Chapter 284: Youngest Shareholder·Company Goes Public

When the lights came on, Zhao Xing was staring at the big screen.

Three people stood on the stage, wearing uniform dark suits, their ties perfectly knotted. Zhao Chen glanced at his watch; the time was just right, ten seconds to nine sharp.

The audience below was full of people; the front row were investors, holding folders, some flipping through documents, some speaking softly. A man in a gray suit raised a champagne bottle, bubbles still rising from the neck; he looked up at the three children and said, voice neither loud nor soft: "Is this really legal? Ten years old as a shareholder, can they sign contracts?"

No one answered him.

Sha Zhu's son walked onto the stage, holding a wooden mallet, and stood before the bell. He glanced back at the triplets, smiled slightly, then turned to face the big screen.

"Future Wing Technology Co., Ltd. is officially going public today." He said, "Stock code:."

As his words fell, the bell rang.

Dong—

The screen instantly jumped, the stock price numbers surged upward, the red arrow pulled to the max. Someone let out a low exclamation, the pen in their hand dropping onto the table.

Zhao Yang stood still, his eyes scanning the data stream on the screen. He knew that at this second, the entire market's trading system was processing the same code. He knew that at this moment, they were no longer the children secretly tinkering with circuits in the laboratory.

Zhao Chen turned his head, looking toward the man who had raised the champagne.

"All the documents we signed have been reviewed by lawyers and filed in the exchange's system." He said, "If you don't believe me, you can check right now."

The man opened his mouth, then said nothing more. He lowered his head and flipped open the shareholding structure table in his hand; his finger stopped at the "individual shareholders" column, where three names were clearly written, ages marked as ten, and their combined shareholding totaled twenty-three percent.

He closed the document and slowly set down the champagne.

Flashbulbs began to go off, the click-click sounds blending into a continuous rhythm. Reporters crowded outside the barrier, lenses aimed at the triplets' faces. Someone shouted, "Zhao Xing! Look this way!" Another shouted, "Zhao Chen! Will you be running the company from now on?"

No one responded.

They simply stood shoulder to shoulder, just as they had countless times before. Zhao Xing's mouth had a slight curve—not a smile, not exactly stern, just there.

Sha Zhu's son picked up the microphone, his voice a little shaky.

"Many people ask me who developed this company's core technology." He said, "I'm not afraid to tell the truth: it was when I was frying dough sticks in my kitchen, and these three kids happened to pass by, casually helping me adjust the stove's temperature control."

Someone in the audience laughed.

"But what they changed wasn't the stove; it was the underlying logic of the entire system." He continued, "Without them, there would be no 'Future Wing'."

Applause broke out.

Zhao Xing lifted his eyes to the big screen; the stock price was still rising, already forty-seven percent above the issue price. He knew what that meant. He also knew that some people were staring at this K-line chart, trying to find loopholes, trying to find their weaknesses.

But he wasn't afraid.

Because this time, they had nothing to hide.

Zhao Yang suddenly moved. He pulled a small device from his pocket and pressed the button. It was a signal tracker he himself had made, capable of detecting whether any abnormal data was being uploaded nearby. The screen flashed—a connection request was intercepted, its source a certain overseas IP, disguised as a financial media live stream.

He made no sound, just lightly touching Zhao Chen's wrist.

Zhao Chen nodded, silently slipping his hand into his suit's inner pocket and turning off his personal recorder. He knew there were ears listening, but now was not the time to deal with it.

Sha Zhu's son was still speaking.

"I know everyone is concerned about one question." He said, "Three kids, how could they hold so many shares? I'll tell you, it wasn't given by me; they earned it themselves. The first patent contract was signed when they were eight. The second was for repairing the city's broken network mainline system last year. The third..."

He paused, then laughed.

"It was they who saved my life. That day the boiler exploded, fire shooting up to the third floor; Zhao Xing remotely shut off the main gas valve, Zhao Chen designed an escape route model, and Zhao Yang hacked into the fire protection system to give an early warning."

The audience fell silent for a moment.

Then someone clapped, followed by a second, a third, and finally the whole venue rose to their feet.

Zhao Xing still didn't move.

He knew these words weren't meant for him to hear. They were for those still doubting. He knew that from today on, no one would ask, "What do children know?" but instead, "What will these three kids do next?"

Just then, a commotion arose behind the crowd.

A silver-white robot wobbled its way in, an electronic plate on its head flashing red characters: "Seeking sponsorship."

