garage, he had just unlocked his Mercedes S600 when he smelled a familiar perfume wafting from the back seat.

"Your acting is quite good." Chen Xiaojun wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. Her Foundation Establishment cultivator's concealment technique allowed her to perfectly avoid the surveillance cameras. "Especially the scene where she slammed the door, it was just like a wronged little wife."

Su Ning grasped his wife's hand: "The audit team won't let go easily."

He clearly felt Chen Xiaojun's breathing catch in her throat.

"I'm not afraid! If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear." Chen Xiaojun remained silent for a moment.

"Actually, this time it's because of my abilities. Headquarters has already discussed letting me join the headquarters." Su Ning sharply turned the steering wheel, and the Mercedes drifted out of the underground parking garage.

Sunlight streamed through the skylight onto their clasped hands, the wedding rings reflecting a blinding light. "So someone doesn't like me! They want to bring me down."

"Wouldn't your resignation just be letting the enemy get what they want?"

"I'm exhausted! I don't want to waste my energy on backstabbing and intrigue anymore."

Meanwhile, in the conference room on the 28th floor, a young female auditor was staring intently at the USB drive left behind by Su Ning.

She tapped her index finger lightly on the table, the rhythm eerily synchronized with the sound of a speeding engine downstairs.

Meanwhile, behind the scenes on the computers unseen by the audit team, all transaction data is being silently copied to an encrypted server…

The IP address indicates it belongs to a private bank in Switzerland.

Zhou Zhengping suddenly noticed a strange look in her eyes in the shadows.

"Xiao Qin? Are you alright?"

"It's nothing." The woman, referred to as Xiao Qin, blinked and regained her composure, smiling as she closed her laptop. "I'm just amazed by Mr. Su's investment talent... it's almost like he can predict the future."

……

The rejection letter from Shenmao Bank lay on the entryway cabinet of Tan Palace, its gold-stamped seal gleaming coldly in the morning light.

Su Ning picked up the envelope with two fingers, his divine sense scanning over the few lines of high-sounding platitudes...

"We attach great importance to this matter," "We will temporarily suspend the handling of this matter," and "We will cooperate with the investigation."

“They’re under house arrest.” Chen Xiaojun walked down the spiral staircase, the hem of her silk nightgown sweeping across the steps.

With a flick of her finger, the envelope spontaneously combusted, revealing several lines of invisible text in the blue flames: "Under the leadership of Vice President Zhang, the Board of Directors has frozen all your internal authority."

Ashes fell onto the Italian marble floor.

Su Ning stepped on the dust and debris: "Perfect, saves me the trouble of finding an excuse to disappear."

The hydraulic doors of the underground weapons depot slid open silently.

Hu Yue was stuffing compressed biscuits into her tactical backpack when she looked up and her forehead was damp with sweat: "Suning, do we really have to bring this?"

She held up a jar of caviar.

"Put them down." Su Ning took three custom-made HK416s off the wall. "In the wasteland, these things can be traded for a heavy machine gun."

He paused, then added, "Or ten lives."

“But I have as many as I need in my spatial world.” Chen Xiaojun had already changed into his combat uniform and was loading special bullets engraved with runes into the magazine.

The spiritual power of the Foundation Establishment stage gave each bullet a faint blue glow.

"Did you send Niannian to her parents' place?"

"Yes, they said we're going on an expedition to Antarctica." Hu Yue checked her night vision goggles. "Mom even complained that we don't take the kids to see the world."

The three looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

No one could have imagined that this family of financial elites was preparing for a real-life apocalyptic survival game.

In the past 72 hours, Suning used multiple offshore accounts to purchase equipment, while Chen Xiaojun used her celebrity status as cover to obtain military-grade protective equipment through special channels.

“Remember the rules.” Suning unfolded a holographic projection, displaying a distorted world map. “The wasteland world is divided into three hundred areas. Our target is Area C-127, where there are undeveloped uranium mines that can be converted into shelters.”

The projection switched to a grotesque illustration of mutated creatures: "Acid rain will corrode ordinary metals within 24 hours, so all equipment has been ceramic-coated. In extremely cold weather, remember to use the 'Mysterious Yang Technique' that I taught you."

