Entering 801, Chen Cheng placed the young girl in his arms onto the sofa and asked her, "Where is the first aid kit at home?"

"In the cabinet under the TV stand," the young girl pointed.

Chen Cheng took out the first aid kit and inspected it; the supplies were quite complete. It seemed her parents were very attentive.

"This won't hurt, right?" the Little Girl asked nervously, pointing at the disinfectant in his hand.

Chen Cheng couldn't help but smile; the Little Girl was quite cute. He dipped a cotton swab into the disinfectant and explained, "This is iodophor; it doesn't hurt."

"For disinfecting external wounds, only alcohol is relatively painful; hydrogen peroxide and iodophor don't hurt at all," Chen Cheng patiently reassured the Little Girl.

Soon, Chen Cheng had treated the wound. It was just a scrape, so disinfecting it and applying a large bandage to prevent bacterial infection was enough.

"Alright, if you need to take a shower, just repeat what I just did afterward and change to a new one."

"Mm, thank you, Brother," the young girl smiled sweetly at Chen Cheng.

Chen Cheng was stunned.

Brother?

It seemed like it was the first time someone had called him that. He felt very comfortable inside, and he couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth from curling up. "No need to be so polite."

As he spoke, he packed up the medical kit and put it back in its place.

"Alright then, I'll be going now," Chen Cheng said, glancing at the Little Girl to take his leave.

"Wait, what?" the young girl called out to Chen Cheng.

"What's wrong?" Chen Cheng turned back to look at the young girl.

"Brother, may I know your name?" the young girl asked, blushing.

"Chen Cheng," Chen Cheng smiled. Since they lived in the same building and would see each other constantly, it wasn't a big deal to tell her his name.

"I'm Zhao Rui," the young girl said.

Chen Cheng nodded. The young girl added, "When my leg is better, can I come find you to play?"

"Sure, I just returned to the country and am not familiar with the area, so it's perfect..."

"Wait, what did you just say your name was?" Chen Cheng said, suddenly realizing something was off.

"Brother, my name is Zhao Rui." Zhao Rui said, thinking Chen Cheng hadn't remembered her name, so she spoke very solemnly.

Meanwhile, Chen Cheng was starting to lose his composure.

Zhao Rui, isn't she Zhao Hui's daughter?

The bad eyes, the name—everything matched.

"Do you have a younger brother?" Chen Cheng asked.

In the original story, after Zhao Hui and Li Ying learned that Zhao Rui's eyes might be incurable, they had another son. The purpose was self-evident: they wanted their son to take care of the potentially fully blind Zhao Rui after they passed away.

Their son, Dongdong, was very promising and got along well with his older sister.

He was also very bright; from a young age, he understood why his parents had him, but he never complained and knew very well how to care for and protect his sister.

"I don't have a younger brother," Zhao Rui said, looking a bit confused by the question.

It seemed things were a bit different. Chen Cheng shrugged and smiled at Zhao Rui, "Oh, alright, get some rest. I'll be going now."

"Brother, bye..."

Before Zhao Rui could finish, Chen Cheng had already left.

Zhao Rui couldn't help but feel a bit dejected, but she quickly cheered up.

The Little Girl recalled the princess carry from earlier. A moment later, her face flushed with shyness, and the corners of her mouth were almost reaching her ears.

On the other side, Zhao Hui, Miao Che, and the others had finished their meal.

Zhao Hui was in a bad mood and had drunk a few glasses of alcohol, so Miao Che drove him back.

"..."

"Director Dai's death is very likely related to Jiaxiang Industrial," Zhao Hui, tipsy and sitting in the passenger seat, said to Miao Che.

Miao Che slammed on the brakes, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and turned to look at Zhao Hui, "So, Director Dai intervened after all?"

Miao Che continued, "Did you know that the day I called you?"

Zhao Hui nodded slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me back then?"

"At the time, because everything you asked me to do, I had already done," Zhao Hui said with a bitter smile.

"I thought I could persuade Director Dai. At least, that's what Director Dai led me to believe."

