The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

Another employee, staring at his phone with dry lips, said, "Xianfeng Finance even reported it...and there are pictures! The comments section is exploding..."

His Adam's apple bobbed. "The company's core information has been leaked, and the boss is 'corrupt'... Is this company doomed? What do we do?"

"What else can be done?"

An employee in the corner sneered, carrying a cardboard box containing personal belongings and a nearly withered pothos plant.

He said bluntly, "Hurry up and find another job. I heard that Lao Liu from the R&D department and General Manager Zhang from the marketing department have both submitted their resignations."

"If we don't leave now, are we waiting to be laid off, or to die with the company?"

Those words were like a sharp blade, severing the last glimmer of hope in the air.

Outside the break room, the sound of wheels rolling echoed down the corridor as another employee carried a cardboard box away. The company's resignation system was displaying a red alert; the HR department was nearly paralyzed.

Human nature, like a wild horse that has broken free, is completely out of control.

At this moment, the office of Gu's core project team was as silent as an empty shell.

The computer screens on the workstations emitted a dim blue light, and more and more empty chairs appeared. The once highly efficient project team was now reduced to just a handful of people.

The technical director stood in the center, his once upright posture now appearing bent under the weight of his weight. In his hands lay the "Tiangong Kaiwu V7 Parameter Scheme," once considered the highest priority, its pages crumpled and crumpled.

He looked at the few remaining key employees before him, his eyes as weary as still water, his voice hoarse, as if ripped from his chest:

"'The Creation of Nature'... is over."

He swallowed hard, his fingers trembling slightly. "Parameters leaked... patents preemptively registered... years of hard work... all gone to waste."

Finally, he paused for a moment, a hint of bitterness and despair appearing in his eyes, and nodded slightly, as if he had made some heavy decision.

"Everyone...follow your own path."

After saying that, he slowly took off the name tag hanging on his chest.

"Snapped."

The employee badge landed on the table, crisp yet heavy.

He didn't turn around, but walked straight out the door.

Behind them, the remaining team members looked at each other, speechless, despair spreading silently like a cold wave.

Meanwhile, another, more sophisticated and ruthless public relations hunt has quietly begun.

At 8:30 a.m., before the internet had fully awakened, an online press conference in the name of "justice" was already poised to begin.

In the live stream, Zhao Lei, dressed in a well-pressed dark gray suit, with his hair meticulously styled and a stern expression, sat behind a dark walnut wood desk. The virtual background behind him featured a "scales of justice" pattern under a somber, cold light. His tone was slow and subdued, as if he were reading a national-level indictment.

"Mr. Gu Yinshen's resignation is an internal assessment by the Gu family of his mismanagement," Zhao Lei said, his tone deliberately low and somber. "But this is just the tip of the iceberg."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the camera, as if piercing the audience's eyes through the screen.

"In order to uncover the truth, our team is under tremendous pressure and is once again releasing crucial evidence!"

The screen then switched.

A seemingly rigorous and complex "overseas bank transaction details" document appeared before everyone, with clear account information, densely packed transfer curves, and shocking amounts.

Zhao Lei lowered his head slightly, slowly pointed to a column in the image, and circled a series of key information with a laser pointer:

"As you can see, these transfer accounts all come from 'offshore companies associated with Gu Yinshen.' And the recipients are all the same mysterious accounts."

"The amount involved was enormous, the transfers were frequent, and the total amount reached a staggering 37.5 million US dollars!"

He paused abruptly, his gaze fixed on the camera, his voice as cold and sharp as a blade:

"These transfers were precisely timed around three sensitive periods: around the time of Mengmeng's birth, during the processing of her identity documents, and when a key investigation recently broke out."

His gaze sharpened, and his tone suddenly rose, as if he had transformed into an interrogator:

"We reasonably suspect that this mysterious person is the 'mysterious woman' who had a secret rendezvous with Gu Yinshen late at night!"

He paused for a moment, seemingly hesitant, but in reality, he was gathering his strength to unleash his attack.

"And she might be that 'Dr. Li'. Or perhaps, someone else whose background is entangled with Mengmeng's!"

His tone was sharp and forceful, like a hammer driven in the final nail to a coffin:

"Were these huge sums of money, with their whereabouts unknown, used to bribe key witnesses? Were they used to tamper with legal documents? Were they used to conceal Mengmeng's true birthplace? Or perhaps even darker illegal transactions, or to cover up some unspeakable truth about her background?!"

Zhao Lei's voice resonated like a booming bell in the cyberspace.

"Is this yet another irrefutable proof of Gu Yinshen's personal corruption and moral depravity?"

Then he suddenly stood up, his posture solemn, his eyes sharp as swords.

"Gu Yinshen's resignation is not the end!"

"We must thoroughly investigate the mystery surrounding Mengmeng's origins, including potential illegal operations, monetary transactions, and identity tampering!"

He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, with a resounding conviction, like a vow:

"This is not just about a child's identity! It's about the dignity of the law and social justice!"

"We will continue our investigation until the truth comes out!"

As soon as the press conference ended, Zhao Lei leaned back slightly, and the mask of "justice amidst sorrow" on his face finally cracked slightly.

A cold smile crept onto his lips.

That forged financial flow chart completely linked the concept of "Gu Yinshen's corruption" with the emotionally charged pain point of "Mengmeng's background".

It blends logic with truth and falsehood, manipulates emotions precisely, and strikes the mark with a single blow.

Then, public opinion overturned the situation completely, like a flood bursting its banks.

The topic "Gu Yinshen's overseas money transfer and Mengmeng's background" quickly rose to the top of the trending search list within minutes, almost instantly sparking discussions across the entire internet.

Major portal websites, self-media accounts, and short video platforms quickly pushed out a chain reaction of headlines:

"It's chilling to think about! Gu Yinshen's huge sums of money flowed to a 'mysterious Ms. X,' suspected of covering up the secret of his illegitimate daughter!"

"Corruption and blood ties intertwined! The former head of the Gu family is embroiled in two scandals!"

Offshore accounts, luxury homes, and the mysterious woman "Xinghai"—the story behind her downfall.

The comments section completely erupted:

"This is too dark... So leaking secrets isn't the dirtiest thing?"

"He misappropriated funds to launder his mistress's identity, and even involved her children?! He's utterly despicable!"

"Poor little Mengmeng... With such a filthy background, what will become of her in the future?"

"Gu's Group? Just go bankrupt already! Stop poisoning the trust of investors and the public!"

At the same time, Gu's Holdings' stock price plummeted at the opening, with a gap of nearly 30%, instantly triggering the limit-down mechanism. It continued to fall to the limit-down price for several days with no trading volume, and no one dared to buy.

The capital market is withdrawing liquidity as if it were a corpse.