Reborn with wealth that rivals the country

"Have you paid all the traffic money?"

Bezos asked in a broken voice.

"Full paid..."

Jon was about to cry.

Paying competitors to attract traffic, if you tell me this, everyone in the industry will laugh to death!

"Who the hell told you to pay so fast?!!"

Bezos cursed.

"I……"

Jon felt extremely aggrieved.

It was obviously Bezos who asked him to hurry up and pay for the traffic to cause trouble!

"Now is not the time to argue about this. The current situation is that we have already paid a large amount of money for traffic, and every day those traffic-diversion websites will divert traffic to us in accordance with the contract.

If we cannot solve the problem of dirty data, not only will our money be wasted in the end, but we will also be losing money in a steady stream of money, which means we will lose double the money inside and outside. "

Andy stopped the quarrel between the two and analyzed calmly.

Bezos: “Call the technical director over!”

Soon, the technical director came over.

Bezos didn't blame him, and asked the key point directly: "Can you solve the problem of dirty data? If so, how long will it take?"

The technical director had already started thinking about this problem at the moment of the accident, so he said without hesitation: "It can be solved. All we need to do is code the crawler script and filter out the links inserted by Dibao."

"But this adaptation is a big move. It's equivalent to rewriting the script. No matter how fast it is, it will take a week."

"After that, the data will have to be collected again, but the data collection operation must not be as big as today. It has to be collected slowly, hiding it from the technicians at Dabao to ensure that there is no dirty data. This also takes a lot of time."

Bezos said impatiently: "Just say how much is needed in total to completely solve the problem!"

The technical director thought for a moment and said cautiously: "It will take about half a month."

"Half a month?"

Bezos took a deep breath and felt a deep sense of helplessness.

In half a month, the traffic contract time he paid for is up, which means that all the money has been wasted!

"This is already the shortest time. I can collect data very quickly, but I am afraid that I will be found out and do other tricks. If I move slower, I can guarantee that I will not be noticed 100%." ​​Technology The director said.

"Okay, half a month is enough! I will use this traffic money as a lesson!"

Bezos seemed indifferent on the surface, but he was bleeding inside.

He has bought hundreds of billions of lessons from Chen Mo, and now he is still being taught a lesson by Chen Mo. When will this stop?

But I have no choice but to do so. I have already paid the lesson fee and it is too late to regret it. I can only find a way to make up for it.

"Chen Mo, you can only think of some disgusting little tricks like this! Your tricks can only delay time, but cannot fundamentally solve the problem. Once my crawler script is modified, you will die!"

Bezos gritted his teeth.

The other side.

After the school anniversary event, Chen Mo declined all invitations to the leadership dinner.

Even if he is a provincial leader, Chen Mo still doesn't give him face.

I thought I would take a day off in Jiangbei and rush back to work, but at night, to my surprise, my college roommate Wang Liang found Chen Mo.

At this time, a magical picture flashed in Chen Mo's mind: a thin young man, picking his feet energetically, talking about national affairs with bright eyes, and full of confidence and longing for the future.

This is Wang Liang.

Wang Liang and Chen Mo had a good relationship in college, and occasionally helped Chen Mo, who was not very wealthy.

Wang Liang usually calls Chen Mo "dog son" when he has nothing to do, and the two of them are at odds over who is the father and who is the son.

Only when Chen Mo needed to bring food, Wang Liang would lick his face and flatteringly call him "adopted father".

So when Song Ziyan said that there was a man named Wang Liang downstairs in the hotel who wanted to see him, Chen Mo did not hesitate to let him come to his presidential suite.

Ding dong~~~~

Doorbell rang.

Opening the door, Chen Mo saw Wang Liang.

He was still the same as in college, with a thin figure and slightly dark circles under his eyes, as if he had kidney deficiency.

Chen Mo was actually very happy at this time, but he didn't know what to say. He just said: "Ah, um, Brother Liang, you are here..."