"Then why are you suspicious now?" Miao Che was still a bit angry that Zhao Hui had kept him in the dark.

"The timing of Director Dai's car accident coincides exactly with the lowest point of Jiaxiang's stock price," Zhao Hui said. "That's the first point."

"Secondly, I specifically noticed at the funeral today that Cao Jiaxiang did not attend. There is only one reason for his absence: to avoid suspicion."

"The Disciplinary Committee didn't find anything regarding Director Dai's misconduct. I feel it's because the funds Director Dai approved came back through a trust channel after winning this battle."

"...Help me check if there really was such a sum of money," Zhao Hui said, the alcohol going to his head. He still felt very guilty about Dai Qixing's death.

That sum of money, which went through the trust channel in violation of regulations, was something Dai Qixing had approached him about, but he hadn't signed off on it.

Now it seemed that Dai Qixing had signed off and released the funds himself.

As the two were chatting, Zhao Hui's phone pinged with a notification.

Zhao Hui picked it up to look and was very surprised by the content of the message.

"Guess who the Junior Apprentice Brother who appeared at the funeral today is?" Zhao Hui asked Miao Che.

Miao Che glanced at Zhao Hui's phone and understood, "Just say it."

"Five years ago, someone brought a PPT and took away 5% non-dilutable equity from a unicorn company."

"Chen Cheng did that?" Miao Che had heard of this; it had a legendary quality to it.

There are many legendary figures among the "PPT warriors," like the 'Accounting Jia' who is returning to the country next week, or in comparison to Lei Jun.

"Cannot confirm, but there are rumors that it was him," Zhao Hui shook his head slightly.

"And the 54th floor of Global Tower."

Huh?

Miao Che looked at Zhao Hui in confusion. Global Tower was in the block opposite his office; he could see it from his window.

"Does that 10-billion-scale private equity fund that popped up in the last two years also have a connection to our Junior Apprentice Brother?"

As he spoke, although he found it hard to believe, a ghostly smile appeared on the corners of Miao Che's mouth.

The person Professor Ouyang took a liking to is indeed not simple.

"Yes. Although no relevant information can be found on the surface, the co-founder of this company is Chen Cheng's classmate from his time at Stanford, and there's a photo of the two of them online."

"Zhencheng Capital, Chen Cheng, think about it."

Zhao Hui smiled playfully. It seemed Professor Ouyang didn't know that her student didn't really need the care of Senior Apprentice Brothers like them.

Meanwhile, Miao Che thought of another matter. He had spent seven years on Wall Street and had some connections.

He muttered, "If Zhencheng Capital is related to Chen Cheng, then Sincere Capital is probably also related to our Junior Apprentice Brother."

"Sincere Capital?" Zhao Hui asked, a bit confused.

"A hedge fund registered in Angel City, also rose in the last two years, with a scale of 10 billion when converted to RMB," Miao Che explained.

Zhao Hui chuckled, "Haha, it seems Professor Ouyang was wrong when she said this afternoon that 'the one among us best at making money is Xie Zhiyuan'."

"And this Junior Apprentice Brother plays with corporate structures very skillfully. Even you can't find anything; this little guy is hiding so deep," Miao Che joked with a smile.

As they were speaking, both were stunned for a moment, and they looked at each other with a tacit understanding.

"Hedge fund!"

Both understood the meaning in the other's eyes. They had both thought of a possibility—the person Dai Qixing found to help stabilize the market for Jiaxiang was Chen Cheng.

The connections, the funds, the timeline—it all matched up.

If Director Dai really didn't violate regulations, could his death truly just be due to fatigue while driving?

"Oh, let's not guess here anymore. Let's just make a call and ask," Miao Che waved his hand. "If he did it, he has no need to hide it; on the contrary, it could clear Director Dai's name."

As he spoke, Miao Che reached for his phone, and just then, Zhao Hui's phone rang.

Zhao Hui glanced at the caller ID, his eyes widened, and half his drunkenness instantly vanished. He looked at Miao Che, "Speak of the devil."