Chapter 196: Some Videos Shouldn't Be Kept on a Computer
On the surface, Xinjin Company looked like a regular joint venture fund, with a legal representative named Fan Changlong. Nothing seemed unusual, but Zhang Yang wasn't an ordinary guy. After digging through the company's entire structure, he found something suspicious.
Though Fan appeared to be a successful businessman, he had only just taken the position three months ago, after resigning as a senior executive at the Cai family's Yongxing Fund. Soon after, he became the legal representative of Xinjin Company.
"Fan Changlong's worked at Yongxing Fund since graduation, with no other background. His salary was high, but not enough to make him a legal rep at Xinjin right after joining. This guy's not simple."
Zhang Yang quickly pulled up Fan Changlong's profile using the Shadow System. Sure enough, the legal representative of Xinjin Fund had changed from Liu Jin to Fan Changlong three months ago. Zhang Yang then hacked into Fan's Weibo and personal page to check him out.
His Weibo looked normal—thirty-five years old, good-looking, unmarried, few followers. But Zhang Yang spotted something odd: he interacted frequently with someone named Cai Yanzhu.
"There's definitely something fishy." Zhang Yang thought for a moment and dug into Cai Yanzhu's background.
"Cai Yanzhu? Isn't that the old cougar from the Cai family?" Qiao Xier frowned at the sight of her photo and bio.
"Old cougar?"
"Hmph, Yangzi, you don't know. She's part of the Cai family—Cai Yu's cousin, I think. She's flirtatious, over forty and never married. It's said she's kept at least a hundred pretty boys. She's currently the chairwoman of Hengyi Group under Yongxing Fund, worth nearly ten billion. I bet she's sleeping with Fan Changlong. Five years ago, she even had a kid with one of her boy toys. Rumor has it the father's last name is Fan. Could it be this Fan Changlong?"
"A Cai family member? Definitely suspicious." Zhang Yang immediately searched for Fan's main computer.
Breaking in was as easy as walking into his own backyard. Browsing through it, he found a 50GB encrypted file on the D drive.
He cracked it effortlessly—and to his shock, it was filled with Japanese adult videos: Hotoya, Kurashina, Ozawa, Ryo Tsukino… all top-tier stuff. Zhang Yang glanced at Qiao Xier, whose expression had turned thunderous.
He reluctantly gave up the urge to copy them.
Just as he was about to exit, he noticed a hidden subfolder with a weird, letter-based name and a password. That caught his attention.
"Qiao-jie, what do you think's in this folder?" Zhang Yang stared at the strange string of letters—it felt familiar.
"How would I know?" Qiao Xier frowned, glaring. "You men are hopeless. You have real women right in front of you, yet you still watch this trash. Probably more smut in there."
"Guess." Zhang Yang suddenly realized why it looked familiar. "Here's a hint—it's the initials of pinyin words."
"Pinyin initials?" Qiao Xier bit her lip, reading the letters one by one. "H… C… Y… Z… No idea."
"Want me to tell you?" Zhang Yang grinned slyly. "But you have to agree to one condition."
"Spit it out, stop teasing." Qiao Xier could tell it wasn't anything decent, but curiosity got the better of her.
"Kiss me, and I'll tell you."
"You…" Qiao Xier clenched her fists, hesitated, then quickly pecked his cheek. "Talk. Keep stalling and I'll beat your ass."
"You've definitely learned from Gao Qi." Zhang Yang shook his head, hitting the copy command as he explained, "The letters stand for: 'Cai Yanzhu's Sex Videos.'"
"You perv!" Qiao Xier pinched him hard. "Don't watch that crap! And you copied it?!"
"How else can we confirm their relationship?" Zhang Yang countered calmly.
"Fine, then you watch it yourself." Qiao Xier turned away, fuming.
Zhang Yang shrugged. "Sure, I'll watch it—but I don't even know what Cai Yanzhu looks like." He cracked the folder's password with Shadow System and opened it—over thirty video clips.
This Fan guy was a total DiCaprio wannabe.
