If You Have Money, You’re the Boss

Li Qiao stared at Li Shaoquan with no expression, snatched the bananas from his hand, peeled one, and bit into it. She said coolly, "Have you secured your living expenses for this month yet?"

Li Shaoquan's expression froze. He stubbed out his cigarette, stood up straight, wiped his hands on his pants, and solemnly asked, "Boss, tell me, who do you want me to investigate?"

You couldn't really blame Li Shaoquan for being so spineless. Ever since he got addicted to the internet, Li Qiao's second uncle had been furious at his lack of ambition and cut off all his financial support.

For the past five or six years, all of Li Shaoquan's daily expenses had been funded by Li Qiao.

If you have money, you're the boss!

Li Qiao shot him a faint, amused glance, bit into the banana, and casually transferred half a million yuan to his account. "Shang Yu," she said.

Li Shaoquan sat down again, saw the incoming transfer on his phone, and grinned cheekily, "Thanks, Boss."

He quickly pulled up an internal search window on his computer and asked, "Which Yu is it?"

"The Yu from 'rich fragrance' (浓郁的郁)," Li Qiao said, thinking of Shang Yu's intense dark aura. She pressed her lips together slightly; even the banana in her mouth seemed to taste sweeter.

A flurry of typing followed.

After a while, Li Shaoquan lifted his head with a strange look, scratched his messy hair, and said, "I can't find this person. Are you sure you didn't get the name wrong?"

Li Qiao casually tossed the banana peel into the trash can, her bright, deer-like eyes gazing out the window. She said lightly, "Then try… Shang Shaoyan."

"Oh!"

Li Shaoquan entered two characters — then froze, staring at Li Qiao in shock. His voice tightened, "Shang Shaoyan… You mean that Shang Shaoyan?"

"Who else?" Li Qiao raised her brows slightly.

Li Shaoquan frowned, his expression turning serious, "This ancestor of Nanyang — did he mess with you?"

After a string of questions, Li Qiao's patience was wearing thin. She lazily glanced at Li Shaoquan, "What, you can't find him?"

Li Shaoquan felt personally attacked — his computer skills, insulted.

He snorted, said nothing more, and resumed typing furiously.

One minute passed.

Three minutes.

Five minutes…

The only sounds in the study were the rapid clacking of keys and Li Shaoquan's occasional mutters: "Huh? Hmm? Eh? What the f*ck…"

Listening to these confused sounds, Li Qiao guessed — he was probably failing.

Pathetic.

And he still wanted to join the Red Hacker Alliance? Dream on — cleaning toilets might suit him better.

After ten minutes, Li Qiao silently turned around, ready to leave.

Half a million yuan, and she had bought herself a big fat nothing.

Total loss.

Just then, Li Shaoquan suddenly howled like a wolf, smacking the desk and shouting at her, "I'm in! I'm in! Come look!"

Li Qiao paused mid-step, her eyes instantly lighting up.

She walked back over to him.

Li Shaoquan was already reading out loud to himself:

"Shang Shaoyan, ancestral home Parma, twenty-seven years old… What the f*ck—"

Li Qiao followed his shocked gaze to the computer screen — all the information had already been wiped clean.

Within just a few seconds, Li Shaoquan had been counter-hacked.

On the now blacked-out screen, only a large, red exclamation mark remained, along with a single word in English: WARNING!

This result didn't surprise Li Qiao at all.

She stared at the flashing red exclamation mark, the corners of her lips lifting into a knowing smile.

As expected — he's very mysterious.

Meanwhile, Li Shaoquan sat there dumbfounded, poking the keyboard and clicking the mouse — but there was no response at all.

Later, as Li Qiao stepped out the front door, she could still faintly hear Li Shaoquan's wail from upstairs in the study:

"Boss, my codes are gone —!