Ye Yuanshan's attack was like a leech attached to the bone. It did not stop because of Lin Feng's resistance, but became more intense instead.
The court's application for a pre-trial injunction regarding plagiarism was delayed indefinitely by Ye Yuanshan using his connections on the grounds that "the evidence still needs to be verified."
The key chain of evidence found by the technical team was questioned and refuted by the other party's powerful legal team on various technical grounds.
Under pressure from Ye Yuanshan's camp, the bank's attitude became increasingly tough, and letters demanding payment came in like snowflakes.
What is even more fatal is that the negative information about Fengqing Network on the Internet has become increasingly serious, and has even begun to affect Lin Feng personally, with sensational rumors such as "financial fraud" and "misappropriation of public funds" fabricated.
The partners who were originally on the sidelines completely cut off ties with us, and the few remaining small customers also terminated their contracts.
Fengqing Network’s stock price fell to the limit like an avalanche, and its market value evaporated completely.
The lights in the office are on all night.
Lin Feng and Shen Yunche were like two overloaded machines, running non-stop, trying to plug the leaking ship.
In a last-ditch effort of desperation, the technical team tried to develop a streamlined alternative engine in an attempt to fight back.
However, it is just a drop in the bucket.
Ye Yuanshan was like an experienced hunter, setting a tight net and patiently waiting for his prey to bleed to the last drop of blood.
He mobilized not only commercial means, but also the intricate power network and personal connections, forming an invisible giant net that trapped Fengqing Network and made it unable to move.
"Mr. Lin... Mr. Chen..." The CFO's voice sounded like a dream, his face was pale, and he was holding the last report in his hand.
"The last bit of money on the books...is only enough to pay...half of the employees' salaries...this month."
"Server rental fees, office rent... all due next Monday. The debts owed by suppliers... the legal department is piled with collection letters..."
He raised his head, his eyes full of despair: "We...we can't hold on any longer."
"The bank has issued an ultimatum. If we cannot repay the first 30 million yuan of principal due next Monday, they will immediately file for bankruptcy liquidation against us."
There was deathly silence in the office.
Outside the window, the night in the capital is still bright, and the lights of thousands of homes are like a galaxy of stars.
But this prosperous scene is incompatible with the office on the top floor of Fengqing Network, which is filled with an atmosphere of despair.
Shen Yunche leaned against the cold wall, his head tilted back, his eyes closed, his chest heaving violently, as if he was trying hard to suppress some emotion that was about to explode.
His face was full of resentment and anger, and his knuckles were clenched until they turned white.
Lin Feng slowly walked to the huge French window. His tired but still upright figure was reflected on the glass.
Outside the window is endless darkness and lights, and inside the window is a faint light that is about to go out.
He stretched out his hand and touched the cold glass with his fingertips, as if he could feel the cold pulse of this huge city.
The high spirits of the past...those scenes, like burnt out embers, flashed before my eyes quickly, and finally returned to a cold and dead silence.
"Bankruptcy liquidation..."
Lin Feng repeated these four words in a low voice. His voice sounded unusually clear and heavy in the empty and silent office.
Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the wreckage of Fengqing Network and also hitting his and Shen Yunche's hearts.
The brightly lit city was running silently beneath my feet, and the lights belonging to Fengqing Network were about to go out completely.
The story comes to an abrupt end on the edge of a cliff, with the countdown to bankruptcy liquidation.
The wind and snow never seem to stop
The countdown to bankruptcy liquidation is ticking, hitting everyone's nerve endings.
Shen Yunche leaned against the cold glass curtain wall, staring out the window at the bright but distant city lights with empty eyes. The light could not reach the abyss in his eyes.
Most of the core members of the technical department have left, and the few who remain are like zombies, staring at the screen in a daze.
The Legal Department is piled high with debt collection letters and court summonses, like cold tombstones.
After the CFO finished reporting the pitiful financial situation, he felt as if his spine had been pulled out. He slumped in his chair, crying silently.
Lin Feng sat behind a large desk. The desktop was empty except for a laptop with a dim screen.
He lowered his head and crossed his hands to support his forehead, his knuckles turning white from the effort.
The faint light coming in from the window outlined his tough yet tired silhouette.
"Lin Feng..." Shen Yunche's voice was dry and hoarse, breaking the silence.
"...There is no way out. Fengqing...is going to die." Every word sounded like a saw, cutting her throat.
Lin Feng didn't look up, but his hand on the table trembled almost imperceptibly.
How could he not know? Ye Yuanshan's net was too tight and too absolute, leaving no gaps.
At the moment when the suffocating despair almost crushed the two of them completely——
"bite!"
The screen of Lin Feng's personal mobile phone placed on the table suddenly lit up.
The faint light seemed particularly dazzling in the dim office.
It was an encrypted text message from an unknown number, with only a short line of text:
To：LinFeng.From：W.Cloud storage.
Key: Your birthday.
Lin Feng turned on the computer in a strange way, and Shen Yunche also noticed Lin Feng's abnormality, approached him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lin Feng did not answer, but quickly turned on the computer with a slight tremor in his fingers that he could hardly suppress.
Enter that number as the key.
The progress bar reads quickly.
An encrypted compressed package suddenly appeared on the screen.
Lin Feng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and Shen Yunche almost held his breath.
Lin Feng clicked on the compressed package.
There are no lengthy instructions, just a few folders with shockingly clear names:
Kidnapping - Original Recording
Kidnapping Case-Money Flow
Kidnapping Case-Communication Records
Ye Linyun-Background Check
Ye Yuanshan-Related Evidence Chain
Kidnapping?!
Lin Feng's pupils suddenly shrank into needle tips!
A long-forgotten event suddenly surfaced—the kidnapping of Xiao Qingya!
He clicked on the first folder titled "Original Recordings".
There was only one audio file in it, marked with the date - it was exactly three days before Xiao Qingya disappeared!
Lin Feng clicked the play button with trembling fingers.
After a burst of rustling background noise, a male voice that Lin Feng was very familiar with came out clearly:
"Linyun, the Xiao family has been causing some trouble lately. That old fox Xiao Yunhe! Deal with it cleanly and quickly. Don't leave any tails."
Then, a young, yet equally cold, female voice sounded:
"I understand. It's not convenient for outsiders to know about my father's matter."
"Huh, how old were you when I worked with your father?" another male voice sounded.
“Yun Che, don’t you think this voice sounds familiar?” Lin Feng tapped the table with his index finger.
"That bastard Zhao Li?" Shen Yunche asked with some uncertainty.
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