I died suddenly while coding at a top investment bank.
After returning to the day I was laid off, I got a call from the bank president, who bragged, “Xiao Chen, the bank sold the trading system you built for thirty billion. We have you to thank for working yourself to death!”
Burdened with debt, I hacked into the system and entered three lines of code.
That night, Wall Street went bankrupt, and the bank president fell to his knees, begging for mercy. “Dad Chen! How is that lousy code of yours worth trillions?!”
