noffsinger Chapter 233 The Trader
Chapter 233 The Trader
As night deepened, the storm intensified.
Lin Chuyue sat in her study, her fingers lightly tapping the table, her eyes slightly narrowed. The anonymous email she had just received remained on the screen, the sentence—"You think you've won? The game has only just begun."—constantly echoing in her mind.
Her gaze fell on the document attached to the email, an internal transaction record of 'Shengchuan Capital', which looked as if it had been deliberately leaked to her by an insider.
Her lips curved slightly, her gaze calm as still water, yet concealing a sharp edge.
"Anonymous emails, detailed transaction records, and this sentence..." she murmured, her fingertips swiping across the touchpad to zoom in and examine the document closely.
The data in this document was extremely detailed, even more complete than the information she and Gu Yanchuan had. Clearly, the person who sent the email was no ordinary person.
who is it?
She quickly scanned through the known enemies and related forces in her mind. Shen Fang had already fled, and almost all of the senior executives of 'Shengchuan Capital' had been captured. Although the remaining funds were being transferred overseas, she had already laid a trap and could strike a fatal blow at any time.
However, if Shengchuan Capital is merely a pawn pushed to the forefront, then who is the real mastermind?
She reached for her phone and dialed Gu Yanchuan's number.
“There’s a new lead,” she said bluntly.
Gu Yanchuan on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then said, "Speak."
“I just received an anonymous email containing more complete transaction records than we have,” Lin Chuyue said calmly. “This means that the person who sent the email is either an insider or… the real operator behind the scenes.”
A soft tapping sound came from the other end of the phone, as if Gu Yanchuan was thinking on the table. A few seconds later, he said in a low voice, "I'll be right there."
Lin Chuyue hung up the phone, her eyes cold.
If Shen Fang is only an enemy on the surface, then she must know who the person hiding in the shadows really is.
A Silent Game
Half an hour later, Gu Yanchuan appeared at Lin Chuyue's apartment.
He took off his trench coat, casually draped it over the sofa armrest, walked to his desk, and glanced at the emails on the screen.
"Interesting." He raised an eyebrow, muttered the phrase "the game has only just begun" to himself, then looked at Lin Chuyue. "Is the other party trying to warn you, or are they provoking you?"
“Both are possible,” Lin Chuyue said in a deep voice, “but I tend to lean towards the latter.”
Gu Yanchuan tapped the document on the screen: "If it's a provocation, it means the other party is fully aware of our plans and is confident of turning the tables."
Lin Chuyue nodded, her gaze falling on the detailed transaction data: "This information is more complete than what we have. If the other party is really an enemy, why would they provide such important information?"
“Perhaps he’s testing you,” Gu Yanchuan said slowly, “wanting to see how you’ll respond.”
Lin Chuyue pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned around, turned on her computer, and began to retrieve the email's sending path.
"Want to check the other party's IP address?" Gu Yanchuan looked at her with interest.
“Since they dared to send me an email, it means they’re not afraid of me investigating.” Lin Chuyue’s fingers flew across the keyboard, and data tracking the path kept flashing on the screen, but in the end, there was only one line of cold letters—Unable to trace the source address.
“The other party is very cautious.” Gu Yanchuan narrowed his eyes. “The email is encrypted and the path is redirected multiple times, which shows that the other party is quite proficient in network technology.”
Lin Chuyue leaned back in her chair, her fingers interlaced on her knees, her eyes lowered, as if deep in thought.
A few seconds later, she slowly spoke: "If the other party is indeed observing from the shadows, then we will give them a response."
Gu Yanchuan raised an eyebrow: "What do you want to do?"
Lin Chuyue raised her eyes, her gaze sharp: "Since he wants to play games, let him know that we are not people who sit idly by and wait to be killed."
The mastermind behind the operation has surfaced.
Meanwhile, in a private room at a high-end club.
In the dim light, a man in a black suit leaned back on the sofa, his fingers stroking a wine glass, his eyes coldly fixed on the screen in front of him.
On the screen was a record of Lin Chuyue's actions after receiving the email.
The man sneered and said with a sneer, "As expected, you haven't disappointed me."
He picked up his wine glass and gently swirled it, watching the red liquid rotate in the glass, a meaningful smile slowly curving his lips.
"Lin Chuyue... do you really think you can win this game?"
He raised his hand, pressed a key, and a new email was sent.
You may think you can control everything, but on the chessboard, the true master is never you.
A storm is about to break out.
The next morning.
When Lin Chuyue received the second anonymous email, she was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the city skyline outside.
She opened the email, looked at the line of text, and her eyes darkened.
You may think you can control everything, but on the chessboard, the true master is never you.
She stared at the sentence, her fingertips gently tracing the screen.
“This time, he finally showed some signs of wrongdoing,” she whispered.
The message conveyed by this statement is quite clear—the other party not only knew her plan, but was also confident in their ability to control the situation.
This shows that the opponent was not just an observer, but someone who was actually standing on the chessboard.
The real mastermind behind the scenes is finally about to surface.
Lin Chuyue slowly curled a cold smile, her eyes cold and sharp.
"In that case, let's end this game... completely."