doomsday beta

It was already late at night when the Ark rolled off the production line, and the detention center was full of snoring sounds. The 12 people next door were sleeping horizontally on the big bunk, arms touching legs, and it was very crowded.

The ark that occupies one room can roll on the spacious bed.However, he glanced at the beds where he didn't know how many people had slept, just found a place to sit down casually, and slept all night against the wall with his clothes closed.

The next morning, Li Liangfeng and others, who were implicated because of their cheap talk, had breakfast, and each wrote a thought report to correct their attitudes. After the family members paid the bail, they bid farewell to Fang Zhou one after another, and left with every step.

In the morning, Li Chui and his employees encountered ideological education that made them dizzy, and they wished to swear to the sky that they would be a new person in the future, so they left at noon with nothing to worry about.

The breeze in the sleeves is Li Chui's feeling, which is purely literal.

It is mainly manifested in the desolate feeling that Li Chui has been baptized physically and mentally when the warm and cold spring breeze pours into his clothes.

Gein's studio was sealed up, and due to changes in business content, he was also notified by the industry and commerce department: the business license was revoked. ——Although when the catastrophe strikes, the studio is not important anymore, but after all, I have invested all my wealth and carried the hard years of entrepreneurial struggle, suddenly lost, and my heart is empty, I always have to slow down.

Because of his meritorious service in assisting the rescue, Fang Zhou judged that there was no danger tendency after a morning of psychological diagnosis, and then received an afternoon of ideological education, saying that he would not use the privilege of wireless Internet access to log in to the game privately, and he could only leave after turning on GPS positioning for supervision. Go home and wait for the court summons.

At the same time, the businessman surnamed Qin who illegally embezzled citizen information to make a profit is still facing interrogation and explained the process of committing the crime:

He is engaged in Japanese trade, and he once met an American businessman. At 2:28 on February 11, when Qin was chatting with him, he was keenly aware of the business opportunity from the tone he leaked when he showed off his well-informed information, and immediately let him know. The company's technical department invaded the resident registration system, collected information, and started code grabbing.

Across the vast Pacific Ocean, in the lounge of a certain country in North America, Guo Jia learned about the situation and asked, "How far is the news spread in China?"

"Currently only in the game circle."

Secretary Chang said: "The user group of "Noah's Ark" does not involve the wealthy and their heirs. They are mainly concentrated in the upper-middle class and some idle people among the children of rich families. They are on the fringes of the upper class and have a relatively weak voice."

"Even in the United States, the news is only disseminated within the inner circle of the upper class. Those who hear the news in the country are the top of the pyramid-the wave of people who have not been involved in games. They either speculate on the cause of the news and are dubious; or regard it as nonsense, like There is no time and energy to explore the rumors of alien experiments in Area 51 in the United States. They don’t have the time and energy to explore the truth. Or those who have a wide range of transactions and accidentally get information—such as a businessman surnamed Qin, are mostly kept in the dark. In Dongshi, the news is mainly concentrated in Qin’s social circle, which radiates around the players, and so on. Not widely!"

"But only now."

Guo Jia frowned, "As the situation develops and becomes more serious, this temporary fault barrier will be broken sooner or later..."

The point is that even the power of the whole country is powerless to prevent the deterioration of the situation.

"Have you found the source of the smuggled game pod?"

"I found out that the interns newly recruited by the scientific research team failed to resist the temptation of money and stole the research materials of the cabin. They have already been caught. Now, we have sealed off the cabin factory and confiscated the goods in stock, but the materials purchased behind the scenes , The person who placed the order is hiding very deep and has not been found yet."

"In other words, there will be a large number of game cabins flooding the market?"

Guo Jia said it right.

Secretary Chang was silent.

Guo Jia walked to the French window.

At the beginning of March, there is still a tail of cold winter here, and the picturesque beauty of the Maple Leaf Country has not yet awakened from the peaceful hibernation. The streets are quiet in the early morning, and there are young people in windbreakers, jackets, and woolen skirts. Men and women stroll by.

Occasionally, when the wind blows, the red and white maple leaf national flag flutters in the wind on the high flagpole in front of the government building. ——everything is so peaceful.

But under the illusion of calm, there is a hideous storm.

And the turbulent prelude is about to strike.

Guo Jia looked back and said:

"Strictly control the manufacturing factories and the buyer's market, and catch people as soon as possible!"

Secretary Chang nodded and checked the time.

"Chairman! There is still a quarter of an hour before the special meeting of the eight-country summit on resettlement of Japanese survivors and disaster response. Are we ready to enter?"

"Let's go." Guo Jia turned around and walked out of the rest room first.

