Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"This issue is the same as the industrial chain I emphasized before, and will be explained to you in detail in the subsequent public information."

"Please allow me to finish my speech. In addition to the entire system, my company has another most important future plan."

Cedric continued to use his skills, preparing to avoid the question he didn't know how to answer.

"Please don't avoid the question." But this time he obviously did not succeed, as the technical executive who had just asked the question still asked aggressively.

"The most important thing about a computer operating system is security. If even this cannot be guaranteed, then no matter how advanced it is, it is meaningless."

"Besides, my question is not difficult to answer. I need an accurate answer now."

"I..." Cedric panicked. The sudden loss of rhythm awakened the tension in his heart.

Even worse is after this green eggplant coffee stewed egg (bald middle-aged black man in a green shirt).

The other tomatoes and pumpkins also began to rebel, standing up one after another and demanding answers.

"Yes, safety is the top priority. If this system is really so smooth, once it starts to be used on a large scale, ensuring its safety will be the most important link."

"If we can't even solve the system security problem, then everything that comes after that is just an illusion."

"We need a plan that is both completely reasonable and detailed and appropriate to deal with the safety issues."

The series of questions were like a bombardment, directly making Cedric's single-core brain crash. Feeling dizzy, he could only look at the people in the audience in panic.

I was so nervous but didn't know what to do, I was so anxious that tears were about to fall.

"They are not here to ask questions at all. Your system is affecting their business."

Backstage, Kevin Lestrange pointed out the problem directly, looking at the anxious and helpless idiot on the stage.

He felt a little secretly happy in his heart, but at the same time he was analyzing the problem very seriously.

After thinking for a moment, he turned to look at Carl beside him.

"I think that should be..."

Before he could finish his words, a golden whirlwind swept past his eyes, and Karl was already standing on the stage without him noticing.

With a heavy face and cold eyes as if he was looking at a corpse, he stared at the technical executives who stood up to ask questions.

"The open source system is just to ensure innovation. After all, even if it is the most advanced company in the world, there are thousands of the world's most advanced engineers."

"You will never be able to match the billions of people who will use the Internet in the future. Don't try to teach your users how to use your products."

"Instead, we should listen to their opinions. We are service providers, not the kings of cyberspace."

“That’s right, we support you!!”

"That is, users want to do something but this is not allowed and that is not allowed. They make money by relying on their monopoly position and squeeze the toothpaste every year. This is what is called a technology company."

"You are just afraid of losing your right to speak. What national security bullshit? If dogs can talk someday, will you cut off their tongues too?"

Carl's words immediately resonated with many people at the scene, most of whom were representatives from various forums.

Or they could be representatives of famous Internet organizations, who represent the vast majority of ordinary computer users.

They truly understood what Carl had just said. They were all outraged and stood up and applauded wildly.

The situation was reversed in an instant.

“But you can’t avoid the problem.” Even though public opinion was no longer on his side, the middle-aged black technology executive was still unwilling to give up.

Emphasized again.

"Since this is a technical conference, we must answer technical questions. What methods do you plan to use to ensure it?"

"After you open source this system, you can guarantee the security of all software developers."

"Are they all well-intentioned?"

"That's of course not guaranteed." Carl stared at the guy in front of him with a relaxed tone and calm eyes.

But deep in those calm eyes, there was an unspeakable ferocity, as if saying.

"You are ready to die."

"Since it can't be guaranteed, how can you prove its safety?" When I heard the other party say it couldn't be guaranteed.

The technical executive had no idea that there was anything wrong with the cheerful tone.

Instead, he continued to ask questions excitedly, as if he had caught some evidence.

"Of course it can be proven that I can't guarantee that in the future, all developers who use our system have good intentions."

"But that doesn't prove that our system is not secure enough, just like a police force everywhere can't detect whether every person on the street wants to commit a crime."

“But as long as the justice system is sound, crimes can be prevented, and I am honored to tell you that.”

"What we have in this area is not just police officers with pistols, but a much larger army."

"And I can prove it to you right now."

Karl said lightly, as if he didn't take the other party seriously at all, and he didn't even walk to Cedric's side.

Looking at Cedric, who lowered his head because of shame and didn't dare to look at him, he reached out and rubbed the other's big head a few times.

"Don't feel guilty. These people don't even bother to ask questions. They must be executives of an operating system software company."

"It's because you are so good. Even I didn't imagine that this system could work so well."

"Your excellence arouses their jealousy, so they question you like this."

"Really?"

Cedric looked up at Carl in surprise.

"Of course it's true." Carl smiled gently.

"Don't lie to me." Cedric still didn't believe it.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Carl rubbed the other's head with a smile, and that smile was like a summer sunflower in the sun.

With an inexplicable power, but when he looked up, the summer sunflowers withered instantly.

Instead, there was the cold wind of Siberia, and the beautiful blue eyes were fixed on the middle-aged bald man.

asked very politely.

"Mr. George Rutherford, right? The Chief Technology Officer of Microsoft. You and your team developed the Windows system."

"It is indeed a role model for us to learn from, but your question today is undoubtedly questioning our technical strength."

"So to prove it to you and everyone else, we're going to demonstrate our technical capabilities."

"What do you want?" Mr. Rusev already felt that something was wrong, and his voice was trembling.

Karl still had a smile on his face and spoke in a calm tone.

"It's very simple. If you want to prove that a company has the ability to deal with super-powerful system attacks, first of all, it cannot crack other people's systems."

"If you can't crack other people's systems, how can you prove that you are better than them? Please give us five minutes."

"We're hacking your systems on the spot."