The Favored Heiress
Chapter 470: Border Seven Sons, Li Qiao is Versatile

Chapter 470: Chapter 470: Border Seven Sons, Li Qiao is Versatile

This time, it was Li Qiao’s turn to be surprised. "Huh? You still have it?" she asked.

"You’re joking, right? Do you not know how popular that Special Grade Medicine is?"

Li Qiao uttered an "oh," "I didn’t know. Didn’t we just whip it up on a whim?"

Indeed, since members of the Border Seven Sons were always getting injured, she and Xia Siyu would research treatment prescriptions when they had nothing better to do, eventually developing a medicine that was especially effective in healing external wounds.

Thinking about it, it seemed like not long after they developed the formula, Su Lao Si dragged the two of them into the Medical Alliance.

On the other end, Xia Siyu: "..."

Sometimes she felt that Li Qiao’s attitude of treating life like a game was both lovable and infuriating.

Even though she was the most capable member of the Border Seven Sons, she showed no self-awareness.

Back when the Seven Sons hadn’t yet disbanded, some had privately asked them why everyone was so partial and indulgent to Li Qiao, the youngest.

She appeared lazy and uninspired, as if she was the least capable among them.

At the time, Huizai, the eldest brother who hadn’t passed away yet, resolved their confusion with an indulgent tone, "Because each of the other six of us has distinct abilities, but only she... is omnipotent."

That’s right, Li Qiao was the omnipotent Xiao Qi Zai who possessed the abilities of all six others combined.

Whether it was Shen Qingye, skilled in information gathering, or Xia Siyu, who provided medical supplies, Li Qiao had all their proud abilities.

However, she never acted unless it was absolutely necessary.

She spent her days aimlessly wandering within the Seven Sons team, which led people to the false impression that she lacked strength.

Anyone who really understood the past deeds of the Seven Sons would know that their affection for Li Qiao was not because she was the youngest and the strongest.

But because she had been through life and death for each and every one of them.

...

That evening, Li Qiao returned to her dormitory at Renhe Laboratory.

Sitting in front of the window, she lowered her head to unravel the bandages, taking a careful look before letting out a sigh.

She had seen the test report at the time, and with Li Ru coming over to cause trouble, she lost control for a moment and smashed the machine.

It wasn’t that the contents of the medical test were unfit for others to see, but rather that she had a pent-up frustration she wanted to vent.

As a result... she had been careless.

It was already past nine at night, and Li Qiao wasn’t feeling sleepy. Lao Wu had sent someone to bring her medicine, which she expected would arrive tonight.

After thinking for a bit, she saw the computer on her desk, stood up to grab it, and propped up against the headboard with the computer on her lap as she turned it on.

Curiously, Li Qiao logged into a stock market platform.

When she entered the account number and password from "The Autobiography of the Stock God," she was stunned by the page that popped up.

The account was still active, and the portfolio was still trading normally.

As for the capital... It was a sum of more than ten figures, which she didn’t bother to count precisely because it definitely exceeded a hundred billion.

All this money, still there to this day?

Li Qiao opened the transaction details, with data packed tightly from top to bottom.

Whether the stocks shrank or the market stabilized, it seemed to follow the Female Stock God’s forecasts to the letter.

But how could such an excellent stock trader have so few traces related to her up to now?

And this account, if it hadn’t been in that notebook, would it have been buried forever in the sands of time?

Li Qiao was so engrossed that she didn’t notice time slipping by, until suddenly, a strange number flashed through her mind in an instant.

She immediately logged out of the account and when she logged in again, she pressed the last digit of the password and her gaze suddenly froze.

The last three digits of the password, 312, were her birthday.

A coincidence?

For a split second, she felt the urge to find Shang Zonghai and ask what relation this Female Stock God had with her.

Or rather... who she really was to her.

Li Qiao picked up her phone, searching for the photograph of the Female Stock God that Charles had sent her, and stared at it for a long, long time.

Reason told her she couldn’t ask Shang Zonghai, because he surely wouldn’t tell.

It could really just be a coincidence.

Li Qiao’s fingers traced over the photograph on the screen, crossing traces of countless years, and the image of the Female Stock God seemed to become more vivid and three-dimensional.

She faintly began to look forward to the translation of the next twenty pages, wondering if there would be more to discover.

...

The next morning, a thin mist hung over the city.

The weather was gloomy, and the sun struggled to shine through the clouds.

After getting up and washing, Li Qiao applied a layer of milky white ointment to the back of her hand, blew on it, and left the house.

At one o’clock last night, she had received ten bottles of Special Grade External Injury Medicine delivered personally by the general manager of the Huanxia Pharma Enterprise’s South Sea Division.

Ten bottles were a bit much, but once her hand healed, she could give a few bottles to Shang Yu.

Even though Shang Pharmaceutical Company had its own independent research lab, this Special Grade Medicine contained herbs unique to Myanmar, which were incredibly effective for healing wounds.

At the Renhe Laboratory, Li Qiao felt the atmosphere was particularly heavy as soon as she entered the lab.

Seven or eight researchers showed various expressions when they saw her enter, among them sympathy and mockery.

Of course, the mockery came from Li Ru.

The incident of a Junior Researcher in the gene mutation project team destroying an expensive piece of detection equipment had spread through word of mouth, and now everyone in the research institute knew about it.

At ten in the morning, Li Qiao was called into the meeting room of the personnel department in the neighboring building.

Academician Jiang and Li Ru were also present. The head of the personnel group, Zhang Ji, turned the computer on the table towards Li Qiao and spoke with some seriousness, "Researcher Li, please take a look at this first."

Li Qiao, half-supporting her forehead, glanced at it without much reaction. "Just tell me the outcome directly."

Zhang Ji was stunned for a second and looked incredulously at Academician Jiang.

It was the first time that such a serious incident had happened in the history of the institute, where a student under his supervision had destroyed important equipment.

But the current demeanor of Academician Jiang left Zhang Ji even more puzzled.

The old gentleman wore glasses, his elbows propped on the back of the chair, fingers interlocked in front of him, his posture showing no sign of nervousness; on the contrary, he seemed relaxed and at ease.

Zhang Ji withdrew his gaze and cleared his throat, "Academician Jiang, although Researcher Li is your student and you have made countless contributions to our institute, please don’t blame us for being unyielding, as her actions have been quite severe."

Academician Jiang nodded, "Mhm, you’re right."

Zhang Ji blinked and continued to speak his piece, "The situation reported by Researcher Li last night, after our investigation, is indeed true, and everything was captured by the lab’s surveillance.

So... Researcher Li, we must criticize your actions severely, and you will also need to compensate the institute for the damage to the equipment."

Li Qiao lifted her eyelids to look at him, asking with a half-smile, "Not going to fire me?"

Zhang Ji pressed his lips together, disliking her casually indifferent attitude, and spoke with a heavy tone, "As long as you compensate at the full value and apologize to Researcher Li, considering this is your first offense, we can retain your position at the research institute."