……

When Fang Zhou walked out of the police station, the sun was already setting outside, and the sunset was like blood.

A row of luxury cars are parked beside the road, making people look back frequently.

Li Liangfeng and the others either leaned on the car door, or sat in the front of the car, or whispered to each other, or failed to strike up a conversation with the guard like Li Chui.

Looking up to see Fang Zhou, Li Chui squeezed out the cigarette butt, and surrounded him with others.

"Fuck! I've been waiting all afternoon, these people are so procrastinating!"

"Let's go, brothers and sisters will take you to have a meal, to get rid of bad luck!"

Fang Zhou did not refuse the kindness of several people, and boarded an off-road vehicle.

Li Chui got into the car and asked Li Liangfeng who was driving, "Is it the Fisherman's Hotel?"

"No, go to Sea Overlord."

Li Chui's eyes lit up, "The one next to Donggang? It is said that shark meat is sold?"

Li Liangfeng nodded, started the car and said:

"People who were stranded in Japan were being sent back one after another today. It happened that a distant cousin of mine was on the announced rescue list and notified her parents to come to Donggang to pick up the people. The two parents directly organized a private rescue team to go to Japan because of the loss of contact with their cousin. Now I was still floating at sea, so I entrusted my family to help pick them up. I thought, isn’t this a ready-made survivor? Just to ask the truth about terrorist attacks and martial law, is the sinking of Japan true or false?”

Li Chui expressed his understanding, and turned his head to take care of his good brother. Fang Zhou had already closed his eyes and rested his mind, showing a dull face, obviously wanting to be quiet.

Li Chui clicked his tongue, and talked with Li Liangfeng about the studio's "great achievements" in preempting nearly one million invitation codes, bragging all the way from the Public Security Bureau to Donggang.

After entering the Donggang Expressway, the car gradually stopped shortly after passing the toll booth.

Fang Zhou opened his eyes amidst the sound of the whistle.

On the spacious expressway, on the left side of the departure port, the spring breeze dances leisurely on the road, with a clear view, and you can see the eye-catching Donggang Passenger Terminal in front of you at a glance.

On the other side of the green belt, the turbulent traffic flow to Hong Kong stagnated as if gradually frozen.

Four, four, three, three, large and small vehicles occupy the four lanes, and the owners and passengers who get off one after another shuttle between the cars and the gaps between the cars, squeezing the ten-meter-wide lane into an airtight, even the emergency parking belt. Did not let go.

"Why is it so blocked?"

Li Hammer probed his head and caught a glimpse of a team of reporters getting out of a black van carrying a camera. They slid across the traffic, climbed over the green belt, and started a [-]-meter sprint from the other side of the open space. "Are you rushing to reincarnate?"

"After all, we have to get the first-hand news of the 'Japanese Terrorist Attack'. Everyone is working hard." Jiang Mi got out of the car, glanced at her high heels, frowned and said, "How about I go to Haibawang to order first, and wait you?"

Tong Ping nodded in agreement.

As an activist, Li Chui naturally didn't want to miss the scene, so he took his good brother Fang Zhou together and split up with his best friend.

The passenger station is noisy.

When I found the crowded exit, I saw relatives and friends surrounded by the isolation zone, watching the lost relatives and friends filing out, weeping with joy.

Some parents hugged the arms and legs of the soldiers and thanked them incoherently.

The soldiers also worked hard, comforting the parents and warning the reporters.

Despite the lack of resources, there were still many excited relatives and friends who were pushed and almost turned into a stampede. A few journalists who were afraid of chaos ignored the scolding, crossed the isolation zone, and rushed to interview the men and women who had returned home.

The bold ones even put the microphone on the faces of the soldiers on duty and asked about the inside story of the terrorist attack.

Before the soldier could speak, a hand reached out to grab the microphone.

The reporter turned around and was surprised to see a male student who was still hugging his uncle across the isolation belt smashing the microphone, and screamed in fright: "Why are you crazy?!"

Even the male student's uncle was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly stopped him, apologizing to the reporter.

The reporter refused to let go, asked the photographer to point the camera at the male student, pulled the corner of the soldier's clothes next to him and shouted: "Everyone is watching! There are also soldiers who testified that this victim who returned from the Japanese terrorist attack turned into a thug for no reason. attacking journalists!"

The male student stared at a pair of wet eyes that had just cried but had no deterrent force, and looked coldly at the reporter from panic.

I don't know if the reporter seemed a little excited because he got the material that could fabricate news.

The male student sneered and said in a hoarse voice, "You are the one I fucked!"

