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Twenty-three years ago, Ji Zhongyuan traded his newborn daughter for a piece of land. From then on, the Zhou family became the richest man in the city. Twenty-three years later, when the old lady was critically ill, he picked up the discarded chess piece again - because only the Zhou family's blood could inherit the 28% shares in the will. The day Ji Anning came back, she was wearing a pair of faded canvas shoes, and her total outfit cost less than 200 yuan. Zhou Wanqing condescendingly told her to "don't appreciate the compliment." Zhou Mingxuan held the fruit plate and called her sister with a smile. Then she turned around and asked someone to send a lawyer's letter, asking for three million to buy out her inheritance rights worth billions. Everyone thought that the girl who grew up eating instant noodles was the best. Until Ji Anning hacked into Zhou's server. A top programmer is God in the digital world. She opened up the dusty coffin boards layer by layer and dug out the transaction records from twenty-three years ago, the leather goods companies all over the country, the environmental assessment approvals paid for with black money--and the original will that had been carefully tampered with. It turns out that every cup of tea handed out by the Zhou family over the years was filled with arsenic. Ji Anning closed the computer and smiled. She doesn't want money, shares, or the status of a eldest lady. She only did one thing - to calculate the accounts of twenty-three years, one by one, including capital and profit.