Chen Mo then had many topics he wanted to talk about, and he wanted to talk about them in succession: talking about father and son, bringing food, night conversations in the dormitory... But he always felt like he was being blocked by something, just whirling in his mind and unable to speak out.

When Wang Liang saw Chen Mo at first, his eyes lit up obviously, and his face showed a look of joy and excitement.

He wriggled his lips. Like Chen Mo, he seemed to have countless topics he wanted to talk about, but suddenly he glanced at the luxurious decoration of Chen Mo's presidential suite, glanced at the expensive wine on the table, and thought about the beauty just now. Tianxian, the great beauty Song Ziyan with extraordinary temperament.

Then he looked down at his ordinary, even a little shabby suit - this was the suit he wore when he got married. He hadn't worn it for several years. Today, in order to see Chen Mo and appear formal, he was forced to wear it in the hot weather. came out - his attitude finally became respectful.

Visibly to the naked eye, he yelled flatteringly and bluntly: "Long time no see, now it's time to call me Mr. Chen."

Chen Mo seemed to shudder.

When I was in college: My adoptive father brought me a meal.

When we meet again: Long time no see, now it’s time to call me Mr. Chen.

In one sentence, Chen Mo knew that there was a sadly thick barrier between the two of them.

"What do you call Mr. Chen? We are all classmates. You are older than me. Just call me Xiao Chen." Chen Mo said.

"How can that be done! What kind of rule is this? I was young and ignorant at that time!"

Wang Liang said slightly excitedly, as if he was excusing and apologizing for his behavior in college.

Chen Mo didn't say much and asked him to come in and sit down.

Wang Liang hesitated for a while, and finally went in and sat down. Then he placed the black plastic bag in his hand on the leather sofa. Perhaps he was afraid of getting it dirty, so he quickly picked it up and put it on the ground.

He hesitated again and again, then said cautiously: "This... this is a gift for you, Mr. Chen, a souvenir from my wife's family..."

After saying that, Wang Liang hurriedly added: "If you think it's not good, just throw it away! It's really not a good thing and it's worthless!"

Chen Mo grabbed the plastic bag and opened it to see that it was large and plump peanuts.

When he was in college, Chen Mo loved this food the most. He and Wang Liang would have a bottle of beer each, and they could brag all night with just peanuts.

That was the most enjoyable and relaxing moment for both of them.

Chen Mo grabbed a handful and started eating.

Sweet peanuts taste very good.

"It's so delicious! Much better than the ones I've bought before!" Chen Mo said truthfully, because it was indeed delicious.

Thinking about it, Wang Liang must have selected so many big and plump peanuts after careful selection.

"Mr. Chen, are you kidding? A rich man like you has never tasted any delicacies..."

Wang Liang said politely.

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment.

Unexpectedly, he and Wang Liang were cut off to this extent.

Perhaps it was the cruel life that had smoothed all the edges of that high-spirited young man...

"Why did you come to see me?" Chen Mo asked.

If Wang Liang asked Chen Mo to help, Chen Mo would definitely help.

After all, he had helped me in college, and now he could give Wang Liang a hand, or even just open his mouth to Chen Mo, without having to pay any price.

"It's nothing, our class is having a reunion, and I wanted to ask if you can come if you are free. It's near your hotel, so it won't take you long, but it's okay if you don't go. We all know you're very busy." Wang Liang said.

"Okay, I'll go. I haven't seen our classmates for at least eight years..."

Chen Mo happily agreed.

Chen Mo was unhappy at the previous high school reunion.

College classmates, we haven’t seen each other for eight years, Chen Mo really wants to meet you all.

"Okay, I'll tell the squad leader and them!"

Wang Liang said happily.

When Wang Liang walked out of the door, he breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Looking at Wang Liang's leaving figure, Chen Mo felt a little uncomfortable.

He seemed to have seen himself in the previous life, the one who had been smoothed by poverty and life, and had lost his spirit...