Ex-wife becomes the world's number one hacker

Lin Xiyue looked up at the second floor, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the private rooms.

Next to Jian Tingyun's private room, a long-haired, artsy young man leaned on the railing and waved lazily.

Lin Xiyue smiled and nodded in greeting.

Sitting opposite Wang Qian, Gao Jianming raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Did you know she has a boyfriend?"

"Who?" Wang Qian rested his head on his arm and turned to Gao Jianming.

"Qin Heming".

"Oh?" Wang Qian straightened up, sitting up upright, and said in surprise, "Would he like this type?"

"What type should he like?" Gao Jianming poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and asked with a smile.

Wang Qian thought for a moment, then leaned back against the railing and said slowly:

"He's such a reserved person, he probably likes the kind of person who's... a bit edgy, how should I put it, has personality. Yes, someone with edginess and personality."

Gao Jianming pointed at the stage with his hand, "He's a PhD student from H University."

"Oh, that makes more sense. Top students like other top students." Wang Qian nodded.

Gao Jianming continued, "However, this girl comes from a very poor family, a humble and lowly household." He then curled his lip in disapproval.

Wang Qian remained silent, closing his eyes to listen to Lin Xiyue sing.

Gao Jianming also leaned onto the railing and asked Wang Qian, "You're a professional, so honestly, how well does she play the guitar?"

Wang Qian didn't open his eyes, but chuckled softly.

"She sang four chords all night, and even used the minor F fingering for the major F chord. What do you think of her skill level?"

Kao Chien-ming: "I don't understand it, but it's alright to listen to."

Wang Qian snorted. "Hmm, that's enough to fool you laymen."

Gao Jianming glanced at Wang Qian a few times, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

Wang Qian closed his eyes and said, "Speak your mind, or shut up."

Gao Jianming laughed. "You really do have eyes all over your body, don't you? They're not closed, are they?"

Wang Qian ignored him.

"You really gave up the cello and came back to take over the family business?" Gao Jianming asked tentatively.

"What can we do? They're making a scene if we don't come back." Wang Qian straightened up, rubbed his face, and stretched. "I'll come back if you tell me to. I'll give them a 'good business'."

"You've been doing this for over twenty years, are you really willing to give it up?"

"It doesn't matter." Wang Qian picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

During the conversation, the stage performance ended, and Lin Xiyue took a group photo with her fans.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door of Wang Qian's private room, and Lin Xi stood at the door with a smile.

"Wow! Bravo!"

Upon seeing Lin Xiyue, Wang Qian clapped enthusiastically, his face filled with exaggerated surprise.

"Miss Lin has a unique voice and superb piano skills. I admire her greatly." As he spoke, Wang Qian stood up and shook hands briefly with Lin Xiyue.

Lin Xiyue didn't take it seriously. She knew Wang Qian's background; he was a graduate of the famous Berklee College of Music and currently the principal cellist of a well-known international orchestra.

With a slight blush, she thanked Wang Qian, saying, "Thank you for coming, Young Master Wang, and thank you for the flowers."

Wang Qian placed his right hand on his chest, his left hand behind his back, and bowed slightly, speaking in a gentlemanly and soothing manner:

"Ms. Lin, you're too kind. I had an appointment here to discuss business with someone, and it was my good fortune to stumble upon your concert and be able to hear your heavenly voice."

Lin Xiyue's face turned even redder...

........

Lin Xiyue returned home very late after her performance.

Ding Meiyu was still awake and was sitting on the sofa looking at documents.

Lin Xiyue took off her silver stilettos in the entryway, walked barefoot into the living room, and collapsed onto the sofa.

"I'm exhausted..."

Ding Meiyu put down the documents in her hand, moved over to massage her calves, and said in the meantime:

"I was just about to tell you, this concert should be canceled. The chip company is at a critical time right now, you need to focus on your work."

"Hmm, I don't want to do it anymore, it's too tiring." Lin Xiyue enjoyed the massage and closed her eyes comfortably.

Ding Meiyu continued, "I met with your mother today. Xingxin's products need to be upgraded, and we need to change our suppliers. In a few days, we need to visit the new suppliers in Shennan City."

Lin Xiyue suddenly opened her eyes: "Are we going to the technology street?"

"It doesn't matter where we go or not. We've already contacted all the suppliers we need to visit, so we can just go directly to their companies."

Lin Xiyue rolled her eyes. "Let's go after all. It's always good to learn more."

"Okay, then I'll go."

Upon hearing Ding Meiyu's reply, Lin Xiyue smiled with satisfaction.

