Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

At 7:00 AM, Tianyu Technology.

While munching on his bread, Li Tianmu used a shortcut key to bring up a densely packed image.

"They'll be in even worse shape today," he said with unusual calm. "The third issue today is revenue fraud, which completely wipes out the fundamentals."

Tang Ning put on her headphones: "Yeah, today is Xingxin's breakout day."

Jiang Yin brought over coffee and looked at the dark circles under their eyes: "What time did you two go to sleep last night? You're practically looking like pandas."

Tang Ning rubbed her face and smiled, "I'm so excited and nervous, I can't sleep."

Since the start of the financial war, Li Tianmu has been living in Tangning Apartments. The two of them review tactics until midnight every day, which is really hard work.

Tang Ning took a few sips of coffee, put down the cup, and clicked "Publish".

At 8:20, the third wave of anonymous reports appeared on the front page of financial platforms.

Thriller title:

[Xingxin Technology: Suspected of Fabricating Top Five Customers? Circular Transaction Chain Exposed for the First Time]

Jiang Yin looked at the bolded headline: "With this happening, how will Xingxin perform today?"

Li Tianmu snapped his fingers: "The fault line begins."

......

Xingxin Technology, morning.

Shen Lan barely slept all night, her forehead covered in fine sweat from anxiety.

Ma Chao's voice was hoarse: "The bank called and asked us to provide 30% more collateral, otherwise they'll have to increase the margin requirement."

Shen Lan's face turned ashen: "We don't have any extra money left to make up for it..."

The conference room door was suddenly pushed open, and Chen Hui rushed in:

"Mr. Shen, it's over! Even if we drain the funding pool, we can't hold it together!"

Shen Lan suddenly looked up: "How much will it drop at the opening?"

"Opened down 9%, then down 14% in ten minutes! Quantitative analysts started fleeing across the board! ETFs have already sold two million units!"

Shen Lan swayed slightly: "How come it's even more exaggerated today than yesterday..."

Chen Hui turned the tablet screen he was holding toward Shen Lan: "The third wave of information is out—it points directly to income fraud."

The meeting room fell into a deathly silence.

Ma Chao's face turned deathly pale: "Income? They even dug that up?"

Shen Lan's throat felt like it had been sanded clean, and she slumped dejectedly into a chair: "Today... I'm afraid we can't hold out..."

......

Tianyu Technology, 10:00 AM

On the big screen, the green line cascades down vertically like a waterfall.

Tang Ning breathed a sigh of relief: "At least ten to twenty points before the market closes."

Jiang Yin: "How many more days can Xingxin hold on?"

Li Tianmu: "It depends on the banks' pace of loan withdrawal... at most three days."

The three people looked at each other silently. This was not a prediction; it was a verdict.

.......

Hospital, morning.

Inside the ward, Lin Xiyue and Ding Meiyu were arguing fiercely.

Ding Meiyu lowered her voice and stared wide-eyed at Lin Xiyue, saying, "You can't go to him now. The rumors about him have already prevented us from finding outside help. If people see you two together, won't that just confirm the rumors?"

Lin Xi lay on her side on the bed, intending to slowly move off the bed: "Besides him, I have no other choice. You heard all the phone calls I made this morning, and no one could help me contact Heming."

"What's the use of you looking for him? He's no one in charge at home, he just has the title of a rich young master." Ding Meiyu gritted her teeth, pointing vaguely out the window as if Wang Qian were standing there.

Despite the pain, Lin Xiyue frowned and said to Ding Meiyu, "He may not be able to lend me money, but he will definitely do his best to help me find Heming."

"If others can't find it, how come he can?" Ding Meiyu stood there with her arms crossed, looking coldly at Lin Xiyue.

Lin Xiyue rested her head on the bed for a moment, then looked up again and said:

"You heard the phone calls I made earlier, right? We need to find a top local navigator to have any chance of finding Heming. Qian... Wang Qian has friends who do polar expeditions, he might have connections in this area. I really have no other way but him."

Watching Lin Xiyue struggle to get off the bed again, Ding Meiyu pondered for a moment and asked in confusion, "Why don't you just have him come, or call him? You want to go yourself? The doctor said you can't move right now."

Lin Xiyue's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat from the pain: "You wouldn't let them come before, but now that you're asking them for a favor, you're making them come again. You have the nerve, but I feel bad too. Besides, this is the last resort, so we have to make sure it works."

"I asked the nurse this morning, and they have those special wheelchairs you can sit in. Go ask the nurse to borrow one; I have to go myself." Lin Xiyue tried to move for a long time but couldn't get off the bed, and she was so tired that she lay on the edge of the bed panting.

Ding Meiyu remained silent for a long time. After weighing the options repeatedly, she decided that this last resort had to be tried, even if it wasn't necessary.

At the coffee shop downstairs from Shuguang Technology, a waiter placed Lin Xiyue, who was in a wheelchair, in a window seat.

In March, spring was beginning to stir in Beijing, and a forsythia bud was already forming outside the window.

Lin Xiyue had no time to pay attention to the spring scenery outside the window; her brows were furrowed as she stared at the gate of Shuguang Technology.

The specially designed wheelchair could only ensure her mobility, but it couldn't guarantee that it wouldn't hurt her. At this moment, the pain radiating up her spine from her tailbone almost made it impossible for her to straighten her back.

