avenge

Heavy rain with neon shimmering on the floor-to-ceiling Windows, Shen Yanqiu's silver gray suit in the meeting room under the ceiling light. When Charles, head of J.P. Morgan's Asia Pacific division, flicked the cigar ash into the whiskey glass for the third time, she finally released her long folded legs, and the crash of documents against the glass table shook the table of 12 people slightly.

"The valuation model you proposed," she said, turning the tablet to the opposite side and running her fingertips across the pulsating stream of data in the holographic projection, "omitted the 137 quantum encryption patents pending at Tiansu." German and English whispers rippled across the long table, and Charles's cufflinks, inlaid with the family crest, carved into the sandalwood rim, leaving crescents.

Assistant timely handed wet wipes, Shen Yanqiu but with thumb to wipe the watch surface fog. Beneath the surface, the river seemed to be flowing backwards the night my father jumped. Twelve years ago, when the German-funded enterprises that Charles worked for forced the death of his father's small and medium-sized electronics factory, it was also such a rainy night. That year, she clutched the brand that the court failed to shoot in the corner of the funeral hall, and the red arrow of foreign merger and acquisition on the LCD screen stung the retina.

"Ms. Shen," Charles said in Chinese with a Munich accent, "you should know the rules of Wall Street." As he wheeled out the iPad, the signature on the back page of the acquisition agreement glowed red: "Women entrepreneurs are easy...... Emotional."

Lujiazui's beam of searchlights outside the glass curtain suddenly penetrated the curtain of rain, casting a slender cross of light behind her. Shen Yanqiu unbuttoned the second button of his suit to reveal the silver quantum chip necklace at his collarbone: "Last month, your company used the second generation RSA encryption in the data room of Zurich Bank, right?"

The temperature in the conference room dropped three degrees. The cigar between Charles's fingers suddenly broke, and dark brown tobacco spilled over the purchase agreement, much like the ashes of the paper money burned in front of his father's funeral hall. Shen Yanqiu know they intercepted the wrong intelligence - Tianshu technology real research and development center is not in Zhangjiang, but in the south Lake of Jiaxing that disguised as the white building of the fisheries research institute.

"I want to show you something interesting." She takes off her necklace and presses it to the table, and the nanoscale quantum entanglement generator buzzes. The holographic projection suddenly twisted into a tricky geometry, and a dozen electronic contracts flashed error codes simultaneously. "This is our third generation quantum vault system for central banks," she looked at Charles's twitching right eyelid." Of course, if you insist on trying a fourth hostile takeover......."

The rainstorm suddenly stopped at 2:18 in the morning, and the sound of Shen Yanqiu's high heels crushed the moonlight in the stagnant water in the corridor. The phone vibrates in the pocket of the trench coat, and the news comes from the lab: the stability of the quantum bit has exceeded 0.01 femtosecond. She looked across the Huangpu River at her company's LOGO - a Sinan wrapped in binary code, now shining blue in the night sky after the rain.