Security immediately rushed over, one person grabbing a mechanical arm and lifting it off the ground. The robot struggled twice, the screen flickered, and changed to a new line: "Next time bring a contract."

The whole venue burst into laughter.

Zhao Xing finally laughed, this time a genuine laugh. He glanced at the robot being dragged away, thinking Xu Da Mao really wouldn't give up.

Sha Zhu's son also laughed out loud, speaking into the microphone: "Looks like our company's reputation isn't small—even robots want to buy in."

Applause rang out again.

Zhao Yang lowered his eyes to the terminal on his wrist; that overseas IP from earlier was still trying to connect, but had already been automatically blacklisted. He knew this was just the beginning—later, more people would try to poach their technology, bring them down, or buy them out.

But he also knew they were no longer in the shadows.

They were in the light.

The system prompt suddenly sounded.

【Creating a business miracle, reward: 【Financial Specialization】】

All three heard it at the same time.

Zhao Chen closed his eyes, then opened them; his gaze grew deeper. He knew what this meant—going forward, reading financial statements, analyzing markets, responding to short selling would no longer be difficult. They could see through the traps behind every contract and predict the causes of every stock price fluctuation.

Sha Zhu's son stepped down from the stage and ran straight to the triplets. He said nothing, first giving each a hug.

"Dividends will be in the account tomorrow." He said, "Not a single cent less."

Zhao Xing nodded.

"Thank you." He said.

This wasn't mere politeness; it was acknowledgment. They had helped him, and he also acknowledged this favor.

Investors began walking over, holding business cards, smiles on their faces. The man in the gray suit also came over, now holding an additional document.

"Our fund wants to apply for an advisory seat." He said, "No field restrictions, no time limits, as long as you're willing to guide."

Zhao Chen took the document, glanced at it, and passed it to Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang scanned the clauses and discovered a hidden agreement stating, "Can preferentially obtain unpublished technology roadmaps." He didn't call it out, only saying, "We'll wait for notice."

The man nodded, not asking further.

He knows, now is not the time to negotiate terms. They are picking people, not people picking them.

The flashlight is still flashing.

A female reporter pushed to the front, holding a microphone and asked: "Triplets! What do you plan to do next? Will you continue to participate in technological R&D?"

Zhao Xing looked at her, not rushing to answer.

He recalled last night's events. He recalled the sprout in the planting cabin, recalled the three words he had written, "Plant it." He knew that going public was not the end, but the opening of another door.

"We will keep going." He said, "Not just R&D."

"Then what is your goal?" the reporter pressed.

Zhao Xing hadn't spoken yet when Zhao Yang took over.

"Let anyone who wants to steal things." He said, "First learn to plant."

The whole venue fell silent for a moment.

Then someone whispered the line, followed by a second, then a third.

Sha Zhu's son stood at the side, listening to these words, and suddenly felt his back heat up. He knew these three brothers were no ordinary kids. Their words would be remembered, posted on walls, written into books.

The investors closed in tighter.

Someone pulled out a phone and started recording. Someone quietly opened a recorder. Everyone knew this moment was worth remembering.

Zhao Xing turned his head and glanced at his two brothers.

Zhao Chen nodded.

Zhao Yang raised his hand and pressed the communicator behind his ear.

The backstage program launched, three encrypted files uploaded simultaneously to the State Intellectual Property Office filing system. These were their three latest technology drafts: the urban energy self‑circulation network, the public data security protocol, and the youth technological innovation support plan.

After doing that, Zhao Yang lowered his hand.

He looked at the big screen; the stock price remained strong, the red numbers steadily holding high.

Just then, the terminal vibrated once.

A new message popped up:

【Overseas IP attempts access again, disguising itself as securities regulator test traffic】

Zhao Yang did not delete the record.

He typed three characters in the reply box:

"Planted?"

Sent.

Then he closed the terminal.

The flashlight is still flashing.

The three of them stood in place, nobody moving.

The people below looked up at them, their gazes changed. No longer curiosity, nor doubt, but an indescribable awe.

Sha Zhu's son walked over and patted Zhao Xing's shoulder.

"Come to the company often from now on." He said, "The door will always be left open for you."

Zhao Xing nodded.

He knew this wasn't the end.

This is only just beginning.

The light shone on their faces, sweat sliding down their foreheads.

Zhao Chen raised his hand and wiped it.

Zhao Yang looked at the crowd below and suddenly said:

"The next project needs to be implemented."