Before the trip, Ding Meiyu wanted to do her makeup, but she waved her hand and said it wasn't necessary.

To avoid offending Wang Qian, she left Ding Meiyu in the car.

Less than ten minutes later, a tall figure ran out of the revolving door of Dawn. His long hair was not tied up and flowed freely behind his head.

Lin Xiyue watched as Wang Qian ran into the coffee shop and sat down in front of her. She tried her best to endure the pain and smiled at Wang Qian.

The moment Wang Qian saw her, his eyebrows shot up: "Xiyue, what happened to you? You look so haggard!"

"I'm fine, don't worry," Lin Xiyue coughed weakly.

"What do you need me for? You could have just called me. You shouldn't be moving right now, should you?" Wang Qian frowned and leaned over to look her up and down.

Lin Xiyue keenly caught the hint of heartache that flashed in his eyes.

"Have you heard that Xingxin's stock is in big trouble?" Lin Xiyue went straight to the point.

Wang Qian nodded: "I've heard a little about it, it's nothing serious, right? I've been helping someone revise a piece of music these past few days, so I haven't been paying much attention."

"No, we've been targeted by hedge funds. Our market value has halved in three days, and we need a lot of funds to support the market now." Lin Xiyue adjusted her sitting posture, and an extremely painful expression appeared on her face again.

Wang Qian gasped, "It's that serious?" His eyes instantly reddened.

"What should I do? I... I can't access the accounts, you know that. I'm useless, I can't do anything when you need help."

A tear rolled down his cheek.

Lin Xiyue had expected this, so she said softly, "Don't cry, it's okay. I didn't come to borrow money from you. I want you to find a way to contact Heming."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qian reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "I can do that. Send me his location, and no matter where he is, I will find a way to find him. If all else fails, I will fly there myself."

Lin Xiyue finally breathed a sigh of relief: she knew Qianqian quite well.

.......

Xingxin Technology.

Wednesday's closing price: -22%

Its market value dropped by nearly half in three days.

On Thursday, the lights in Xingxin's office building stayed on all night.

Ding Meiyu walked into the conference room holding a coffee cup, her eyes devoid of any light.

"The China Securities Regulatory Commission (CSRC) has sent an inquiry..." She put her phone on the table, "and they want us to submit details of our R&D, outsourcing, and clients within 48 hours."

Shen Lan's hand suddenly froze. She knew what this meant: the regulators were treating them as a "major fraudulent company," and they might even face criminal charges.

Ma Chao said in a low voice, "Those... we simply can't prepare them."

Just then, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open with a loud "bang"!

Sun Lifeng and Chen Hui burst through the door, shouting in shock:

"Mr. Shen, a large number of institutions have placed short orders in advance! The quantitative model is completely contrary to our prediction! The sell orders before the market opened are twice as many as yesterday!"

Shen Lan's voice was cold: "Why?!"

Chen Hui blankly handed over the phone, which contained the fourth revelation: executives had transferred assets in advance, suspected of avoiding risks.

Although it wasn't named Xingxin, the entire financial community agrees: this is Xingxin.

Shen Lan almost collapsed.

Ding Meiyu said in a hoarse voice, "What we did... how come all of these things have been dug up one by one..."

opening.

At 9:30, Xingxin's stock price plummeted by 18% immediately after the market opened.

The funds used to prop up the market are like pouring water into an abyss.

9:43 → -23%

10:12 → -28%

Financial media headlines are all about:

[Xingxin's doubts erupt in a concentrated manner]

[Are the core clients or affiliated companies?]

[Xingxin's cash flow is in grave danger]

Four banks simultaneously issued "risk warnings".

The supplier is requesting advance payment.

The partner has suspended new projects.

Shen Lan gripped the corner of the table and forced out a few words through gritted teeth: "We...can't hold on any longer."

......

Thursday's closing price: -32%

Xingxin's stock price has fallen by a cumulative 71% over four days.

Xingxin went from a star tech stock to a near-death company.

Ding Meiyu walked indifferently to the window and looked at the myriad lights in the night.

For the first time, she clearly felt: Xingxin was finished. This high-tech company, which had staked two and a half of its fortunes, was completely finished. All its liquidity had been poured in, even the funds in her personal account. Along with it, the other two businesses were also pushed to the brink of collapse.

They couldn't contact the only person who could save them; there was still no news from Wang Qian.

Shen Lan stood beside Ding Meiyu with her arms crossed, her voice hoarse: "The price will plummet again tomorrow. Our only hope now is that someone is willing to act as a white knight to acquire us; otherwise, we won't even survive bankruptcy liquidation."

.......

Evening, Downing Apartments.

The three men sat around the sofa discussing tomorrow's battle.

Li Tianmu said confidently, "Tonight, banks will most likely withdraw all loans. This will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back. Tomorrow, we'll release another batch of information. If the stock price drops to -85%, I'll have my buddy contact Xingxin to discuss the acquisition. When it drops to -90%, we'll reach an agreement—perfect!"

Tang Ning nodded: "Go to bed early tonight, conserve your energy, and prepare for tomorrow's final hurdle."

Jiang Yin went to bed around 11 o'clock, intending to read for a while before going to sleep.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated beside my pillow; a message popped up in our "Three Cobblers" group chat.

[A small act of impatience can lead to great cuteness]: Oh no, Lao Qin is back!