Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

6:30 PM

Qiao Nian looked up from the pile of documents and stretched her stiff neck.

She reached for her cell phone and glanced at the flashing message.

Lu Zhi sent her a WeChat message, reminding her not to forget to Like his Moments.

Qiao Nian lazily opened her Moments and scrolled down to find a certain someone's daily post. She Liked it.

Then, she logged out.

Ye Wangchuan called.

The girl was wearing an aqua-blue top today. Under the top was a matching white T-shirt. The hem of the shirt hung on her waist, making her look extremely casual.

She had not worn a baseball cap for the past few days, revealing her exquisite and flamboyant face. Hence, she picked up the call and placed the cell phone by her ear, casually saying, "Wait for me. I'll be out in five minutes."

"Sure."

The man's voice was low and charming.

Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows and glanced at the screen before hanging up.

Putting her phone aside, she started to pack her things.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly saw a group message pop up from the corner of her eye.

[Slim Waist Control: The independent continent hasn't been peaceful recently.]

[Guan Yan: Are you crazy?]

[Slim Waist Control: You're the one who's crazy! I was just scrolling around when I saw an interesting post. It seems to be about the shady dealings of the dean of the First Research Institute. Tsk, this is going to ruin the dean's reputation!]

He even sent a series of Q-style 'Open your dog eyes and watch the show' emojis.

Qiao Nian grabbed her cell phone and sent a message to the group.

[SUN: What news? Send it to me.]

[Slim Waist Control: Big boss, why are you here again?! You almost scared me to death.]

[Slim Waist Control: Wait a moment, I'll look for it.]

A few seconds later.

Slim Waist Control threw a link in the group.

Qiao Nian leaned against the desk and lowered her head to scan through the black market post.

An anonymous ID revealed a conspiracy in the successor selection of the First Research Institute this time. Feng Yu had leaked the question in advance for his own selfish reasons.

The person who exposed the news was convincing. It was obvious that he was an insider of the research institute.

The black market was a place where good and bad people mixed. It was easy for news to spread.

This post involved the First Research Institute of the Independent Continent and was very popular.

In just a few hours, it had already fermented.

Some people trusted the authenticity of the news and scolded Feng Yu for fishing for fame.

Qiao Nian only took 10 minutes to hack this post.

However, once the news spread on the black market, her hacking of the original news would only make some people think that she had accidentally discovered a big 'secret' and cause them to have rebellious thoughts. These people would spread rumors on the black market without fear…

Qiao Nian also knew this, so after hacking the original message, she threw the anonymous ID into the Red Alliance group chat.

[Slim Waist Control: ???]

He had been teaching Ye Qichen programming in Beijing recently and was very bored.

Old Master Ye had been feeding his bird for several years. The bird was so fat that it was almost a ball.

[SUN: Find out the person behind this ID.]

Far away in Beijing, Slim Waist Control saw the message in the group chat and jumped up excitedly from the sofa. He hurriedly went to look for the computer.

Work, work, work.

He was f*cking bored to death.

Finally, a retard bumped into his boss's gun and found him some work!

Slim Waist Control only hoped that the idiot behind this ID would not be too easy to find so that he could spend more time on the task.