Chapter 751

Six months later.

The capital, the CBD core district, the top floor of National Fortune Technology's headquarters building.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the general manager's office lay the bustling city skyline. Lin Dongfan stood by the window, holding a quarterly financial report, his brow slightly furrowed.

National Fortune Technology, a joint venture between Upright Passage Group and a certain state-owned enterprise, has officially commenced operations.

Also "National Fortune Technology" appears again; we will translate it as "National Fortune Technology".

As general manager, Lin Dongfan devoted almost all his energy to the new company's business integration, talent recruitment, and technical breakthroughs.

The development of the lithography machine entered a critical stage, with money burning like water every day and immense pressure.

"Lin Zong, this is the agenda for this afternoon's meeting." The secretary knocked and entered, placing the documents on the desk, and added: "By the way, your wife just called, saying she wants to have dinner with you tonight."

Lin Dongfan glanced at the time; it was four in the afternoon.

"I got it." He nodded: "Please handle my evening social engagements."

The secretary was surprised—tonight's appointment was with a leader from a certain ministry, very important. But seeing Lin Dongfan's unquestionable gaze, she still replied "Yes" and left.

Lin Dongfan picked up his phone and sent Chu Lingxi a WeChat message: "Six o'clock, usual place."

Chu Lingxi replied almost instantly: "Hehe! Honey, you got off work so early today? (happy spinning emoticon)"

Looking at that silly emoticon pack, Lin Dongfan couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth into a faint smile. He had been so busy these past six months that he had indeed spent far less time with her.

At half past six in the evening, in a private room of a French restaurant.

Chu Lingxi had arrived early, busy on her phone, brows furrowed, not noticing Lin Dongfan enter.

"What are you looking at, so engrossed?" Lin Dongfan sat down opposite her.

Chu Lingxi jumped, hurriedly turned off her phone screen, and forced an awkward smile: "No, nothing... honey, you're here."

Her eyes flickered, and her smile looked somewhat unnatural.

Lin Dongfan knew her too well; this was clearly a guilty expression, her acting skills terrible.

"Come on, what trouble have you gotten into now?"

Lin Dongfan took the menu, casually asking while glancing at it.

"I didn't cause any trouble..." Chu Lingxi muttered weakly, listless: "It's just... my luck has been terrible lately; nothing goes right."

"What exactly is going wrong with your luck?" Lin Dongfan said pointedly: "Tell me, I'll help you bear it."

"Never mind, I can handle it myself. Let's order."

Chu Lingxi deliberately avoided the topic and began ordering seriously.

Lin Dongfan didn't press further.

At a glance it was clear that Sha Bai Tian had definitely encountered some embarrassing "loss of face" incident; otherwise, given her personality, she wouldn't keep it bottled up.

Meanwhile, while she went to the restroom, Lin Dongfan picked up her phone to investigate.

"If you don't check, you won't know; but once you do, you'll be shocked!"

Sha Bai Tian had actually plunged into the stock market, sinking all her private savings into it—a full two million.

On the first day, she was already deep in the red by nine percent.

She lost 180,000.

No wonder she felt listless and nothing tasted good.

Her foray into the stock market was influenced by her best friend Ai Meijia.

Ai Meijia had once worked as an actress at the entertainment subsidiary of Mortal Group, appearing in several dramas without gaining fame. Last year she met her Prince Charming, quit the entertainment industry altogether, and married that rich second-generation heir.

But the good times didn't last; their marriage lasted less than a year before ending hastily.

She confided in Chu Lingxi:

"Men are all pigs' trotters, none of them good."

"Lingxi, you need to be sharp, don't end up like me."

"Let me tell you, women cannot be housewives no matter what they do. No matter how much you give, in those pigs' trotters' eyes you're just a parasite. In their view, whoever makes money is the big boss."

"Exactly, we must have independent livelihoods and must achieve financial freedom!"

…… (ellipsis) No named.

The chat logs in the best friend group ran to over a thousand entries.

Everyone chatted back and forth.

The group collectively cursed the pigs' trotters.

Seeing this, Lin Dongfan broke into a cold sweat; in the eyes of those "resentful women," all men in the world were as black as crows.

Under the "thought cleansing" of those resentful women, Sha Bai Tian poured all her private savings into the stock market, hoping to become a financially independent woman who didn't need to rely on her husband's handouts.

The result was that she was left feeling hopeless.

Seeing Sha Bai Tian return from the restroom, Lin Dongfan hastily put her phone back where he found it, pretending he hadn't looked at anything.

Lin Dongfan offered a faint smile: "Honey, I haven't had time to take you shopping for clothes lately; I'll transfer two million to you later so you can plan how to use it."

He had intended to use the money to console her loss-aversion mindset.

But she stubbornly retorted: "Honey, you always spoil me like this, making me feel... like a parasite that survives only by dependence. Can't you let me strive on my own?"

Lin Dongfan saw through her but didn't expose it, smiling: "Then how do you want to strive?"

"That's none of your business; I can handle it." Originally low-spirited, Chu Lingxi suddenly gave Lin Dongfan a playful smile: "Honey, do you believe I have the ability to live independently?"

"Of course I do; in my heart you'll always be the best."

Lin Dongfan raised his wine glass, clinked it cheerfully with Chu Lingxi's, the emotional value perfectly delivered—just a few words eased her gloom.

The next morning at ten o'clock, Lin Dongfan opened the stock market software at the company.

Only the stock that Sha Bai Tian had bought—Heavenly Universe Technology—was still languishing underwater, struggling to rise; it was easy to imagine that at this moment she was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Lin Dongfan immediately called Yu Youwei: "Push Heavenly Universe Technology to the upper limit."

Yu Youwei on the other end of the phone was clearly a little startled, her reply tinged with doubt: "President Lin, does Tianyu Technology have any business dealings with us?"

"No relation, it's my wife who bought Heavenly Universe Technology, letting her profit and exit." Lin Dongfan spoke bluntly.

Yu Youwei instantly understood the maniac's protective-wife psychology: "General Manager Lin, rest assured, I know what to do." After hanging up the phone, less than half an hour later, Heavenly Universe Technology directly hit the limit-up.

Seeing his own masterpiece, Lin Dongfan beamed with joy.

Hastily opened the alternate account lurking in Chu Lingxi's best friend group, checked the situation, originally thought today would be Shabaitian's shining moment.

Unexpectedly, Shabaitian complained in the group: "I'm so angry, I originally wanted to do T to lower cost, but didn't expect the market manipulator to go straight to the limit-up, scared me into quickly buying back, cost rose from 11 to 12."

"!!!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Dongfan rested his hand on his forehead, speechless.

He pondered for a moment.

Lin Dongfan called Yu Youwei again: "My wife's holding cost has become 12, after tomorrow's opening, within three minutes push to the limit-up, don't give her a chance to do T."