Do Not Speak Ill of My Mother!-Chapter 699 - 629: Highest Privilege

On the left chest of their uniforms was the Star Ring Badge of All-Star Security. Their eyes were sharp, their movements swift and silent, quickly taking key positions at the door and behind the three vice presidents.

The squad leader at the front nodded slightly at Jiang He, "President Jiang, the security team is in position."

"Impossible! Fake! It’s all fake!" Wang Hai was like a cornered beast, eyes bloodshot, waving his phone that was still buzzing with freezing notices and astronomical transactions, spittle flying.

"Jiang He! What the hell are you pulling! What does Jiang Xiaoxing even count for! When I was making my mark in South City, she was still in diapers! With one phone call, I could make it impossible for you to move an inch in South City..."

"President Wang, save your breath." Jiang He’s voice was as cold as the Siberian wind, instantly freezing all of Wang Hai’s roars, "The changes in your bank account were cleared directly through the central bank system by ’Yuheng’—it can’t be faked. The last piece of dirty money you tried to transfer to an offshore account was intercepted and frozen by ’Yuheng’ two hours ago, and the related evidence chain has been synced to the economic investigation department."

He turned his gaze to the other two, "Vice President Li, the property documents for the three estates and two yachts you purchased under an alias in Southeast Asia are frozen. Vice President Zhou, the shell company registered under your brother-in-law used to siphon off R&D funds—its accounts have been locked. Your moves to transfer assets are as slow as a snail’s crawl in the eyes of ’Yuheng’."

The color drained completely from Li Ming’s face, and the arrogance of a technician was replaced with an incomprehensible horror: "’Yuheng’... takeover? This... this requires the highest core password and biological double verification! How could you possibly do it soundlessly..."

"Because the source of the authority has changed hands." Jiang He’s reply was like a verdict, "The power given by Chairman Jiang is the real supreme authority. What you hold is nothing but an expired access card."

Zhou Qiang, who had been trying to play mediator, collapsed completely, sliding off the leather sofa to his knees on the carpet, tearing and snot flowing, trying to cling to Jiang He’s leg, "President Jiang! Spare me! I was momentarily confused! They forced me! Give me a chance! I’ll return all the money! I’ll report! I’ll expose! I know more about Wang Hai and Li Ming’s dealings! Guangqi can’t do without me, those core technologies..."

"Take them away." Jiang He stepped back with disgust, his voice devoid of any warmth.

The security personnel immediately stepped forward, with professional and forceful movements, as if picking up three heavy bags of garbage.

Wang Hai continued to struggle and curse in vain, Li Ming was dragged along in a daze, while Zhou Qiang wailed for mercy as if being slaughtered. The alarm tones on their wrists mixed with the incoming alert sounds from their phones, forming an absurd and chilling funeral march in the dead-silent conference room.

The door of the conference room closed heavily behind them, cutting off all the clamor. Jiang He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the expansive Guangqi facility. Sunlight finally flooded the entire space unimpeded, also illuminating the faint, razor-sharp glint in his eyes behind the glasses.

Meanwhile, in the headquarters of Changkang Biotechnology in Beidu, the atmosphere in the corridor outside the top-tier sterile laboratory was entirely different, filled with an oppressive eeriness.

The heavy isolation door of the lab slid open, and Chen Mingzhe, wearing a white lab coat and goggles, held a test tube emitting a faint glow. He wore his customary smile of arrogance and control as he looked at the woman standing outside.

Ling Shuang.

The "Ice Queen" in charge of the biomedicine division, she wore a simple silver-gray suit, her hair meticulously tied up, face exquisite yet expressionless, eyes as cold as the liquid nitrogen in the lab.

"Assistant Ling? What an unexpected guest." Chen Mingzhe lowered his goggles, revealing eyes filled with calculation, "So, does Chairman Jiang have any ’top instructions’ to convey? Is she urging the progress of the ’Qingtian’ project again? Haha, tell Chairman Jiang, haste makes waste. Biomedical research isn’t something she can just talk through..."

"Dr. Chen Mingzhe." Ling Shuang’s voice was cool, interrupting his performance.

"According to Director Jiang Xiaoxing’s No. 004 directive and the ’Yuheng’ system’s full-dimension audit report on Changkang Biotechnology’s R&D center, you are suspected of serious academic misconduct, misappropriating significant R&D funds, illegally trading experimental data and core patents, and maliciously delaying project progress to embezzle funds. Effective immediately, you are relieved of all duties at Changkang Biotechnology, and all related permissions are frozen. Please leave the laboratory and company premises immediately and cooperate with subsequent investigations."

The smile on Chen Mingzhe’s face froze instantly, then twisted into an incredulous fury. He shook the test tube in his hand, the fluorescent liquid inside dangerously swaying.

"Fire me?! Ling Shuang! Do you even know what you are saying?! Just you?! Just that little girl Jiang Xiaoxing?! Do you know at which critical node the ’Qingtian’ project is now?! Do you know how much core data and patents I have?! Without me, tomorrow! By tomorrow! All ongoing projects at Changkang will be paralyzed! The entire company will be buried with me! Can Jiang Xiaoxing bear this responsibility?! She knows shit about biotechnology!"

His voice grew more agitated, spittle nearly spraying Ling Shuang’s face, attempting to create panic with the test tube and project threats.

Ling Shuang didn’t even blink, as if watching a clumsy monologue.

She slowly raised her wrist, revealing a terminal with a simple yet high-tech design.

With a gentle touch of her fingertip, a soft but impeccably clear synthesized female voice echoed in the empty corridor:

[’Yuheng’ system notice: Project ’Qingtian’ (ID CK-SKY-001) main server cluster switching complete.]

[’Yuheng’ system notice: Project ’Shaking Light’ (ID CK-JADE-003) experimental data analysis takeover complete.]

[’Yuheng’ system notice: Project ’Kaoyang’ (ID CK-SUN-005) core patent library permission transfer complete.]

[’Yuheng’ system notice: All ongoing project data flow status stable, operation efficiency increased by 17.8%.]

With each announcement, Chen Mingzhe’s face turned a shade paler. When he heard "efficiency increased by 17.8%," his hand holding the test tube trembled violently.

"Impossible... impossible... ’Yuheng’ couldn’t bypass my bio-lock and dynamic keys..." he murmured, his gaze drifting.

"’Yuheng’’s authority overrides all locks you set." Ling Shuang stated calmly, then she leaned slightly forward, her voice unbearably low yet piercing Chen Mingzhe’s eardrums and heart like an ice pick: "Dr. Chen, just so you know, when ’Yuheng’ took over your personal encrypted research logs, it discovered something... very interesting."

She paused, savoring the sudden constriction of his pupils and his face turning as white as paper.