After finishing speaking, he took a step forward and knocked the reporter away, grabbed the soldier's hand, pointed to the bruise on the soldier's chin, and said, "Why, you know it hurts? The microphone bruises the man's chin, and the soldier is copper-skinned iron. Bones don’t know pain?!”

While talking, another hyena-like reporter team was entangled with the reluctant returning girls and passed by.

The male student lifted his foot and kicked it, and the cameraman who was carrying the equipment fell to the ground. The twenty-pound camera fell out of his hand, smashed to the ground, and the lens shattered.

The fragments splashed and the onlookers took a few steps back in fright. The reporter's yelling voice was frightened a few decibels, and the survivors who were hugging their relatives with tears in their eyes all stopped in shock and hiccupped.

The male student wiped away the blood on the back of his hand, kicked away the photographer who clamored for hundreds of thousands of equipment to pull his trouser legs, and turned his head to see the soldier approaching, so he stopped his cruelty and said in a polite voice: "I don't Make trouble! I will pay for equipment! I will reimburse medical expenses! I will also pay for mental damage!"

"Fuck you! It's amazing to be rich!" The photographer got up angrily, but was stopped by the soldiers to appease him.

Soldiers around rushed to see the situation.

Only the male student at the center of the incident gave the worried uncle a look of nothingness, and walked towards the reporter and photographer before, and the two backed away in fright.

"Return what? Did you still want to shoot me just now?"

"Don't run! I'll let you shoot!"

"Shoot well! Shot clearly!"

The male student turned his face to the camera, his eyes were bloodshot, the photographer tripped in fright, and sat down on the ground with the equipment on his buttocks.

The male student also bent down "considerately" to find the camera.

"Some of you reporters, like those carrion-eating hyenas, like to pick people's wounds, right? Don't fucking embarrass them as soldiers! The rescuers are not a group of people, and they don't know what you ask!"

"...Then, what do you know?" The male reporter approached next to him and asked weakly.

"Me?" The male student said, "I know."

"Then, can I ask about the current situation in Japan?"

"Why is a terrorist attack requiring martial law across the island?"

"Which terrorist organization did it?"

The surrounding reporters seemed to have found a breakthrough, rushing forward.

The male student's expression became more and more sarcastic, scanning the faces, the slightly scarlet eyes were a little scary.

The reporters' scalps were numb, but they refused to give up.

The male student bowed his head and leaned in front of the microphone with countless unknown news website brands, "I only say four words about that matter."

The reporters were stunned, and saw him twitching the corners of his mouth, mocking:

"No comment!"

While the reporters were stunned, the male student waved away layers of microphones, took out a business card from his uncle's bag, and threw it at the shattered video camera.

Leave a paragraph:

"Finally, I warn you: the country says martial law is martial law. Don't make a big fuss about the Japanese terrorist attack! Otherwise, the higher-ups won't be able to attack you little reporters. I, Zhao Jianwei, will make you all unemployed!"

"Fuck! Who is this? Crazy!"

Li Chui watched the male student drag his bewildered uncle away. The hyena-like reporters changed their previous attitude and moved out of the way one after another, without daring to pester him any more.

Qi said: "What's going on, this is?"

"Do you know where the news media is managed?"

"You mean..."

"The director's surname is Zhao."

Li Chui suddenly realized.

Li Liangfeng looked around but didn't find the target. He sighed, turned his head and began to gossip again: "I also heard that the Lord's biological mother just passed away, and his biological father married a stepmother who was 20 years younger. I ran away from home and stayed in Japan for seven or eight years. The father is afraid of deepening his grievances, so far he has not dared to have a second child. It can be seen that the baby is here! If it weren’t for people in the capital who can’t come here in a hurry, it’s the turn of these blind people The little reporter making trouble?"

Perhaps Zhao Jianwei took the lead, and the rest of the men and women were much tougher.

Some people with backgrounds followed suit and opened their mouths to "sue your wife and divorce"!Shut up "buy your company"!The attitude is "extremely arrogant", which may be due to the friendship of sharing weal and woe, and they are very protective of each other.

What's even more surprising is that these originally rebellious rich children are extremely protective of the soldiers.

There is a student studying in Japan who is always keen to slander China's environment, system, humanities, and national quality, and has become popular on the Internet because of his frequent nonsense.

Changing from his previous annoying online image, he reluctantly held the soldier's hand and confessed with red eyes.

What is "I was young and ignorant and my eyes were stained by the superficial appearance of the world outside", and what is "Now I know that the country is good, there must be a country before there is a family, if it is not for the motherland to move forward, how can so many people eat it I’m full and gossiping on the Internet all day long,” or “I will reform myself in the future, respect the motherland, and love my compatriots,” and so on.

