CHAPTER 76: CHAPTER 75: J’S WILD MOVES, THE YANG CORPORATION’S CORNER-CUTTING SCANDAL

[J: No jobs lately?]

Claire Green and her group returned to the Aria Court from the bar, and she went straight upstairs.

She logged into M.K and casually sent a message.

It resulted in a bunch of replies.

[Nether Lord: The boss is short on cash again?]

[Bluebird: Nether Lord, that’s not fair. When is J ever not short on cash?]

[Spirit Fox: I agree with that; seriously, J, why are you, as a boss, always short on cash?]

Seeing this message, Claire Green raised an eyebrow.

It’s a good question.

But who would ever think they have too much money?

At this moment, Garfield logged in slowly.

Seeing the chat history, he immediately exploded.

[Garfield: Damn it, J, you bastard, you still dare to show up.]

Claire Green curved her lips, looking entirely nonchalant.

Her fingers tapped on the keyboard, unhurried.

[J: Old Cat, you’ve been holding that anger for a while.]

[Nether Lord: Haha, it’s probably because he was pissed about going to R Nation recently to find you.]

[J: You didn’t tell him I was gone?]

[Nether Lord: He told me when he was already at the airport; I felt reluctant to tell him to head back, so I didn’t.]

[Garfield: So you two were in cahoots to mess with me?]

Claire Green chuckled lightly, closed the chat interface, and opened the order list on the side, her eyes flickering as she looked at the top two orders.

The corners of her eyes filled with a mischievous glint as she leisurely accepted the first order.

The moment she accepted it, a system message chimed in.

[Found J and assigned the order, assigned person J.]

Seeing the message, everyone chatting spat out their drinks in laughter.

After a while.

Someone slowly sent out a message.

[Drake White: Oh my, our bro is so broke he has to take orders to find himself now.]

[Neighbor Wang: As expected of the boss, such slick moves.]

[Nether Lord: Does this count as order fraud?]

Claire Green’s eyes twitched arrogantly as she sent a message, then logged off.

Not caring about how much of a stir this message would cause.

[J: Old Cat, if you want to find me, come to Bayne City, Z Country.]

[Drake White: Bro, I’m coming too.]

[Bluebird: I’ll go as well, nothing to do recently.]

Victoria Windsor sat in front of the computer, watching the messages refresh nonstop, smiling helplessly.

Standing up, she slowly dialed a phone number.

"You really have a knack for causing trouble; now several in the group are planning to find you."

On the other side.

Claire Green’s voice was lazy with a hint of wildness.

"They’ll have to find me first."

Victoria Windsor was taken aback, the next second burst out laughing.

She couldn’t help but feel sorry for those few in the group.

She thought J would never disclose an address; no wonder there was this whole setup.

The thought of those people arriving in Bayne City, yet not knowing where to find her, instantly made her want to laugh.

However.

"What about the order you took?"

"I’ll meet with Old Cat," Claire Green said coolly, "got some things to discuss."

Victoria Windsor responded with a hum, then after a few seconds of silence, asked excitedly, "Then can I come find you?"

In response, the phone was mercilessly hung up.

Her face twitched slightly.

...

After hanging up, Claire Green placed her fingers back on the keyboard.

The room lights were off, only the dim glow of the computer screen reflecting off her face, her expression unclear.

You could only see strands of code running and flickering on the computer.

At this moment.

The Yang Group building was empty.

Yet all the computers lit up simultaneously, green code filling the monitors.

Soon after.

With a leisurely tap of the last key, all the computers initiated self-destruct mode.

Overnight.

All files and data were gone.

"I’m really looking forward to this," Claire Green snickered softly.

...

The next day.

"What’s going on? Get the tech team here."

James Young arrived at the company, only to be told by employees that the computer’s data had suddenly disappeared, even other files were cleared.

His face instantly turned furious, yelling in displeasure.

Soon.

The tech team rushed in, panting, sweat trickling down their faces.

They had heard about the company issues and started checking, yet found no problem with the computers at all.

"President, you called for me?"

The man wiped the sweat off his forehead, cautiously looking towards the person behind the desk.

James Young kept his face grim, "What’s your say on the company’s problem?"

"We in the tech department started examining early this morning and initially suspect it’s a hacker attack."

Hearing this.

James Young furrowed his brow in thought.

Suddenly.

Clattering footsteps echoed in.

"President Young, this is bad, the company’s stock suddenly plummeted, investors are massively selling!"

Right as the words fell.

James Young stood abruptly, staring intently, gritting his teeth, "What did you say?"

"Someone released online news that our buildings use substandard materials, causing investor panic, leading to a stock plummet."

James Young felt faint, took a step back.

How could such confidential news be exposed?

"What now, investors along with property buyers are demanding accountability."

What to do, he also didn’t know.

James Young waved for them to leave first.

The two exchanged looks, leaving slowly.

"Secretary Lin, do you think this is someone’s revenge?"

The tech worker glanced around, seeing no one, asked quietly.

Secretary Lin glared, warning, "Stop speculating, focus on your work."

Then strode off.

The tech worker spat behind his back, calling him a secretary was saving face, as if he were someone.

Did they truly believe he didn’t know how many people the Yang Group offended secretly, today’s incident must be someone’s revenge.

...

James Young sat in his chair, hesitating with his phone in hand.

Finally, he sighed deeply, opened Weibo, finding it in absolute chaos.

Even the company’s official Weibo was overrun.

[Damn it, I bought this property for my family, good thing we haven’t moved in, or who’d be responsible if something happened.]

[Why hasn’t this kind of company been shut down yet?]

[They’re just scamming people, only looking to pocket money.]

[Using substandard materials, if it suddenly collapses one day, just thinking about it is scary.]

[Yang Group should just die.]

[Refund! Refund! Refund!]

He slowly scrolled through the comments, not missing any.

Slam.

Suddenly.

James Young swept everything off his desk with one vicious motion, thinking fiercely, if they want a refund, there’s no way.

But this time, it wasn’t up to him.

The Trade and Industry Bureau and the police soon arrived, to temporarily take him in for deceiving the public, using subpar materials.

And the moment he was taken away was discreetly posted on Weibo.

[People like this should be locked up, hopefully the police can give a satisfactory response.]

[Yes, and let’s hope the trade side does something, everyone’s money doesn’t just come from nowhere, if there’s an issue, refunds must be given.]

Claire Green lazily watched the drama unfold, knowing the show was just beginning.

The game had to be played slowly.

Next up was that eldest son.

...

At JiMei Academy.

Edward Monroe and Ethan Song stared dumbfounded at the online news, feeling surreal.

It had only been one night since K mentioned it, and Yang’s had such a drastic change.

Who on earth was K?

The question lingered in their minds.

"Ethan, I suddenly feel like I’ve grabbed a major support."

Edward Monroe spoke, dumbfounded.

"It’s alright, I guess!" Ethan Song suppressed the excitement in his heart, speaking nonchalantly contrary to his true feelings.