He clicked one. The moment it started, moaning filled the speakers—clearly a woman's voice, sultry and breathy enough to make blood boil.
"Ah… ah… mm… mm…"
On screen, two white bodies were stacked together, moving furiously in a blur of motion.
It was unmistakably Fan Changlong and Cai Yanzhu—the moaning definitely hers.
To be fair, Cai Yanzhu wasn't bad-looking. She'd taken care of herself; in her early forties, she still looked barely thirty. But she and Fan were clearly from different generations. Fan was thirty-five, with a clean, handsome face—your typical pretty boy.
"You know, the more I look, the less she looks like Cai Yanzhu." Zhang Yang frowned in confusion.
"Hmph, who else could it be? It's that old slut." Qiao Xier couldn't resist glancing back at the screen and huffed.
After a moment, her face flushed red and she spat, "Shameless."
Still, she didn't look away again. Instead, she and Zhang Yang watched side by side. Zhang Yang smirked—there was his chance. His hand crept toward her slim waist.
Qiao Xier's body went soft. She knew he was up to no good. She bit her lip, eyes glinting, and whispered seductively, "I want it too. What now?"
"Huh?" Zhang Yang was thrilled—Qiao-jie was finally opening up.
"Huh, my ass. You think I mean it? Too bad, you're not getting any. Hmph, serves you right." Qiao Xier glared at him, then pointed at the screen. "Aren't you supposed to be helping Feifei?"
"Ugh." Zhang Yang sighed, pulling himself together. Work came first. He closed the video. There was no need to guess anymore—Fan Changlong was definitely tied to the Cai family. A huge weak point.
"As expected, Xinjin Fund's part of the Cai network."
Zhang Yang checked the company background: Xinjin Fund was a Sino-foreign joint venture. Fan Changlong held 32.5% of shares—the largest portion. The second biggest shareholder was a Dutch company with 20%, managing 2.3 billion in capital—more than Feihe Fund. Half their investments were overseas, with clear business ties to Denmark's GD Group.
Currently, Xinjin had already acquired over thirty million Yimao Group shares—about 17% of the company. Feihe Fund held over forty million shares, or 19%. Combined, they controlled 36%, just six percent short of the 42% owned by Yimao's chairman, Feng Tang.
Zhang Yang checked further. The only current buyers of Yimao stock were Feng Tang and Xinjin Fund; the main sellers were Feihe Fund and smaller investors.
At this rate, within two days, if Feng Tang's cash flow broke, Yimao would fall into Xinjin's hands.
"Qiao-jie, do you have your dad's number?" Zhang Yang frowned.
"My dad?" Qiao Xier immediately realized who he meant. Her heart fluttered, but she scowled. "Stop taking advantage. Why do you need it?"
"I've got something to discuss."
"You? With my dad?" Qiao Xier blinked in disbelief.
"Of course." Zhang Yang held out his hand. "Number, please."
Though confused, Qiao Xier handed him her father's number.
Zhang Yang called Qiao Yunfeng right away.
Hearing Zhang Yang's voice, Qiao Yunfeng sounded surprised, even excited. "Has there been progress?"
"Progress" naturally referred to the fifth-generation single-crystal nickel-based superalloy production process and data. But Zhang Yang's Nuwa System points were still only eleven—he needed several dozen more.
"Not yet! But I promise I'll give you a complete plan within a week." Zhang Yang gritted his teeth. His body could handle it—forty points needed, twenty-nine short, about ten more missions. Spread out, it was doable.
"No rush. I can wait. But I doubt you called just to talk about that."
"Right." Zhang Yang glanced at Qiao Xier and lowered his voice. "Uncle, I'd like to meet you."
"Sure. I'm not returning to the capital until tomorrow anyway."
"Great. Then tonight." Zhang Yang hung up, looked at the puzzled Qiao Xier, and grinned. "Do I have something on my face?"
"No. Why're you meeting my dad?"
"Why?" Zhang Yang smiled faintly. "Qiao-jie, just wait and see the show."