A few hours earlier, he was deliberately attacked on his way to Singapore.
The other party was ruthless and each move was deadly; they were clearly aiming to silence him.
If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, and if the driver hadn't risked his life to cover him, he probably would have perished on the way.
We cannot delay; we must deliver the critical information as soon as possible.
He struggled to push open the car door, the intense pain causing his vision to blur.
“Director…I’m still alive…” He took out his encrypted phone and dialed the number of Qihang’s technical director, his voice weak and urgent.
"Sihaitong's network... has a backdoor... I found it... but... they noticed it..."
"Where is he?!" The technical director's voice on the other end of the phone was filled with extreme shock and anxiety.
"I'll send you the coordinates... quick..."
Before he could finish speaking, the phone slipped from his weak hand.
He leaned against the cold car door, his consciousness gradually fading.
Who was the attacker? Tang Zhong? Or...?
Qihang Technology Headquarters, Technology Department.
The CTO stared at the flashing coordinates and the unfinished sentence on his phone screen, his heart nearly stopping.
The "mole" found the back door! But he was also exposed!
This should have been the key information to turn the tide!
He immediately sent the coordinates to the security team in Singapore, his voice trembling with excitement: "Find 'The Mole' at all costs! Ensure his safety! Now!"
However, when security personnel located the damaged car based on the coordinates, they only found the empty driver's seat and bloodstains remaining in the back seat.
The "mole" has disappeared.
The on-site investigation revealed signs of a fierce struggle.
A few drops of blood, not belonging to the "mole," pointed to a nearby sewer entrance.
"Reporting to headquarters, the target is missing. He is suspected to have been taken away by unidentified individuals. There are signs of a struggle at the scene."
The technical director slumped into his chair, and everything went black.
I'm late.
We were too late after all.
The key figure who could have opened up the situation and even potentially secured Lin's position went missing at the last minute.
The person who attacked him was too fast and too ruthless.
Hope was completely shattered.
The door to the top-floor conference room opened silently.
Several senior executives walked out with somber expressions, barely exchanging words with each other.
They argued all night but ultimately failed to reach an agreement.
Using state power is too risky; it could have far-reaching consequences.
Conventional methods, however, seem so pale and powerless, unable to quench immediate thirst.
The meeting ended unhappily.
Everyone's face was etched with exhaustion and anxiety, as well as a deep sense of powerlessness.
The executive director was the last to leave.
He stood in the center of the empty conference room, gazing at the deep night outside the window, his back view appearing particularly desolate.
Lin Fan... what should we do?
This young man carries too many hopes and shoulders too heavy a burden.
Now that he is imprisoned, the entire startup seems to have lost its backbone.
The executive director picked up the internal phone on the table and connected with his secretary.
"Prepare a detailed assessment report on the importance of Qihang Technology to the national chip strategy."
"Also, make an appointment for me... never mind, I'll do it myself."
He hung up the phone, his finger hovering over another number, not pressing it for a long time.
That was a number that led directly to the highest level.
Pressing it means setting sail, pushing Lin Fan completely into the turbulent center of international politics.
This move should only be made as a last resort.
But now, is this considered a last resort?
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The air was thick with the smells of tobacco and caffeine, along with a lingering sense of anxiety.
Meanwhile, in Kyoto.
The Ye family mansion was brightly lit.
Ye Yuyan, wearing only a thin nightgown, paced back and forth barefoot in the living room.
Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were bloodshot, and her once smooth long hair was somewhat disheveled.
She clutched her phone tightly in her hand, the screen lighting up and dimming again and again.
No news.
There is still no news about Lin Fan.
Ever since she learned that Lin Fan had been detained in Singapore, she has been unable to sleep peacefully.
Every minute and every second was torture.
In Singapore, where he was unfamiliar with the place and the people, Si Hai Tong was a local bigwig.
What will Lin Fan encounter if he's there alone?
What will that old fox Tang Zhong do to him?
She dared not think any further.
My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.
She felt like she was going crazy.
She had to do something; she couldn't just sit and wait.
Ye Yuyan took a deep breath, a resolute glint in her eyes.
She walked briskly towards the study.
The study door was ajar, and warm light shone from inside.
Ye Zhengxiong had not yet rested and was sitting behind his desk processing documents.
Hearing hurried footsteps, he looked up and saw his daughter rushing in, and he couldn't help but frown.
"Yu Yan? Why aren't you asleep yet, it's so late?"
"Dad!" Ye Yuyan's voice was choked with sobs, and tears welled up instantly.
She rushed to the desk, braced her hands on the surface, her body trembling slightly with excitement.
"Lin Fan is in trouble! He's been detained in Singapore by the Sihaitong people!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Zhengxiong's expression changed drastically.
He put down his pen, his eyes sharpening.
"Tell me slowly, what happened?"
Ye Yuyan quickly recounted what she knew, albeit incoherently.
In a business dispute, Lin Fan's equipment was seized. He went to negotiate in person, but the other party then used despicable means to restrict his personal freedom.
She became more and more emotional as she spoke, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
“Dad, Sihaitong has a lot of influence in Singapore, and Qihang’s people can’t really operate there! Tang Zhong is ruthless, I’m afraid… I’m afraid of Lin Fan…”
She choked up and couldn't continue.
Seeing his daughter so distraught and tearful, Ye Zhengxiong's heart ached.
He knew Lin Fan; he was an extremely outstanding and proud young man.
He also knew Tang Zhong, a veteran tycoon in Singapore's ports, who acted domineeringly and was both righteous and wicked.
Lin Fan's fate was indeed grim once he fell into his hands.
The daughter's worries were not unfounded.
This matter has gone beyond the realm of mere business.
"Dad, you have to help him! Only you can help him!" Ye Yuyan grabbed her father's arm and shook it hard, her voice full of pleading.
"I know this might be troublesome, it might involve a lot of things... but Lin Fan can't be hurt! Absolutely not!"
Ye Zhengxiong looked at his daughter's red eyes and felt the trembling and coldness in her hands.
His brows were furrowed.
Given his status and position, his involvement in foreign business disputes, and even the possibility of illegal detention, would have a significant impact.
A slight misstep could trigger diplomatic problems.
He understood the risks and stakes involved better than anyone else.
But that was his son-in-law, the young man he favored, and the apple of his beloved daughter's eye.
How could he possibly sit idly by and do nothing?
Ye Zhengxiong remained silent for a moment, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He gently patted his daughter's hand, his voice low but carrying an undeniable strength.
"Don't worry, Yu Yan."
"Dad knows."
"Lin Fan will be fine."
A promise is as heavy as Mount Tai.
Looking into her father's determined eyes, Ye Yuyan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally eased a little.
She knew that if her father agreed, he would use all his power to solve the problem.
Although the road ahead is still unknown, at least she is no longer fighting alone.
Ye Zhengxiong picked up another red phone on the table and dialed a number.
The call was answered quickly.
"Old friend, it's me." His voice regained its usual calmness.
"There's something I need your help with."
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