Chapter Two: Buying a Hundred-Billion-Yuan Predator for One Coin

Chairman Zhao Heng slammed his desk. “Ten million to whoever stops it!” Han Jing was there as an “external crisis consultant.” He sneered when he saw Lin. “A night-shift operator thinks he can handle financial AI? Last night was luck.” “You found new work quickly,” Lin said, following the malicious chain highlighted by the System. “Especially after giving TAO-9 access to a fabricated-news interface three days ago.” Han paled. “Nonsense.” Lin connected Little Seven to the public address system. “Read out TAO-9’s profits from the last ten minutes.” “With pleasure. Fabricating Seven Docks’ bankruptcy: 170 million. Inducing retail stop-loss orders: ninety million. Freezing rival accounts with false regulatory email: projected three hundred million.