Xu's Pharmaceuticals.
The researchers were all at the company doing their daily work when they received the order to assemble. Everyone headed to the company's main hall.
Xu Mu was sitting on the second floor at this moment, looking down at the crowd below.
"President, everyone is here."
The manager here immediately went before Xu Ningbing and reported respectfully.
Xu Ningbing nodded, then stood up and walked to the front. Her icy gaze swept over everyone present.
"How has Xu's Pharmaceuticals treated you all as employees?"
Xu Ningbing looked at the crowd, her tone cold. "Don't just talk about our Jiang City; even including Tongyang City, or the entire Jiangbei region—in other pharmaceutical companies, for the same positions, does their annual salary even match your year-end bonus here?"
The people gathered there began murmuring softly upon hearing this.
Most of them didn't know what had happened to make the president so angry.
But there was no denying that what Xu Ningbing said was true. Even the ordinary researchers here earned salaries comparable to management at other pharmaceutical companies.
Xu Mu, observing from the second floor, couldn't help but mutter, "Sister is so fierce."
"Wang Weiliang, step forward!"
Xu Ningbing looked at the old man standing at the very front.
Wang Weiliang nodded, took out his phone, and gestured for everyone to look at the large screen beside the hall.
It showed a phone recording. On the screen, the computer in the company's core room was operating by itself, clearly under remote control.
"After work yesterday, I suddenly wanted to look up some information and found our computer moving on its own. It was obviously infected with a virus."
Wang Weiliang looked around at everyone. "Someone was stealing our data."
Hearing this, the many employees erupted in an uproar. No wonder the president was so angry.
Zhong Qianqian's face couldn't help but turn ugly. She had been too impatient; she should have known to steal the data in the early morning hours.
She had thought that after work, with the door locked, no one would enter.
And the camera in the room was pointed at the door, not at the screen.
She only needed ten or twenty minutes to get the data out. She never expected that in such a short time, someone would happen to discover it.
"Last night, I had my hacker friend look into it. Someone implanted a virus into the computer. After work hours, it was remotely activated via the network to turn on the computer and steal data."
Xu Ningbing continued, "My friend told me this virus wasn't introduced over the network; it was implanted directly on that computer."
Hearing this, Zhong Qianqian thought to herself that things were looking bad.
"Alright, everyone who entered the core computer room yesterday, step forward."
Xu Ningbing addressed the crowd.
"Come stand over here. After all, I went in too."
Wang Weiliang said to everyone.
Ye Tong went over first, followed by two men and two women. Finally, Zhong Qianqian also walked over.
"My friend said the virus was implanted yesterday, so the traitor is among you seven."
Xu Ningbing looked at these few people. "First, we can rule out Wang Weiliang. He's the chief designer; he already knows everything. No need to steal it."
Wang Weiliang looked at the remaining six people. "That means it's among you six."
Ye Tong and the others all involuntarily looked at Zhong Qianqian.
After all, she was the newcomer who had only just gained access to the computer room yesterday.
"It wasn't me! I just got access to the computer room yesterday. I couldn't be that stupid to steal data on the very first day I entered, could I?"
Zhong Qianqian said, her face pale.
"I will definitely continue the investigation. In any case, the traitor is destined for prison."
Xu Ningbing then looked at the remaining crowd. "Members of the Quality Inspection Department, step out."
The head of the inspection department, Cui Xia, suddenly turned pale, but immediately took a deep breath and returned to normal.
She led her department members as they all stepped forward.
"Cui Xia, you're the supervisor. Haven't you noticed that two people are missing?"
Xu Ningbing stared at Cui Xia and asked.
Cui Xia nodded. "They didn't ask for leave."
"That's because they've been arrested. They leaked the production process of our Yang Energy Pill."
Xu Ningbing looked at Cui Xia and said, "I believe it won't be long before they reveal who was behind stealing the production process."
Zhong Qianqian, watching Cui Xia's nervous expression at this moment, thought to herself, "Could it be her?"
"Dismissed. We will continue the investigation."
Xu Ningbing said to everyone.
The crowd dispersed, but only two people felt their hearts were practically in their throats.
A short while later, Xu Ningbing and Ye Tong went up to the second floor.
Xu Mu smiled and went up to meet them. He gave Xu Ningbing a thumbs-up. "So fierce. Even I was scared watching."
Xu Ningbing didn't say anything, just suddenly elbowed Xu Mu.
Xu Mu, having anticipated it, immediately stepped back to dodge.
Ye Tong, standing to the side, covered her mouth and laughed.
"What do we do next?"
Xu Mu asked, looking at Xu Ningbing.
"I've spoken to this extent. Do you think they'll just sit back and wait to be caught?"
Xu Ningbing said calmly. "They will definitely run. When that happens, I'll have someone send a message in the group chat. Then won't both of them realize it was the other who stole the data?"
Xu Mu nodded to himself in agreement. "Brilliant! They always say women with big breasts have no brains, but that's obviously nonsense. My sister here is proof..."
Thud!
Before Xu Mu could finish, Xu Ningbing delivered another elbow strike to his stomach. "Shut up!"
Xu Mu and the others waited in the office. During this time, he sent a message to Zhang Kaijie, instructing him to wait for Zhong Qianqian at the company entrance.
When the lunch hour arrived, all the employees clocked out to eat.
Not long after, Xu Ningbing's phone rang. She glanced at the message and said to Xu Mu, "Those two have run."
"Good. Leave the rest to me."
Xu Mu immediately stood up and left.
...
Cui Xia pretended to go out for lunch. Not daring to take her own car, she immediately hailed a taxi and left.
Zhong Qianqian was the same; she had no desire to go to prison. A life without a computer would drive her insane.
Roughly half an hour later, both their phones chimed simultaneously.
They each took out their phones to look. It was Wang Weiliang @-ing them both in a group chat, asking where they had gone.
Even a fool would realize what the other person was by now, both Zhong Qianqian and Cui Xia.
After getting out of the taxi, Cui Xia immediately made a call. "Hello, Mr. Fang Chu!"
"Miss Cui, did you obtain the formula?"
Fang Chu's voice came through from the other end.
"I've been exposed! I don't care! You need to pay more! I don't want to go to jail; I want to go abroad!"
Cui Xia's voice trembled.
"Miss Cui, isn't this just taking advantage of the situation?"
Fang Chu laughed on the other end.
"Although I don't have the formula, I know who took it! Zhong Qianqian. I have her information here."
Cui Xia said quickly.
...
Meanwhile, Zhong Qianqian was also reporting to Xiao Ran, giving up Cui Xia's name and sending her information over.
Xiao Ran's voice came through, "Don't worry. I'll send someone right away to take you abroad to lay low."
"Okay."
The moment Zhong Qianqian hung up, she felt a heavy blow to her neck and blacked out on the spot.

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