I died suddenly while writing code at a top investment bank.
Going back to the day I was laid off, I received a call from the president showing off: "Xiao Chen, the bank sold the trading system you wrote for 3 billion. Thanks to you working overtime, you died suddenly!"
Debt-ridden, I hacked into the system and typed in three lines of code.
That night, Wall Street's positions were wiped out, and the president knelt down and begged for mercy: "Dad Chen! How can your broken code be worth a trillion?!"
