847: Chapter 842 Waiting for News?

The autumn rain in Jinghai came somewhat suddenly, drumming against the floor-to-ceiling windows with a crackling sound, as if beating a side drum for the “deep blue myth” that was currently soaring in the Jinghai.

In these three months, Shen Yan's name became both a taboo and a totem in Jinghai's business world.

The launch of the asking heaven Artificial Intelligence system was like a catfish thrown into a stagnant sardine can, stirring up the previously stable internet landscape into a chaotic mess.

Those shareholders who once wanted to see Shen Yan fail could now only watch helplessly as the stock price K-line chart showed an exaggerated “L” shaped reversal—of course, the kind where the L is written upside down.

Sitting in a spacious leather boss chair, Shen Yan wasn't holding a wine glass for show; instead, he was clutching a baby bottle that had long since gone cold.

It was what his youngest son, Shen An, had left over.

When Liu Hui pushed the door open, this was the scene she saw.

This man, who was decisive in the business world and struck fear into his competitors, was frowning as he studied the markings on the nipple.

"Why aren't you resting yet?"

Liu Hui's voice was soft. She draped a thick trench coat over Shen Yan's shoulders, her movements so practiced it was as if she had done it thousands of times.

"Waiting for news."

Shen Yan put down the baby bottle and naturally held his wife's hand. The warmth from her palm slightly relaxed his tense nerves.

He was indeed waiting for news, but not the company's financial report. It was for the long-silent roulette wheel in his mind.

Ever since asking heaven went online, the system seemed to have entered a dormant phase. It wasn't until ten minutes ago that the familiar golden exclamation mark pulsed again.

[advanced wealth intelligence refreshed.]

[Coordinates: M Country, Saint Lodu, Hossen Avenue 117.]

[Target Item: Herman Weil's relic - 'samp' original solution sample.]

[Intelligence Rating: S-class (involves core biological gene lock technology).]

[Validity: 48 hours.]

Shen Yan's pupils contracted slightly.

Biotechnology.

This was a field more capital-intensive and even crazier than Artificial Intelligence. If AI was an extension of the human brain, then biotechnology was the key to God's forbidden zone.

"Huihui, help me pack my luggage."

Shen Yan stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the dark, rainy night. His reflection in the glass appeared somewhat profound.

Liu Hui was stunned for a moment. She didn't ask why, nor where he was going, just nodded gently.

"How long will you be gone?"

"Three days at the fastest, a week at the slowest."

Shen Yan turned around and kissed Liu Hui's forehead, where there was a faint scent of lavender.

"When I come back this time, we'll move. To that villa in Xishan. I've also arranged for Grandma Liu to be picked up. It's too noisy here."

Liu Hui smiled, happiness hidden in the fine lines around her eyes. She knew her husband was indirectly telling her that another large sum of money was coming into the family.

Only Chen Guangke knew that Shen Yan's trip this time was not for any business inspection.

When the gulfstream g650 tore through the clouds and landed at Saint Lodu International Airport, it was dusk local time.

The golden-red sunlight dyed this Jinghai, built on money and sin, like a glass of aged bourbon whiskey.

Chen Guangke followed behind Shen Yan, dragging two huge silver metal cases, chewing betel nut with a look of displeasure.

"Brother Yan, aren't we being too low-key? We just called an online ride-hailing car?"

He pointed at the slightly paint-chipped Chevrolet by the roadside. The driver, a bearded Mexican uncle, was leaning against the car door, smoking.

Shen Yan ignored him, merely adjusting his cufflinks. It was the shirt Liu Hui had ironed for him before he left.

"This is Saint Lodu, not Jinghai. Being low-key can save a lot of trouble."

"Besides, the people picking us up have already arrived."

No sooner had Shen Yan finished speaking than a commotion suddenly erupted from the VIP channel in the distance.

The online ride-hailing driver's cigarette butt fell to the ground, his eyes nearly popping out.

A line of black Cadillac Presidential Ones, like a moving steel wall, completely ignored the airport's traffic control and forcefully parked by the roadside.

The car doors opened in unison.

Out stepped not bodyguards, but a group of powerful-looking white and black men in expensive custom suits.

The man leading them, about twenty years old, had blonde hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and wore a dark grey double-breasted overcoat, leaning on a ruby-encrusted cane.

The surrounding passengers quickly gave way, and some even took out their phones but dared not take pictures.

Because the car's license plate was engraved with a golden family crest—a griffin biting a short sword.

Hosen Family.

In Saint Lodu, this surname signified absolute power and underground order, even more effective than the mayor of the Jinghai hall.

The man feared by countless people, the moment he saw Shen Yan, a smile suddenly bloomed on his cold, marble-sculpted face.

That smile was pure, even carrying a hint of eagerness to please, like a child who scored full marks and was waiting for praise from a parent.

He quickly walked forward, directly pushing aside the airport security who tried to stop him.

Then, in full view of everyone, he bowed deeply to Shen Yan.

A standard 90-degree bow.

"Teacher, you've finally arrived."

The Chinese was a bit clumsy, but the reverence in it was thick and undeniable.

Chen Guangke nearly swallowed his betel nut. He stared wide-eyed at the blonde man, never expecting that the crybaby Kevin from back then had now become the head of the Hosen Family.

Shen Yan looked at the powerful man before him and patted his shoulder, his action as casual as if he were patting his own younger brother.

"You've grown taller and stronger."

Kevin Hossen straightened up, his eyes a little red, but he quickly composed himself and made a gesture to invite them forward.

"Teacher, let's talk in the car. Tonight, I've prepared the finest welcome banquet for you."

The line of Cadillacs, like black dragons, carried Shen Yan towards Saint Lodu's most luxurious wealthy district.

Inside the car, Kevin personally poured Shen Yan a priceless glass of Romanée-Conti.

"Teacher, are you here for business this time?"

Kevin asked tentatively. He knew Shen Yan's capabilities and even more so that Shen Yan never did anything in vain.

"Something like that."

Shen Yan swirled his wine glass, looking at the fleeting night scenery outside the window.

"I'm looking for something at Hossen Avenue 117."

Upon hearing the address, Kevin's hand trembled slightly, and a few drops of red wine spilled onto his white gloves.

"That's... 'Madman' Herman's old residence?"

Kevin's expression turned a bit strange.

"That place has been sealed off for a long time. There's a judicial auction tomorrow, but..."

"But what?"

"But that place is on the border between the slums and the wealthy district. It's rumored to be haunted, and Herman was an extreme biologist during his lifetime. His cause of death was also very suspicious, and the area has been designated a biochemical contamination zone."