Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

"Oh?" Jiang Yin raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What does he want with you?"

Tang Ning sat down in the chair opposite him: "He wants Tianyu and Xingxin to cooperate on drone chips, which can quickly boost Xingxin's stock price."

"Isn't the price going up well? Didn't it resume trading today?" Jiang Yin put down her pen.

"He's really quick on the uptake; he's been releasing announcements one after another these past few days, not even stopping over the weekend."

Tang Ning swiped her phone and pulled up the stock chart: "Hmm, it's resumed trading. It opened 12% higher today and is still rising. But Qin Heming said that if we cooperate with them, the stock will rise even faster."

Jiang Yin rolled her eyes: "Are we that awesome?"

Tang Ning laughed: "We're not just awesome, we're incredibly awesome, awesome plus. He wants to use Tianyu's booming technological strength to fuel the stock price increase."

He then added, "Tianyu is now a well-known high-tech upstart in the industry. Don't underestimate yourself, or people will call you Versailles."

Jiang Yin picked up her pen and tapped it unconsciously on the table. After a moment of contemplation, she said:

"If we can quickly drive up the stock price, then let's cooperate. We can get the money sooner to acquire Bihai. Things can change in the meantime; we don't want someone else to beat us to it."

"If we cooperate, aren't you afraid they'll steal our technology?" Tang Ning said with a playful tone.

Jiang Yin threw the pen on the table: "Oh dear, I'll beg him to steal it. If he steals it, we'll be rich, we'll be rich!"

"So you're thinking of putting an indelible watermark on the chip when you design it, so that if he steals it, you can track him down?" Tang Ning asked slyly.

Jiang Yin nodded meaningfully: "Yes, as long as he stole it, we can directly obtain evidence. This isn't just a small amount of money; it's an astronomical compensation."

She paused, then continued, "Moreover, if this were to become a fact, the Qin family's reputation would be ruined. If they dare to steal core technology, who would dare to cooperate with them? This is suicidal; only a madman would do such a thing."

"Brilliant!" Tang Ning gave a thumbs up and exclaimed, "In the face of absolute strength, no schemes or tricks can succeed."

But then he added, "However, I have to go to Shanghai this afternoon on a business trip to discuss the product launch with the senior management of Pioneer Plaza. Are you going to the signing ceremony and press conference with Qin's tomorrow?"

Jiang Yin paused. To be honest, she didn't want to go. But Tang Ning's work had already been delayed for a while due to the financial war, and it couldn't be delayed any longer.

Besides, this kind of signing doesn't need a big boss like Qin Heming to get involved, does it?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yin nodded to Tang Ning and said, "Okay, I'll go."

.......

Meanwhile, in the conference room of Xingxin Technology.

Shen Lan and Ding Meiyu signed the personal equity incentive liquidation documents in a blank manner. The representative of Qin's Group put the documents into a document bag and said in his usual Zhou Dao tone, "Thank you both for your hard work."

This statement sounded polite, but it was as if it was closing the last door for them, because this was the last thing they needed to sign after the handover procedures were completed yesterday.

Shen Lan and Ding Meiyu nodded, and neither of them spoke again.

The lawyer and staff packed up their documents and left the meeting room, closing the door behind them with a light touch. Suddenly, only the two of them remained in the room, so quiet that even the sound of the air conditioner seemed jarring.

After a long while, Ding Meiyu finally moved, as if she had finally regained the support of her body.

"Let's go," she said.

Shen Lan didn't answer. She put the water glass, small notebook, and pen on the table into her bag—these seemingly insignificant little things were the last traces of her as a "Xingxin director".

The two walked out of the gate side by side.

The sunlight was so bright that it hurt their eyes.

From this moment on, Xingxin had nothing to do with them anymore.

Instead of leaving immediately, they went to a coffee shop across the street from Xingxin Technology and sat by the window. The two of them looked at each other in silence, staring blankly at the Xingxin office building.

Both of them looked haggard, as if they had aged ten years. Shen Lan's once neat short hair was now frizzy, and Ding Meiyu's face was so dry that her makeup was caked on.

After a long pause, Shen Lan sighed heavily: "This battle...we suffered heavy losses."

Ding Meiyu sat there upright, without moving an inch.

Shen Lan turned around, no longer staring at Xingxin's office building, and picked up a coffee spoon to stir her already cold coffee:

"Our respective shares of wealth... just like that, gone."

Upon hearing this, Ding Meiyu turned around, sighed, and rested her arm on the table, supporting her forehead: "It's more than half a set; we've poured all our money into the mobile business, and we don't even know what to do with our traditional businesses next."

"Yes, the original business... wasn't profitable to begin with, and now without liquidity, it's even more... difficult to make ends meet." Shen Lan put down her coffee spoon and stared blankly at the swirling coffee in her cup.

