The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 970 He Got Mad

After hanging up the phone, Yan Bei curled his lips and said, "I didn't expect that woman to be so hard to find."

If he wanted to crack Fu Yang's computer, he would need a hacker expert. He wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to send someone to find the legendary hacker expert.

He turned on the computer and continued his unfinished work.

He wore a perfectly tailored dark gray custom suit and a meticulously tied tie, and even in private space, he did not seem to let down his guard.

The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his smooth and bony forearms. On his wrist, a low-key and luxurious Patek Philippe watch slid silently across the dial, recording his time, which counted every second.

At this moment, he was frowning slightly, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, focused on the laptop screen in front of him.

The dim blue light from the screen reflected in his deep eyes, flashing with calmness and determination.

His fingers were slender and powerful, tapping out precise and rhythmic sounds on the keyboard, tap, tap, tap... Each tap seemed to be tapping on the pulse of the business empire, steady and unquestionable.

There were several open documents scattered on the table, all of which were densely marked with comments in red pen. The handwriting was sharp and carried an authority that could not be questioned.

Suddenly, Yan Bei's fingers tapping on the keyboard stopped abruptly.

His brows furrowed even tighter in an instant, as if a huge rock was suddenly thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The calmness in his eyes was replaced by an imperceptible sharp edge. He quickly moved the mouse and clicked on an encrypted email that had just popped up.

The content on the screen does not seem pleasant.

After a few seconds of silence, a dull "bang" sound broke the silence of the study - his knuckles hit the table hard, with such great force that even the delicate pen jumped.

"waste!"

A low curse escaped from his tightly pursed lips, carrying with it a chill like ice chips, completely different from his usual calm demeanor.

He quickly grabbed the intercom on the table, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Connect me to the Director of Risk Control! Now! Immediately!"

Yan Bei's face darkened as he heard something being said on the other end of the line. The air pressure around him instantly dropped to freezing point, as if even the air itself was about to freeze. He interrupted the other person impatiently, "Tell him to show up in my office within fifteen minutes! If he still wants to keep his job!"

"Bang!" The phone was hung up harshly, and the receiver hit the phone, making a harsh collision sound.

Yan Bei leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands in front of him, and stared at the data report on the screen with eyes like poisoned blades, with turbulent waves surging in his deep eyes.

Obviously, the problems revealed by the report were far more serious than he had expected. This sudden trouble undoubtedly disrupted all his deployments.

Then he stood up and drove straight back to the company.

……

When he arrived at the company, the director of the risk control department was already waiting for him in the office, trembling.

"Boss... Yan."

Yan Bei looked at the director of the risk control department with an unpleasant expression.

"Li Mingyu," Yan Bei's voice was low and filled with suppressed anger, each word sounding like it had been fished out of an ice cellar. "Tell me why the data reports submitted by the risk control department don't match."

He slammed the report onto the table, and the edge of the paper drew a white arc in the air.

"This isn't a statistical error; it's a disgrace to our risk control system! If we make decisions based on this 'perfect' report, how much more will we have to set aside for bad debts next quarter? Did this money just come out of nowhere?"

Li Mingyu's Adam's apple rolled, and he quickly gathered his thoughts. He said in a deep voice, "Mr. Yan, I understand your anger. We discovered the data discrepancy immediately and have launched an internal investigation. Preliminary analysis suggests there may be several reasons:"

He tried to remain calm, but Yan Bei's sharp, hawk-like gaze almost took his breath away: "Speak!"

"First," Li Mingyu said quickly, "the data source for the risk control model may be lagging. We mainly rely on static data from the time of customer application and behavioral data from the previous quarter, while the Finance Department collects statistics on real-time repayment status. There may be problems with timely information updates."

"Delayed?" Yan Bei sneered, "We spent tens of millions to introduce a real-time risk control system, and you tell me it's delayed?"

"Secondly," Li Mingyu continued, "it's possible that the business department, in order to meet performance targets, embellished the qualifications of some clients during client onboarding, leading to deviations in the risk control model's initial assessment. These 'favors' or 'connections' may have bypassed some system review nodes."

"Bypass?" Yan Bei's voice suddenly rose. "Who gave them the power to bypass risk control?!"

"Third," Li Mingyu said, sweat breaking out on his forehead, "it could also be that our risk warning threshold is set too high. We're not sensitive enough to some early risk signals, and we haven't been able to promptly classify potential overdue customers into a high-risk pool for intervention."

Yan Bei stared at him for a full half minute, and the air in the office seemed to freeze.

He slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling city below, his back looking a little gloomy.

"Li Mingyu," he turned, his tone slightly softer, but still icy. "I don't care if it's data lags, business irregularities, or model failures. The Risk Control Department is the group's last line of defense. If this line of defense is ineffective, a single bad debt could trigger a chain reaction at any time, even shaking our foundation!"

"Yes, Mr. Yan, I understand." Li Mingyu nodded quickly.

"Now, I'll give you 48 hours," Yan Bei's eyes were as sharp as a knife, "I want a detailed investigation report.

"Okay, Mr. Yan."

"go out."

Li Mingyu, director of the risk control department, walked out quickly.

At this moment, Yan Bei's phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone quickly.

"Hey."

"Young Master Yan, I have found that woman."

"Send me the address and I'll go there now."

"it is good."

The next second, Yang Jian sent the address.

Yan Bei was shocked when he opened the address.

Dongfeng Community? Isn't this the community where her grandmother lived when she was alive?

He hasn't been to that community for a long time.

He drove there without thinking. The most important thing for him now was to find that woman and get her to crack Fu Yang's computer as soon as possible.

……

at the same time.

the other side.

Shen Qing opened her eyes.

She looked at the roof with a puzzled look on her face.

Why is she in the bedroom? Wasn't she asleep on the sofa in the living room?

She rubbed her head.

How did you get here?

She paused for a moment, got out of bed, and planned to ask Sister Zhang what was going on.