At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

Designer Chen Geng!

When Chen Geng saw his name appear in the parasite's target list, with the note "burdened with car and mortgage payments, strained marital relationship," he felt a surge of anger rush to his head!

This was specifically investigated!

There are indeed car and mortgage payments. Su Qingqing insisted on buying that house that was beyond his means, forcing him to empty the family savings to make the down payment and take on a 30-year loan. How could their relationship not be strained?

Now that they're all divorced, they're incredibly nervous!

Li Qianqian is doing precise selection, specifically choosing "easy targets" like him who seem to be under immense pressure, have no way out, and are easily manipulated!

"Fine, very well." Chen Geng gritted his teeth, laughing angrily.

The warmth and fighting spirit that had just surged up because of the 600,000 yuan profit and the call from his mother were instantly replaced by a cold, sharp vigilance and a fighting spirit.

He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

Anger won't solve the problem; the intelligence system had shown him Li Qianqian's trump card in advance, which was a huge advantage.

He analyzed the third piece of intelligence point by point:

He owes 380 million and has issued an ultimatum, planning to tamper with the 500 million prepayment for "GG" from "Star Shine Media," targeting several "parasite" candidates, including himself.

What methods will she use?

frame?

Forging a document signed by oneself?

Are they trying to trick themselves into participating in illegal operations and then taking the blame?

Or even more simply—directly threaten and bribe them to get them to agree to certain actions, and then share the spoils afterward, thus giving her leverage over them.

Either way, it is extremely dangerous.

Once you get involved, it could ruin your career or even land you in jail.

"Want to suck my blood?" Chen Geng's eyes were sharp as knives. "Then let's see who bites whom first!"

"The first step is to not let her know that I already know." Chen Geng's mind raced. "Tomorrow, I must catch her 'tests' and 'invitations,' and I must act like a qualified, anxious 'prey' who desperately needs money."

"The second step is to figure out her specific plan. What stage is the process for this advance payment to Xinghui Media at? The contract, the payment request, the invoice... At which point does she plan to tamper with it? How much will she embezzle? How will she balance the books?"

"The third step is evidence gathering. Audio recordings? Video recordings? Emails? Chat logs?"

He shook his head. Li Qianqian was a seasoned accountant, and she was bound to be extremely cautious; it would be difficult to obtain solid evidence through conventional methods. Moreover, her position indicated that she had considerable connections, which made things even more complicated.

"It seems we have to use their strength against them..." Chen Geng's gaze involuntarily drifted to the second item on the intelligence list.

"...This matter was triggered by an internal power struggle. The whistleblower material was written by marketing director Zhou Peng, and the target was Liang Dan, the vice president of the real estate company."

Zhou Peng! Chen Geng suddenly remembered something and quickly turned on his computer to log into Hanfeng Group's OA system! Sure enough, it was the greasy, fat man who picked up Su Qingqing after the divorce proceedings that afternoon! No wonder he looked familiar!

I've seen this fat guy at the company's annual meeting, but we don't belong to the same system and don't usually interact.

Zhou Peng is the marketing director, while Liang Dan is the vice president in charge of engineering and costs. It's no secret in the company that the two don't get along.

A surprise inspection in the afternoon... If a problem is found, Liang Dan will definitely be in deep trouble. But Chen Geng was unwilling to watch Zhou Peng's scheme succeed.

Moreover, if chaos breaks out within the group, especially if a major problem occurs in a core business like the real estate sector, it will inevitably consume a lot of the senior management's energy, and auditing and financial supervision may be tightened or become chaotic in stages.

A bold idea flashed through Chen Geng's mind like a spark in the darkness.

Could we... subtly connect these two things? It doesn't have to be solid evidence, but we can use this "chaotic" and "tense" atmosphere to put pressure on Li Qianqian, disrupt her plans, or even... shift the blame to another party?

This idea is risky and requires extremely precise operation and accurate timing.

But it's worth a try.

He continued to refine his response plan until dawn broke outside the window, when he finally managed to sleep for two hours, his mind still racing and his nerves taut.

At 7:30 a.m., Chen Geng was woken up by his alarm clock. Although he had only slept for less than two hours, the confidence brought by the 600,000 yuan profit and the upcoming confrontation put him in a strange state of excitement.

He first transferred 10,000 yuan to his mother. It wasn't that he didn't want to transfer more, but rather that it would be difficult to explain if he did.

His mother called back quickly, offering more words of concern and advice. Chen Geng patiently comforted her and reaffirmed that he would accompany her for a follow-up examination next Wednesday.

Then, he changed into a more presentable outfit—still a plain shirt and trousers, but neatly ironed. Today, he couldn't appear too down on his luck (which would make Li Qianqian think he was desperate and uncontrollable), nor could he appear too composed (which wouldn't fit his persona of "tense marital relationship and financial pressure").

This delicate balance needs to be struck.

At the mobile phone store near the entrance of the residential area, he casually bought a voice recorder, set it to silent mode, and placed it in the tucked compartment of his briefcase. He then silently reviewed his plan in his mind once more.

At 8:50 a.m. sharp, Chen Geng stepped into the office building where Hanfeng Group's GG Company was located.

He ran into a few colleagues in the elevator. When they saw him, their eyes darted away, and their hushed conversations abruptly stopped.

Chen Geng remained calm and nodded in acknowledgment, but he knew exactly what was going on in his mind.

Given Su Qingqing's character, she would definitely be the one to accuse the guilty party first, spreading rumors everywhere that Chen Geng was wrong and that she was the one who dumped him.

He didn't care.

He might have cared before, but now, his battlefield is no longer here.

As I approached the planning department, I ran into Zhao Gang, the network supervisor, who was rushing out. He looked ashen, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was clutching his phone tightly in his hand.

Upon seeing Chen Geng, he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, nodded, and quickly walked towards the emergency exit, presumably to smoke or answer debt collection calls.

The intelligence report said that Zhao Gang's mother was seriously ill and he needed to borrow money... It seems that's true.

Chen Geng sighed inwardly and walked into his office.

Planning manager Qian Jin's workstation was empty; he was rumored to be on sick leave. But Chen Geng guessed that he was probably too ashamed to face anyone after losing money in the stock market, or he was stuck with his investments and couldn't move.

The entire office was filled with a repressive atmosphere, with everyone preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Chen Geng's apprentice, Wei Songqi, a newly hired assistant designer, approached with a document: "Master! You've finally arrived! Quite a few people have been gossiping about you behind your back!"

"They're saying I'm divorced?" "Huh? Master, you already know? These people are really spreading nonsense..."

"It's okay! It's true..."

Wei Songqi's eyes widened: "Master..."

"It's nothing! It's just a divorce! I'm perfectly fine. You go and do your thing!"

Wei Songqi sighed, shook his head, and walked away.

Chen Geng sat down at his workstation, turned on his computer, and began processing emails and desk work as usual, but he kept an eye on the doorway out of the corner of his eye.

Around 9:30, the sound of slightly hurried high heels came from the corridor.

Li Qianqian, the deputy financial director, appeared at the entrance of the planning department.