Hu Yue suddenly raised her hand: "What if... what if we encounter other time travelers?"

Chen Xiaojun inserted a dagger into the boot shaft, the spirit stone embedded in the hilt humming: "Either they leave, or they die."

At exactly noon, the three stood at the center of the formation in the back garden.

This is a cross-dimensional teleportation array created by Suning by combining knowledge from multiple worlds. The runes on the ground, outlined with meteorite powder, are gradually glowing as the incantation is recited.

"Hold on tight." Su Ning held his wife's hand with his left hand and pulled his sister's hand with his right.

In the white light of the array's explosion, he took one last look at his sleeping daughter on the monitor, "We will come back."

The excruciating pain of the spatial tearing far exceeded expectations.

Hu Yue's screams were distorted into eerie low-frequency sound waves, and Chen Xiaojun's protective spiritual energy sparked in the dimensional rift.

As the three men crashed heavily onto the scorched earth, dark green acid rain was falling from the sky.

"Cough cough... This is too exciting." Hu Yue spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Suning's divine sense detection indicated that at least thirty life forms were rapidly approaching within a five-kilometer radius.

"Hide!" He shoved the two women into the charred bushes.

Three seconds later, a group of figures wearing patchwork armor appeared on the ridge.

The leader was holding a modified anti-materiel rifle, and his left eye was a mechanical prosthetic eye that was scanning the ground with a flashing red light.

"Finally, I can smell fresh human flesh again." The man with the mechanical eyes licked his chapped lips. "It must be some fat sheep that just transmigrated."

Chen Xiaojun's fingers had already formed a sword incantation, but Su Ning pressed them down.

He shook his head and transmitted his thoughts telepathically: "There's an electromagnetic barrier; they're not ordinary raiders."

Sure enough, the mechanical eye suddenly turned towards their hiding place: "Found you!"

The gun muzzle emitted a blinding blue light.

"Get out of the way!" Su Ning grabbed the two of them and rolled to avoid them.

The original location was blasted into a crater two meters in diameter, with electric arcs dancing in the soil.

Hu Yue turned deathly pale with fright: "This is a gauss rifle?"

"A hybrid of technology and magic." Chen Xiaojun squinted. "There are psionic fluctuations in those mechanical eyes."

The raiders charged down the hillside with screams.

Su Ning sighed and unfastened a spherical device from his waist...

This is a sonic bomb he brought back from a science fiction world, specifically designed to target mutated creatures with enhanced hearing.

The explosion was not deafening like that of traditional gunpowder weapons, but rather emitted a kind of infrasound that made your teeth ache.

The seven raiders instantly knelt down and vomited, and sparks flew from the prosthetic eye of the mechanical-eyed man.

"Let's go!" Su Ning didn't give the other side a chance to recover. "There's an abandoned missile silo two kilometers to the northwest!"

While running, Hu Yue's smart bracelet suddenly lit up with a holographic projection: [Welcome to the wasteland world, current area: C-127.]

Today's natural disaster: acid rain (corrosion level 3), turning to extreme cold at night (expected -40℃).

Survival point ranking: Not listed.

[You have been detected as a new transmigrator. You are hereby given an initial gift pack x1]

"Open the gift pack!" Chen Xiaojun shouted as she ran.

The wristband projected a virtual spinning wheel, which eventually stopped on [Level 3 Vault Core x1].

Hu Yue almost tripped over the tree root: "What incredible luck! This thing can directly generate an underground fortress!"

The roar of engines came from behind.

The man with the mechanical eyes somehow acquired a modified off-road vehicle with a heavy machine gun mounted on its roof.

"Hand over the shelter core!" he roared as he pulled the trigger, bullets cratering the ground around the three men's feet.

"Split up!" Su Ning suddenly changed direction. "Xiaojun, take Hu Yue to the missile silo, I'll draw them away!"

Chen Xiaojun wanted to object, but the tacit understanding built up over many years of working side by side made her make a decision immediately.

She grabbed Hu Yue's wrist: "Trust your own man!"

The two figures were instantly enveloped in a layer of water mist—a water-based escape technique used by those at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Suning deliberately slowed down to make sure the raiders could see him slip into a grove of dead trees.

