Chapter 11

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

[Ms. Wen Xiaoya, your credit card debt of 3.8 billion yuan is 18 days overdue. The current interest is seven million jun coins, if this sums up… in order to avoid high interest, please pay it back as soon as possible,] signed Jun Guo Bank. 

Caviar beef almost spilled out from her mouth. ‘Oh my gosh! Nearly 4 billion in debt, what did she do to spend so much?’ Cang Lan thought to herself. 

After reading the list, sure enough, the famous painting ‘The Field’ was bought with her credit card. As for the rest, it was spent on alcohol.

When Wen Hengzi canceled Wen Xiaoya’s credit card, did he not know to pay the debt back first? Did the Wen family not even have four billion in corporate profits?

Cang Lan remembered that her previous small bank account was in a startup technology company.. There should be more than 10 billion in it that could be temporarily diverted, and the withdrawal password that she had set was a series of questions. There were a total of 37 questions, this included musical arrangements, medical engineering questions, 3D modeling, water molecule movement, evolution formulas, and advanced hacker firewall programming…

These were all high-tech skills that only Cang Lan was proficient in. Even if she gathered all the current big shots in various fields, neither one of them could probably pass with full marks.

When she turned on her laptop, Wen Xiaoya logged into the Hui Shan Science and Technology’s CEO dedicated backend system and finished the questions within half an hour.

Hui Shan’s backend system was connected to all the core data chains of all industrial chains in the Cang Zhou Company. The backend raw material supply chain, the front-end channel, actual sales, as well as the financial flow, was provided at first glance. This was something Cang Lan had researched and developed when she was the CEO of Cang Zhou Company, this was in order to avoid complex human nature abuses.

After all, she was the highest-level corporate commander. It was very difficult to get in touch with the daily lives on the front lines. There were too many layers of management, and that caused the waters to become murky when it came down to distinguishing things.

However, when one entered the backend system, the first thing they saw was not the dense changes in data. Instead, it was this small shelf company that had been hidden for many years and had never been known to others.

However, this small company actually showed that it was currently in debt of 20 billion yuan?! If converted into jun currency, it would be worth 40 billion! It was worth two Wen families! Cang Lan’s last line of defense had been broken, and her hard-earned money had been wiped out!

F*ck, the long march for revenge, and it begins with a 44 billion yuan debt start?!

However, Wen Xiaoya’s laptop that was used for watching dramas was unable to support the operation of Hui Shan’s backend system.

She could not find out how the money was owed.

Adding the 10 billion yuan that was originally stored inside, it was a total of 30 billion yuan? Logically speaking, she had hidden this small company very deeply. The company’s legal person was her little disciple, a hacker. No matter what they had done, any top hackers who tried to erase their traces on the internet had never succeeded. 

Suddenly, a white pale encryption code appeared on Wen Xiaoya’s laptop. She knew what it was written with one look. This was the language that Cang Lan and her little disciple used.

“Master! Are you master?! You’re not dead?!”

It seemed that after Wen Xiaoya used Cang Lan’s account to log into Hui Shan, her little disciple caught the IP address and hacked into this laptop that had no firewall at all. Now, the device acted as a screen-sharing space. Her little disciple could see it clearly in front of a screen in another part of the world.

Wen Xiaoya opened a blank document and started a conversation with the little disciple.

[GM: Chen Mo. You may find it hard to believe what happened, but Cang Lan is indeed dead.]

[LD: Then, who are you? No one in this world can enter Cang Lan’s personalized 37 questions!]

[GM: I’m Cang Lan. I’m dead, but I’ve been reborn.]

[LD: Reborn? That’s impossible. Your body has been cremated and turned into ashes. The urn is still at my house!]

[GM: Hey, how do I explain this? I’m Wen Xiaoya now, but I’m still Cang Lan.]

[LD: Liar! If you continue to make up lies, I’ll post all the selfies and sex videos on your computer all over the Internet!]

[GM: ????]

Right now, Cang Lan’s head was filled with misery. Although this little disciple was already a top-notch hacker, he was actually only 17 years old.

He had been an orphan since 10 years old, he was adopted and funded by Cang Lan. 

In just four to five years, he had already become an expert in the field of hacking. This child was good at everything, but his brain was a little slow-witted. It would be very troublesome to explain a situation like this to him.

[GM: Kid, you never wear underwear.]

[LD: I don’t believe in such trivial things!]

[GM: Kid, you like to use the enter key when typing code.]

[LD: Isn’t that the basic standard of a high-quality human programmer? I don’t believe it!]

[GM: Kid! That’s enough. Don’t force me to tell you about your first date!]

[LD: If you have the ability, tell me! Do you think I’ll believe you? My master is already dead. You must have kidnapped her when she was still alive and forced her to talk about the Hui Shan backend system. It was you who killed my master! I will never forgive you!]

There were no more words written on the screen.

About a minute later, Wen Xiaoya’s laptop started to heat up rapidly. This was a mode of retaliation from the angered Chen Mo. When he was very angry with someone, he would hack into the other person’s computer and start a dirty data attack.

If he continues on like this, the CPU of Wen Xiaoya’s only electronic device would completely self-destruct in three minutes.

1. “GM” is Cang Lan, or known as Grand Master and “CM” is her little disciple, Chen Mo, in the chat, or known as Little Disciple.