.......

Jiang Yin spent several days preparing five sets of products for the film crew.

After receiving a fee of 500,000 yuan, they gave away an HC3 high-end consumer drone worth 20,000 yuan as a gift. This demo unit is sufficient to meet the needs of most photographers and can be used to assist in product promotion.

That day, the two had just had some free time and were busy in the small shop, each holding a computer.

Jiang Yin was coding, while Tang Ning was compiling a list of suppliers.

"bite--"

Tang Ning received a message on her phone. She glanced at it, clicked her tongue, and frowned.

Jiang Yin asked, "What's wrong?"

Tang Ning showed the phone to Jiang Yin.

It turns out to be a financial news flash: Beijing Xingxin Technology Co., Ltd. has reportedly obtained an advanced chip design blueprint from Country A. If the company's team can successfully digest, absorb, and complete the technology transfer, it is expected to be the first to achieve a breakthrough in mid-to-high-end manufacturing processes, an expectation that has already generated a strong market response.

Tang Ning curled her lip, "They really got lucky. They got a stroke of good fortune to be able to hook up with such a client."

Jiang Yin's focus was different from Tang Ning's. After a moment's thought, she said:

"If we want to get more blueprints, we need to hurry. Foreign countries will strengthen technology export controls sooner or later, and bans could come at any time."

"That's right," Tang Ning nodded, "but if we want to gain more, we have to digest this wave first."

Jiang Yin turned her attention back to the computer, continued typing the unfinished code, and calmly said:

"It is said that Lin Xiyue majored in chip manufacturing."

Tang Ning snorted, "Well, she'd have to have the ability first."

The two fell silent and went about their own business.

Some time later, while the two were engrossed in their work, Tang Ning's phone rang.

Tang Ning was a little impatient at being interrupted, but upon seeing the caller's name, she immediately answered the call and put it on speakerphone.

"President Dong, hello there, is there something you need?" After saying that, Tang Ning mouthed to Jiang Yin, who was looking at him: Huanyu Technology.

Jiang Yin remembered that Huanyu Technology was a business owned by the Jian family, and President Dong particularly admired Tang Ning and had once tried his best to poach Tang Ning to his company.

"Little Tang, where are you going to make your fortune?" President Dong still had a loud voice.

"Still in Shenzhen, haven't made a fortune yet."

"Hehe, you're being modest, aren't you? My young master wants your CEO Jiang's phone number, saying he wants to discuss the soybean situation."

"You've started doing soybean business now? That's quite a big leap. Did country A have a bumper soybean harvest this year?" Mr. Dong asked Tang Ning seriously, discussing the soybean issue.

Tang Ning burst out laughing, and Jiang Yin covered her mouth, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"Hey, what are you laughing at? If you have any good business opportunities, introduce them to me." President Dong felt a little uneasy about Tang Ning's laughter.

Tang Ning barely managed to suppress her laughter: "No, these soybeans are not the same as those soybeans, Brother Dong, please wait a moment."

Then, Tang Ning looked at Jiang Yin, waiting for her to make a decision.

Jiang Yin lowered her head and thought for a moment, then nodded to Tang Ning.

After receiving approval, Tang Ning gave Jiang Yin's phone number to President Dong. The two chatted about various things before hanging up.

Less than ten minutes later, Jian Tingyun called.

I told Jiang Yin that Huang Dou is recovering very well and can run and jump again. I want to send photos to Jiang Yin to see.

Jiang Yin was also interested in learning more about soybeans, so the two added each other on WeChat.

Jian Tingyun sent over a bunch of photos, all of soybeans in various poses.

One photo shows Huangdou curled up on the sofa, sleeping peacefully in the arms of a man.

The man only showed his arm, but Jiang Yin knew it was Jian Tingyun, and she inexplicably felt that the scene was very warm.

Knowing that Huangdou was doing well, she was relieved.

I put down my phone, intending to continue working.

Just then, a small head peeked out from by the door.

Jiang Yin smiled. It was Mengmeng, the son of Brother Fu across the street. He was seven years old this year and wanted to fly the drone again.

She took the easiest-to-operate drone and controller and went outside.

Mengmeng was just starting to learn, and his finger coordination wasn't very good yet, so Jiang Yin was bending over to guide him.

The drone, which had been placed on the ground, finally took off smoothly, and Jiang Yin looked up as the drone took off.

The smile on her lips hadn't faded before it suddenly froze.

She discovered that Lin Xiyue, Shen Lan, and Ding Meiyu were now standing less than two meters away from her, looking down at her...