The scanning beam of the prosthetic eye stood out against the rain, providing him with perfect direction.

"Little mouse, you can't escape!" The off-road vehicle crashed through a dead tree and gave chase.

Suning smirked coldly.

He leaped onto a giant rock and took out a toy from his storage ring that had never been shown at Shenmao Bank before...

An electromagnetic sniper rifle that is entirely black.

This is a product he created based on the cyberpunk world, with a bullet muzzle velocity of 6000 meters per second.

The first shot blew out the front wheel of the off-road vehicle.

As the vehicle rolled and crashed into the rocks, Su Ning had already locked onto the man with the mechanical eyes' brow.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, a sense of danger made him abruptly turn the gun away...

The bullet grazed the target's scalp and struck a dark figure that suddenly appeared behind them.

With a chilling shriek, a three-meter-tall humanoid creature materialized from the void.

It has mantis-like sickle-shaped forelimbs, and its carapace is covered with strange eye-shaped patterns.

"Damn it! A Shadow Mantis!" The man with the mechanical eyes collapsed to the ground. "How could this thing appear in broad daylight?!"

Before Suning could think, he fired three electromagnetic missiles in quick succession at the monster's head.

The carapace shattered, splattering fluorescent green fluid, but the monster's movements showed no sign of slowing down.

The sickle's forelimb swept across, severing the withered tree that took three people to encircle at the roots.

"Spells are ineffective against void creatures." Su Ning suddenly realized a bad possibility.

He decisively threw away the sniper rifle and pulled out a yellowed talisman from his pocket...

The moment the talisman burned, the space within a radius of a hundred meters cracked like a shattered mirror.

The Shadow Mantis let out a shrill scream as its body was torn in two by a spatial rift.

The shockwave sent Suning flying more than ten meters, his back slamming heavily against the rock wall.

When he coughed up blood and got up, he found the man with the mechanical eyes pointing a gun at his head.

"Hand over...hand over the spatial equipment." The other person's hands were trembling violently, clearly terrified by the battle just now. "Otherwise I..."

"Save your breath." Su Ning wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. "Look behind you."

The man instinctively turned around, then froze on the spot...

Chen Xiaojun appeared behind him without his noticing, the Frost Sword pressed against his back.

Even more terrifying, the woman's eyes had turned a pure ice-blue, and she was surrounded by a visible spiritual pressure.

"Spare...spare me!" He dropped his gun, knelt down, and kowtowed. "We're just trying to make a living..."

Hu Yue ran out of the woods, holding a metal sphere the size of a soccer ball: "Suning! Xiaojun, we've found the missile silo, but..."

Her face turned pale. "It's full of bones inside, like a massacre just happened."

Suning and Chen Xiaojun exchanged a glance.

The wasteland is more brutal than expected, and they must establish a safe zone as soon as possible.

"You," Su Ning kicked the man with the mechanical eyes, "what's your name?"

"Lei... Lei Hao, everyone calls me Lei Zai."

“Lei, I’ll give you two choices.” Su Ning squatted down to look him in the eye. “One is to die here now, and the other is to take us to the nearest trading point and exchange our intelligence for your lives.”

Lei Hao's mechanical eyes flashed wildly before he finally lowered his head: "There's a black market five kilometers to the north... but you have to pass through a half-orc tribe on the way."

Chen Xiaojun lifted his chin with the tip of her sword: "Lead the way."

As the four struggled through the acid rain zone, Hu Yue's bracelet suddenly vibrated: [Warning! Abnormal energy fluctuation detected, suspected ruins opening. Coordinates: Directly below you]

The ground collapsed without warning.

In the last second before plunging into darkness, Su Ning only had time to grab the hands of his wife and confidante, while Lei Hao's screams were quickly swallowed by the abyss.

The fall felt like it lasted an eternity.

When Su Ning finally fell onto the slippery stone slab, the sight before him made his blood freeze...

This is a huge underground palace, with its walls covered in runes similar to those found in the cultivation world.

And in the crystal coffin suspended in the center of the palace lay a cold, Western-looking zombie...

...(End of chapter)