The top floor of a giant office building in Dongshan District, Donghai City.

In a lavishly furnished office, a scar-faced man in his fifties is watching the news on TV, passing the time boredly.

The man was dressed in a white suit, his right hand on crutches, and he was wearing various glittering gold rings. He has a scar about three centimeters long on his right eye, and a tattoo of dragons playing in the water on the left side of his neck.

On the wall behind him, there is a calligraphy work with four large characters written in a vigorous and powerful font: Qunlong Group.

This is the headquarters of the Qunlong Group.

And this scar-faced man is the chairman of the Qunlong Group - Huang Dilong.

Although he has such a popular name that is even close to the second middle school, Huang Dilong does not have the slightest joy.

On the contrary, the name brought him only countless shame and embarrassment from childhood to adulthood. Even now, as the chairman of a group company, this feeling has not subsided in the slightest.

He watched the TV news report, which at this time was broadcasting the world economic news:

"The impact of the AI escape from Milikan Goki continues to expand today.

Dozens of technology companies in Silicon Valley that have invested in the company have issued statements expressing concern, and the Joint Investigation Bureau has also announced its involvement in the matter, and is currently investigating in the direction of hacking and attacks by unknown organizations. ”

After the host finished speaking, he turned to the expert next to him and asked, "Mr. Expert, what do you think?" How will this event affect global markets? ”

"Well...... That's right, that is, we can come to the, one, a preliminary situation, so just now this is what you also said, this this and this AI, ah, that's what we're talking about, artificial intelligence, she, that's to say, escaped, right? ”

The moderator kept smiling, listened patiently, and then went on to ask, "So what kind of impact will it have on the global market?" ”

"Your question, that is, this question, is still very good. So, the question is, what kind of impact is this, ah, going on, this is what we say, the global market, ah, what's going on. As for this, or does it mean that we need to pay attention to this issue, I just said this. ”

The moderator kept smiling, politely interrupted the expert, and then went on to ask: "So what kind of impact will it have on the global market?" ”

With a snap, Huang Dilong turned off the TV.

He is ready to call the city TV station to complain when he is free, and quickly tell this expert to get out! After forty minutes of inking, nothing was said, not once or twice.

What is the impact? Needless to say? Tomorrow Monday, the stock price of the company is about to collapse. Huang Dilong plans to wait until the market opens on Monday and immediately sell all the shares of the company.

Rubbing his eyebrows, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and the young male secretary walked in:

"Chairman, there has been progress in the Tianlong loan company incident that you asked me to investigate last time."

"Oh?" Huang Dilong suddenly became interested, he finally waited for this news.

Tianlong Loan Company, a wholly-owned subsidiary of Qunlong Group, is involved in the loan business in the financial field.

Not long ago, Tianlong Loan Company suddenly collapsed overnight for no reason, and all the key employees, including Wang Tianlong, were sentenced to law.

What surprised Huang Dilong even more was that Wang Tianlong, an old employee he trusted, took the initiative to call the special search class to surrender, which is unimaginable.

Although after the incident, Qunlong Group reacted in a timely manner, cut off its dealings with Tianlong Loan Company through various public relations and technical means, and adopted the method of abandoning the car to protect the handsome, so that Qunlong Group avoided further investigation, but this matter has always been a knot that lingers in Huang Dilong's heart.

So the secretary told him that the investigation had progressed, and he was naturally quite happy.

The secretary handed him a photo, and after Huang Dilong took it, he squinted at it.

Above is a high school student wearing a Tokai No. 1 Middle School uniform and glasses.

"Who is this?" Yellow Emperor Long was stunned.

"The boy's name is Lu Fan, and he is a sophomore at Donghai No. 1 Middle School. After many days of visits and covert investigations, all clues and eyewitness testimonies point to him, and I am afraid that he is the direct cause of the collapse of Tianlong Loan Company, and ......"

After a moment's hesitation, the secretary continued: "And it only took one afternoon to do it. ”

Huang Dilong stared at Lu Fan's photo for a long time, his face was red and white, and then he raised his head and threw the photo back on the secretary's face:

"Do you think the old man is too old to fool? Well? Isn't this just a high school student who looks too ordinary to be ordinary? Well?

And it's still such a nerd appearance, you told the old man that it took him less than a day to destroy the old man's subsidiary, and let Wang Tianlong go to the special search class by himself to turn himself in?

Are you kidding? Tell me how he did it? ”

"That afternoon, Lu Fan made an appointment with Wang Tianlong to meet in the old shantytown south of Donghai No. 1 Middle School, and then a thunderstorm occurred there, and the specific incident is still under investigation."

