902: Chapter 897 Using Backdoors to Secure a Position?

He still couldn't figure it out.

That Shen Yan, who clearly only made software, how could he possess a power that seemed like alien technology?

Returning home, the lights were still warm.

His younger sister, Shen Ya, ran out of the kitchen wearing an apron, still holding a spatula.

"Brother! You're finally back! Quick, watch the news, you're practically a national hero right now!"

Youyou toddled over with her short legs and threw herself into Shen Yan's arms, calling him 'Dad' in a milky voice.

Shen Yan picked up his daughter and kissed her cheek.

"Dad went to fight monsters this time. Was Youyou good?"

"Youyou was very good! Youyou wants to fight monsters too!"

The whole family laughed.

Laughter echoed through the villa, dispelling all the gloom.

Looking at this scene, the blueprint for the massive commercial empire in Shen Yan's heart became even clearer.

What he needed to protect was not just this immense fortune.

But the hard-won sense of domestic warmth right before his eyes.

Whoever dared to touch his family, whoever dared to touch his company, would have an end far worse than Tianqiong Capital.

"Oh, right, husband."

Liu Hui helped Shen Yan take off his trench coat, as if she had suddenly remembered something.

"That neighbor, Grandma Liu, brought over a jar of her homemade pickles the day before yesterday, saying it was to thank you for treating her to barbecue last time."

"Also, she mentioned her grandson who is studying abroad is coming back soon, and she wanted to ask if he could secure a position at your company."

Shen Yan paused for a moment.

"Grandma Liu has a grandson?"

"Yes, apparently he's studying something like bio-engineering, and they say he's quite capable."

Shen Yan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

The system panel popped up again without any warning.

[Random Task Triggered: Recruit Grandma Liu's Grandson.]

[Intelligence Hint: This person will conquer the human lifespan gene lock in the future. Potential value: immeasurable.]

Shen Yan looked at the prompt and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It seemed even Heaven was helping him.

Or perhaps, the system was even more miraculous than he imagined.

"Alright then."

Shen Yan said to Liu Hui, his tone carrying a hint of anticipation.

"Tell him to come find me at the company tomorrow."

"Perfect timing, our Artificial Intelligence Center is lacking someone knowledgeable in biology."

It was late at night.

Shen Yan came to the study alone.

He opened his computer, and the screen still displayed that deep blue Mobius strip.

It was the logo of the 'titan one' that Guo Zhendong had brought back, and it had now become the core totem of the Shenyan Group's AI project.

The phone rang; it was Guo Zhendong calling.

"Boss, this batch of equipment has landed domestically. The newly selected location is an underground air-raid shelter in Jinghai City—absolutely concealed."

Guo Zhendong's voice sounded very excited; clearly, he hadn't recovered from the great victory yet.

"Additionally, while I was sorting through that pile of 'junk,' I discovered an encrypted hard drive."

"It seems to contain a list of the financial backers behind the 'titan Project' from twenty years ago."

Shen Yan's gaze instantly sharpened.

"Send it to me."

A file was transferred over.

Shen Yan clicked it open, his eyes sweeping over the names.

The cursor on the screen hovered over the folder named 'titan Embers' for a long time.

Shen Yan lit a cigarette, and wisps of pale blue smoke curled upwards in the dim light of the study.

With the crisp sound of a mouse click, the encrypted document, like an onion being peeled, revealed its pungent and stinging core.

Lines of names came into view.

Every single name was a resounding golden signboard in the business circles of Jinghai City, and even the entire country.

Ranking first was Qian Cheng, the 'Shipping King' who controlled the lifeline of southern sea transport.

Closely following him was Ma Weidu, who monopolized the import and export trade of rare metals.

There was even the media tycoon Sun Changhe, who usually talked about charity on television but actually controlled the flow of capital for half of the entertainment industry.

This was a network of connections potent enough to suffocate any reckless entrepreneur.

They were not just the financiers behind the failed 'titan Project' from twenty years ago.

They were the giant crocodiles currently entrenched in the nation's commercial map, sucking the marrow from countless small and medium-sized enterprises.

Shen Yan leaned back in his chair, tapping the desk intermittently with his fingers.

Due to the perfect hunt against Tianqiong Capital the previous night, his nerves were still in a strange state of excitement.

This list sent by Guo Zhendong was not a hot potato for him.

It was a treasure map.

Or rather, a roster of lambs ready for slaughter.

"Since you were willing to spend heavily for that semi-finished Artificial Intelligence back then,"

Shen Yan muttered to the empty air, his voice low, as if reciting some kind of spell.

"Then now that I have created the real finished product, Uncles and Elders, isn't it time for you to pay some tuition fees?"

The system panel seemed to understand his thoughts and abruptly popped up before his eyes.

It was a pale gold light visible only to Shen Yan.

[High-Value Commercial Intelligence Source Detected: titan Shareholder List.]

[tycoon system is analyzing list-associated assets...]

[Analysis Complete.]

[Chain Commercial Plunder Mission Triggered: Remnants of the Old Era.]

[Mission Description: Utilize the intelligence in hand and the computational advantage of titan one to acquire the resources needed for Shenyan Group's expansion from the targets on the list.]

[Currently, since the Host possesses 'Advanced Intelligence Authority,' the system will refresh a fatal weakness for one target individual daily for the Host.]

Shen Yan looked at the flashing text on the panel and fiercely ground out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

This system was simply born to take advantage of misfortune.

But he liked it.

At that moment, the study door was gently pushed open.

Liu Hui walked in carrying a cup of hot milk, her soft-soled slippers making almost no sound.

She was wearing a set of off-white loungewear, her hair casually pinned up at the back of her head, exuding a reassuringly gentle aura.

"Not asleep yet?"

Liu Hui placed the milk on the corner of the desk, avoiding the scattered documents.

"I just finished dealing with the media. I thought I'd come check on you."

Shen Yan turned around, the aggressive aura he possessed in the business world instantly vanishing completely.

He took Liu Hui's hand and had her sit on the armrest of his chair.

"Let the PR department handle these things in the future. You don't need to worry."

Shen Yan's voice was soft, carrying a hint of apology.

"That won't do. The questions those reporters asked were very tricky. If I don't keep an eye on them, I'm afraid they'll write nonsense."

Liu Hui smiled and straightened his collar, her gaze sweeping over the computer screen, but she didn't ask any more questions.

She was a smart woman who knew when to play dumb.

"Get some rest early. Grandma Liu's grandson is coming for an interview tomorrow; you need to be well-rested, don't you?"

Liu Hui patted his shoulder and left the study.

The moment the door closed, the warmth on Shen Yan's face receded like the tide.

He picked up his phone and dialed Chen Guangke's number.

Deafening music came from the other end of the line; clearly, the guy was celebrating today's victory.

"Brother Yan! Calling me now, are we ordering extra dishes?"