Chapter Three: Eight Hundred Sixty Thousand Steals Thirty Million

Jiming stepped beside her. “Congratulations, Chairwoman Shen. Your net worth is approximately negative two hundred million.” “More than eleven yuan seventy.” “Mathematically, no.” “In terms of control, yes.” Before the cheering faded, metal crashed deep inside the workshop. Someone had set fire to packaging beside the warehouse's rear door. Flames climbed rapidly. “The patent masters are inside!” Han shouted. Yanqiu ran toward the warehouse. Jiming caught her arm. “The fire service isn't here. You'll die.” The badge burned against her skin. Countless gold lines pierced the smoke, forming a path toward a climate-controlled cabinet below the warehouse. Original master records: Qiyao solid-state battery patents.