Shen Lan secretly did the math in her mind: the two companies had each invested 2 billion yuan in the chip industry, using a combination of self-financing and loans, and now their market value had evaporated, and their equity investment was gone. The remaining businesses had a valuation of around 1 billion yuan, but lacked competitiveness. The Ding family was basically in the same situation, not much better off than her own.

"How did it end up like this?" Ding Meiyu then rubbed her face with her hands.

"We should have been the ones pushing the stock price up so we could profit and run, but... how did we end up stuck on the trading screen, buried like dirt...?"

Shen Lan sighed: "It must have been a foreign hacker. The IT department later confirmed that it was your computer... that was remotely accessed. It's possible that you were being targeted when you were contacting clients."

Ding Meiyu covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders began to tremble.

Seeing this, Shen Lan knew it was inconvenient to continue the topic.

After a moment of silence, she said with emotion, "I still have to thank Heming for arriving in time, which prevented Xingxin from going bankrupt and being liquidated. Otherwise, we would not only be unable to pay the fines, but we might also have to bear criminal responsibility."

.......

Wednesday, 10:00 AM.

The conference hall of Qin's Science and Technology Park was packed with media, with reporters surrounding the signing table with their cameras and microphones.

The senior executives of Qin's Technology and Tianyu Technology were all seated in the back row.

On the signing table were two dark gray folders containing the finalized cooperation agreement after negotiations between the two parties.

At 9:55, Jiang Yin arrived at the signing ceremony and sat on one of the chairs, waiting for the Qin family's signing representative.

Two minutes later, a person entered the conference room surrounded by a large entourage.

Jiang Yin looked closely and saw that it was Qin Heming.

It turned out that Qin Heming came to sign the contract in person.

Jiang Yin inwardly groaned, but her expression remained unchanged.

Qin Heming walked to the other side of the signing table, and Chong Jiangyin smiled slightly: "Hello, I've arrived first."

Then he reached out his hand.

Jiang Yin gave a standard professional smile, stood up, and extended her hand for a light handshake: "Hello, President Qin!"

The host announced the start of the signing ceremony. After the two sat down, they opened the folder in front of them, turned to the last page of the agreement, and signed their names.

Then, the secretaries standing behind them exchanged folders, and the two signed them again.

Jiang Yin felt as if Qin Heming's hand, which she had just held, was being bitten by a swarm of tiny ants again. She forced herself to maintain her composure and continue the signing ceremony, trying not to show any abnormality, but fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Fortunately, the signing was quick.

After both parties signed the agreement, their respective secretaries collected it away. Next, the two stood up and shook hands a second time to signify the successful cooperation: "Pleasant cooperation!"

At that moment, all the media outlets simultaneously snapped photos of the two shaking hands. Some media outlets standing in the corner even asked them to turn around and smile wider.

As long as the media cameras are constantly rolling, their hands can't let up.

Jiang Yin felt as if her right hand was being immersed in sulfuric acid, with her flesh being corroded bit by bit.

Her smile remained, but beads of sweat began to roll down her forehead.

After finally finishing taking photos, Jiang Yin was about to leave immediately when the media swarmed around them, shoving microphones to their mouths for interviews.

Jiang Yin forced herself to speak a few words despite her discomfort. Just as she was about to lose control of her emotions, Qin Heming naturally took over the conversation and secretly handed Jiang Yin a wet wipe from his pocket.

Jiang Yin hesitated for a moment, but still took it, tore open the packaging, put her hands behind her back, and began to wipe them discreetly.

Qin Heming answered the questions from various media outlets in a few concise and to-the-point manner, and then announced the end of the signing ceremony, saying that he had other important matters to attend to.

Before leaving, Jiang Yin softly apologized to Qin Heming. Qin Heming nodded, then lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable.

Jiang Yin ran back to Tianyu's office and silently washed her hands in the restroom.

She had taken psychology courses in college and had long realized that she had developed a post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)-like physiological aversion to Qin Heming's physical contact, and that the somatization was becoming increasingly severe.

She had never taken "stress" seriously before, always feeling that apart from Se Se, her life and Qin Heming's life would never intersect again.

But now the symptoms are getting worse and worse, and it may affect her arousal. Perhaps some intervention is needed.

Her apology when she left was sincere; she had no intention of embarrassing the other person in public.

Whatever grudges exist between the two, there's no need to bring them up in public and let them become fodder for gossip.

She prefers a model where people appear relaxed and friendly on the surface, but are actually ruthless and manipulative behind the scenes. For example, in this short-selling battle, although she was ultimately outmaneuvered, she accepted her loss gracefully.

The next afternoon, Jiang Yin's phone vibrated three times rapidly on the desktop. A message popped up in the "Three Cobblers" group chat:

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