The secretary took the photo with his hand, put it back on the table, and continued:

"But chairman, please forgive me for being blunt, you must not underestimate the group of male high school students, in many animations and novels, they are enough to destroy the world!"

"You fart!" Huang Dilong stood up excitedly, slapped the secretary in the face, and the secretary's body spun in place three times before falling to the ground.

Can a male high school student destroy the world? Are you kidding!

He Huang Dilong recalled his high school life: although he was a bad person, he was always ridiculed for his name being too secondary two, and even went to scare the children in the neighborhood, but the little ones were not only not afraid, but showed him a joyful expression of adoration.

It wasn't until he entered the university and fought with the handlers of the school next door, resulting in an extra scar on his face, that the majesty of the Yellow Emperor Dragon was slowly established.

This memory of high school is too shameful, Huang Dilong has already sealed it in the depths of his memory and never touched it again, but he didn't expect the secretary's words to remind him of his black history, which is why he is so excited.

After his anger subsided slightly, Huang Dilong took out a white handkerchief from his arms and threw it to the secretary.

In any case, now that the clues have been found, it is necessary to continue.

"The head of Shilong Entertainment City, that Qian Shilong, has been busy lately?"

"It doesn't seem to be busy, and lately I've often seen him flirting with girls in the café of the headquarters building." The secretary wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Then it's done, after this matter, you will let Qian Shilong's people participate, and let him be sure to find out the details of this Lu Fan."

"Understood." The secretary nodded, put the handkerchief back on the table, and walked out.

Huang Dilong sat back in his chair and sighed softly. He has experienced too many bad things recently, and he is inevitably impetuous.

A few weeks ago, a teacher named Zhu Tishou from Donghai No. 1 Middle School played a game at their group's Shilong Casino, and then lost a mess.

Who knew that this mallet would not be able to repay the lost money at all, so he borrowed money from Tianlong Loan Company, who knew that this mallet was still a strict wife, and he didn't dare to ask his wife for money to repay the debt.

So Wang Tianlong instigated him to secretly take photos of girls to pay off his debts, who knew that this mallet was not clean again, and it was said that he was discovered by students at school, and almost killed himself.

The details of that matter Huang Dilong didn't bother to know.

In short, after this matter was stabbed, the Dongshan District Special Investigation Division found Shilong Entertainment City and Qunlong Group along the way, but fortunately, his good brother Qian Shilong usually operated a hidden business, so he was not caught.

Shilong Entertainment City has just escaped the rumors, and watching the news this morning, the stock price of Mi Guoge Ji Company, which has a heavy position in the stocks, is about to collapse again.

Tell me, can you not worry about all these things together?

Huang Dilong rubbed his eyebrows and sighed heavily, it seemed that it was time to find an opportunity to go out and relax.

……

On Monday afternoon, the second floor of the main building of Donghai No. 1 Middle School, the men's restroom.

At this time, Lu Fan and Chen Guangyao were wearing masks, dust-proof bandanas on their heads, and cleaning in the bathroom.

Because of the fine issued by Ling Wu last week, Lu Fan didn't even go to club activities, and worked honestly here.

"Lu Fan, you look a little sluggish, did you do anything good on the weekend?" Chen Guangyao wiped the tile wall with a rag while looking at Lu Fan with bad intentions.

After experiencing the confession incident, Chen Guangyao and Lu Fan are familiar with each other, so now, like everyone else in the Wanshiwu, he calls Lu Fan more casually and closely.

"Ah...... Don't mention it...... "Lu Fan supported his forehead."

He has indeed not been idle at all in the last few days, and last Friday night in the kitchen of Ilya's house, he made her enough cold food and bento for two days of the weekend.

On the weekend, I went to KTV to solve the little hooligans and his brother in the class for Shuangye, and this is not over, because Shuangye was drunk, it took Lu Fan a lot of effort to go home that day to coax her to bed.

Who knew that halfway through the night, Futaba rarely opened the door of Lu Fan's room.

Lu Fan didn't know if Futaba hadn't woken up or was sleepwalking, and he didn't dare to act rashly, so he kept a stiff posture and slept all night.

The next morning, as soon as Futaba opened his eyes, perhaps too shy, the almighty back-pot theorem was activated again.

Lu Fan's cheeks on both sides now have two slap prints, one deep and one shallow, left by Ilya and Futaba, and the lower abdomen on both sides is also a faint pain. It can really be said that the old wound has not healed, and the new color is hanging.