The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

Time passed quietly, and it was already a few days later.

I was working on documents in the office, and the sunlight outside the window slanted in through the gaps in the blinds, casting light and shadow on the keyboard.

The air conditioner whirred, making a monotonous white noise.

My mind was in a trance, my fingers were typing mechanically on the keyboard, and the words in front of me seemed to have lost their meaning.

At this moment, the cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the tranquility of the office.

I glanced at the caller ID subconsciously, and it was Hu Laosan.

I was suspicious and pressed the answer button. Before I could speak, I heard Hu Laosan's anxious voice coming from the receiver: "Lao Yang, come to my office right away. It's urgent!"

Before I could respond, the call was hung up.

I was stunned for a second and then realized the seriousness of the matter.

Hu Laosan has always been steady and rarely speaks in such an urgent tone.

I hurriedly put down the work at hand and hurried to Hu Laosan's office.

As soon as he pushed the door open, a solemn atmosphere hit his face.

Hu Laosan was sitting on the sofa, his face terrifyingly gloomy, as if the sky was covered with dark clouds, heralding the coming of a storm.

He frowned tightly and folded his hands on his knees, his joints turning white from exertion.

His eyes were sharp and sharp, like two sharp swords piercing into my heart.

"Third brother, what's wrong?" I asked cautiously, my voice trembling.

I smelled an unusual scent, like the silence before the storm, which was frightening.

Hu Laosan didn't answer immediately, but just glared at me coldly, as if he wanted to see through me.

He slowly picked up a mobile phone from the coffee table and threw it towards me.

I subconsciously caught it. The phone was heavy in my hand, like a hot potato.

I looked at Hu Laosan doubtfully, not understanding his intention.

"Open it and take a look." His tone was cold, like the cold wind in Siberia, making people shiver.

I pressed the power button, my fingers trembling a little.

I saw a video clearly displayed on the screen. The picture was a bit blurry, like a candid shot, and there was a trace of panic in the shaking.

My heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and an ominous premonition enveloped my heart.

I took a deep breath, clicked the play button, and the video began to flow slowly.

What appeared on the screen was a strange and spacious office.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the bustling city scenery at a glance, with neon lights flashing and traffic flowing, a scene completely different from the macro disk.

In the office, computers of various colors are neatly arranged, and the black cases glow with a metallic luster in the sunlight.

The code flashing on the screen flashed past, colorful, like the masterpiece of an abstract painter.

Dozens of people were typing on the keyboard, their fingers flying on the black and white keycaps, like a well-trained team.

Everyone looked attentive, their brows furrowed, and sweat slipped quietly from their foreheads.

The scene was quite spectacular, no less than our working environment at Hongpan.

Just when I was wondering, the video suddenly switched to a close-up of a monitor.

The picture was a little shaken, and it took a few seconds to stabilize after focusing.

However, my heart almost stopped when the content on the screen came out clearly.

On the screen, the fortune-telling system that Zhou Yang developed before suddenly appeared!

That familiar interface, those jumping numbers, those exquisite algorithms... everything is so familiar and yet so strange.

My pupils suddenly shrank!

what happened? This is impossible!

Why is our system showing up in a strange office?

That was obviously not a macro environment, and the program developed by Zhou Yang had never been made public!

A series of questions swirled in my mind like an unsolvable mess.

The video continued, and several unfamiliar faces flashed across the screen.

They stood in front of the monitor and seemed to be discussing something intensely.

Their expressions were sometimes heavy, sometimes excited, and they were dancing, as if they were having a vital debate.

However, since there was no radio, I could not hear their conversation clearly.

Their lips opened and closed, but their voices disappeared into the dead silence, leaving behind silent riddles.

An ominous premonition came over me, and countless conjectures flashed through my mind, each one worse than the last.

The video stopped abruptly. I raised my head and met Hu Laosan's cold gaze.

"Lao Yang, what's going on?" His voice was low and dangerous, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "You'd better give me an explanation."

What consequences will this video and this accident bring?

I knew that a huge storm was brewing, and I was already in the whirlpool.

"Third brother, this..." I started, but I didn't know how to explain.

Hu Laosan asked with a cold face: "This video was shot by our people from the Phoenix Park. Tell me, why does Zhou Yang's system appear on the opponent's computer?"

Phoenix Park!

This name was like a thunder on the ground, instantly exploding in my mind.

Our mortal enemy, our biggest competitor, have they already mastered our core technology?

"Third brother, I know nothing about this matter." I frowned and explained, "The source code of this system should only exist in Zhou Yang's computer. Except for a few of our core members, there can be no other people come into contact.”

"Really?" Hu Laosan sneered, "Then how do you explain this video? Could it be that someone from the Phoenix Park remotely invaded Zhou Yang's computer?"

I was speechless and felt a splitting headache.

"Lao Yang, I have warned you a long time ago that Phoenix Park is not a vegetarian." Hu Laosan said earnestly, "They have great powers and have more power in Dubai. We must always beware of their infiltration and theft."

"But..." I hesitated again and again, but decided to tell the truth, "I can guarantee that there will be no problems with Zhou Yang. He is cautious and has done a good job of keeping the system confidential."

"Then how do you explain this video?" Hu Laosan asked reluctantly, "Could it be your other confidants?"

He looked straight into my eyes with piercing eyes.

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, making me dizzy.

"It's impossible..." I shook my head repeatedly, "The people around me have been with me since I was born in Laojie. There is no way they would do such a thing."

"But other than that, I really can't think of any other possibility." Hu Laosan sighed, "Old Yang, this matter is no small matter. If Mr. Ni knows that our core technology is leaked, the consequences will be disastrous. "

My heart sank, vaguely aware of the seriousness of the situation.

"Third brother, give me three days." I gritted my teeth and made a decision, "I will definitely find out the ins and outs of this matter and give everyone an explanation."

Hu Laosan stared at me and pondered for a moment.

"That's fine." He nodded, "I'll leave this matter to you. But you have to remember that time is money."

"Understood." I nodded firmly.

Saying goodbye to Hu Laosan, I quickly walked out of the office and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Countless thoughts were swirling rapidly in my mind.

Who on earth stole our technology?

Who is it that is stumbling upon me secretly?

Why is Phoenix Park eyeing us?

Who is the boss behind them?

Three days.

In just seventy-two hours, I had to uncover layers of fog and find out the truth.

It was bound to be a difficult task, but I had no choice.

As a leader, I must take responsibility and take the initiative.

Only by finding out the truth as soon as possible can we stop the losses in time and reverse the situation for the macro market.

I returned to my office, closed the door, and fell into deep thought.

Outside the window, the sunlight is just right.

But my mood was clouded.

In my mind, I went through the people around me and basically excluded me.

They are all my brothers, it is impossible for them to do such a thing, and it will not do them any good.

What the hell is this bastard doing?

Originally, I was thinking of using this fortune-telling system to do something big, but now it seems...

I took out my cigarette, lit one, and started smoking slowly.