Chapter 80: Chapter 79: Qijie: I Earned It Fair and Square, Weibo Explodes Again
"Are you really that strapped for cash," the old cat smirked, "Not satisfied with the fifty billion in patent fees from me, you’re even going after that one billion?"
Drake White burst out laughing.
"This guy doesn’t even spare his own accounts; do you think she wouldn’t want that billion?"
The old cat thought about it, and it was indeed true.
Claire Green’s eyes lazily glanced to the side, her lips curving into a noticeable smirk.
She said languidly, "I earned it with my skills, why wouldn’t I take it."
Upon hearing this.
The old cat glanced at her, deep resignation in his eyes.
Bluebird, listening to the conversation from the side, chuckled lightly, eyes full of schadenfreude, "You better think about how to get the money first, isn’t Thomas Skin the one who froze all your assets?"
As her words settled.
The old cat’s expression visibly froze.
So now he has to go back and persuade that guy Skin?
Thinking of this, the old cat turned his eyes stiffly, "Suddenly, I think I might be able to hold off."
Claire Green chuckled lightly, intriguingly, "What, afraid to speak to Skin."
This immediately provoked the old cat.
He reflexively retorted, "Nonsense, I’m his brother, why wouldn’t I dare to speak up. Just wait and see, you’ll get the money!"
Drake White and Bluebird exchanged glances and shook their heads with amusement.
The old cat’s intelligence was completely being dominated by J.
...
"J, let’s go over that detail again."
The old cat opened the room door, speaking to Claire Green as she came out.
Drake White rolled his eyes and unceremoniously slapped the old cat on the shoulder.
His voice was irritable, "I say, old cat, can’t you just take a break, you’ve been chattering non-stop during the whole meal."
"Seconded," Bluebird agreed, "I feel like my ears are still ringing."
The old cat pulled his hand off, giving them both a cold glance.
"It’s not your five hundred billion, I’m just asking a question, why can’t I?"
The two immediately shook their heads.
This ain’t just a question; it’s like a game of ’Hundred Thousand Whys.’
Claire Green had a candy in her mouth, strutting forward with a roguish air.
They ran into two people coming towards them.
Claire Green’s eyes carried a hint of coldness, she glanced lightly at Olivia Song, exposing a smile with an unclear meaning.
Then they brushed past each other.
Upon seeing a familiar side profile and expression, Olivia Song stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing, observing the back of the person in front.
"Yinyin, why did you stop?"
Rae Zander noticed her sudden pause and asked in a voice brimming with curiosity.
"Rae, don’t you think one of those people who just passed by looks a lot like Claire Green?"
"Really?" Rae Zander scratched her head and thought for a bit, "No, that was obviously a guy."
Olivia Song pursed her lips, but why was the side profile so similar, and why did they give her that kind of smile.
Rae Zander hooked her arm under Olivia’s, giving her a careful pat, "Alright, you must have seen it wrong, let’s go inside, the director’s waiting."
Reluctantly, Olivia Song took another look at the back and suppressed her doubts.
...
"Why do I feel like someone is watching us," the old cat suddenly said, rubbing his arms.
Drake White nodded, "It’s not a feeling; it’s a fact. Look back and see, those two girls we passed, weren’t they staring at us?"
Upon hearing this.
The old cat glanced back and then nonchalantly looked away.
"They really are, but why are they watching us? Is it possible our identities have been exposed?"
With his level of intelligence, Bluebird really felt hopeless.
Her tone was full of exasperation, "Not you, it’s J they’re staring at."
Then she added cheekily, "Who can blame them, with our J looking so dashingly handsome."
"You have too much free time," Claire Green’s calm eyes lifted slightly.
Bluebird quickly shifted the topic, "So, where are we heading next?"
"The bar," both the old cat and Drake White said in unison.
Claire Green flatly refused, "You go ahead, I have things to do."
Saying this, she waved her hand, donned her hat, and briskly disappeared into the darkness.
Leaving a few people staring at each other.
"Are we still going now?" Bluebird asked unenthusiastically.
"Why go without the main person, let’s just head home,"
"Makes sense, see you next time then."
The rendezvous ended with the group dispersing at the entrance.
...
"Start up a computer,"
Claire Green pressed the brim of her hat, her black mask obscuring her small face, leaving only a pair of eyes, as dark as a deep pool, visible.
Her voice was half-lazy, half-cool, making others curious to see the face beneath the mask.
The front desk at the internet cafe swiftly started up a computer after checking her ID card, falling into deep thought while looking at the name.
Why did it seem so familiar.
Until she returned the ID to Claire Green, and during their eye contact, she suddenly realized where this familiar feeling came from.
Isn’t this the same girl she saw at that other internet cafe before?
Couldn’t believe what a small world it was, she even met her here after changing jobs.
Claire Green chose a corner spot, her fingers rapidly breached Wilber Young’s computer, transferring all the confidential files out.
Then, using the entire internet cafe to build a large virtual IP, she sent the files to various marketing accounts’ emails, and manipulated their Weibo accounts to post them.
The result was that following the exposure of inferior construction by the Yang Corporation, the firstborn son’s private video was leaked.
Netizens on Weibo were abuzz, seeing posts from multiple influential accounts at the same time, causing an uproar.
[Whoa, this dude knows how to play!]
[Ew, that’s disgusting.]
[Damn it, not only did this person get laid, but he also likes to force others to sleep with him.]
[Am I the only one who noticed something off with those being forced?]
[Not just you, I noticed too, it seems like they were being controlled.]
[Oh my God, the Yang family is terrifying, the father cuts corners, the son is into drugged control.]
[How is this company not bankrupt yet, are they saving it for a holiday?]
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Police Station.
A young police officer saw the Weibo news and immediately sensed trouble, speaking up.
"Officer Chen, we’ve got trouble. The netizens on Weibo are rioting again."
Hannah Cox rubbed her temples, her tone weary, "What’s going on this time?"
"Wilber Young’s private life got exposed, and now a lot of netizens, after seeing the forced individuals looking a bit off, are suspecting drug control."
The young officer highlighted a few hot comments and placed the tablet on the table.
Hannah Cox, scanning the comments, glanced at some replies before coldly snorting, "Is this that guy from the Yang family?"
"Yes, what should we do now?"
"I’ll report this to higher-ups," Hannah Cox got up, "Drug control or not, the public’s perception means we need to bring him in for questioning."
"Understood."
...
"Director Liu, that’s the situation now, we await your orders."
Hannah Cox saluted perfectly, relaying the series of events without missing a word.
Director Liu thought deeply, frowning, "Bring him in, if it’s true, the Yang family is guilty of a grave crime."
Receiving the order.
Hannah Cox promptly led the team to the Yang household, only to find it empty.
It appeared that once he learned about the exposure of his private life, Wilber Young had promptly fled.
Just as the police were preparing for another fruitless attempt, a map appeared on the tablet, marked with a red dot moving continuously.
[Follow the red dot to find him—J]
The young officer nearby was visibly excited upon seeing the message, "Am I seeing things? It’s from J!"