He also asked the dumbfounded parents to buy a carload of flowers, and asked each person to give a bouquet to the soldiers who worked hard for the people.

This look of knowing how to return from a lost way moved the two elders to tears, and the elders were greatly relieved.

"Finally sensible..."

……

When the flow of people gradually subsided, Li Liangfeng finally received his distant cousin who had been late.

The contact between the two was limited to looking at the photos and introducing each other, but they were at a loss for words.

The girl who survived the catastrophe was taciturn, and Li Liangfeng, who wanted to liven up the atmosphere several times, was frustrated and shut up.

It was still Li Chui who was good at speaking, stepped forward to start a conversation, and started a chat with the girl.Without saying a word, after walking several hundred meters, when I got back to the car, I saw a pack of tissues stuck on the windshield.

"What does it mean?"

Li Chui held it in his hand and saw that there was a WeChat QR code printed on the back.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Li Liangfeng thought of something, "Scan and see."

After scanning the WeChat business card, Li Chui said in surprise: "Fuck! Are there WeChat merchants in the game cabin?"

The people next to them rolled their eyes.

"Fuss."

"Click to see!"

You can tell from the tone that this is not the first time this has happened.

Li Chui thought of the source of the game cabins where these masters were confiscated again, clicked his tongue, and entered the official account.

The column push that caught my eye was: "Revealing the Truth About the Sunset: Reasons why you must have a game cabin One, two, three, four, five!" ", the column picture is the poster of "Japan Sinks 2029".

The content neatly listed below is eye-catching.

[Doubtful starting point 1]: The whole island is under martial law because of a terrorist attack?

In the article, satellite images were posted, and there was only an ocean left in the Japanese area, with scattered island wreckage floating around.Contrast that with online terrorists changing their images to protest.

[Doubtful Big Bottom 2]: Nationals who went to Japan lost contact or survived?

The article posted a picture of the survivors collectively signing a non-disclosure agreement.

"Fuck! This micro-business is quite powerful?" Li hammer pointed to the non-disclosure agreement, "Is this true?"

Several people turned their heads in unison, looked at a certain cousin who was already sitting in Li Liangfeng's car, exchanged glances with each other, and sent Li hammer out.

As soon as Li Chui asked about the four words of the non-disclosure agreement, the cousin's expression changed slightly, and then she shook her head, expressing that she hadn't heard of it and didn't know, and immediately closed the door of the passenger seat, as if refusing to talk.

Li Chui shrugged and came back, and several people continued to look up.

Click on the main content hanging at the top, the reasons for one, two, three, four, five are not five, but:

One, two, three, four, five, go online to play games, and once the data is opened, disaster strikes!

With the game cabin in hand, you are not afraid of natural disasters, and you can stay safe at home. You deserve it!

The soundtrack is still "Going Up the Mountain to Fight Tigers".

"...fabricating a confidentiality agreement, inciting terrorism, and one, two, three, four, five?"

Li Chui pretended to be exaggerated: "In order to sell goods, these wechat merchants really use all kinds of tricks!"

It's a pity that these remarks were not echoed, and Li Liangfeng and others all looked silent when they looked up.

"What's your expression like?"

"It's better to have a believable expression."

"It's not a bad thing to be more prepared for this kind of thing."

After talking, they all came to share their business cards and placed orders one after another.

At this time, the whistle sounded, and a traffic policeman riding a motorcycle was clearing the road. Li Chui also gave up his appearance, got into the car and rushed to Haibawang.

Along the way, Li Chui harassed the cousin in the front seat, using various clichés.

But this cousin is very strict with her mouth, except for the official statement of martial law on terrorist attacks, she doesn't reveal her words at all.

Li Hammer deliberately mentioned that cabins have been completely banned in China. Seeing that his cousin was stunned for a moment, he thought he could break through here—after all, as a player who witnessed the sinking of Japan and escaped disaster because of the game, he should be aware of the importance of logging in to the game. I know it well.

But the cousin immediately turned her head again, looked at the shadow of the trees receding rapidly outside the window, put on a look of not wanting to talk, and said: "The cabin will be banned from above, there must be a reason for the ban."

The attitude of support is self-evident.

Li Chui moved closer to Fang Zhou's ear, who was also looking at the scenery outside the car, and muttered: "It seems that the country's rescue operation has attracted many diehards!"

"Yes." Fang Zhou, who had earned a lot of credit and fame in the rescue operation, said with little emotion.

When we arrived at Haibawang, the two girlfriends who had been waiting for a long time pointed to the cold dishes with very ugly expressions.

Li Chui quickly smoothed things over and asked the waiter to heat up the dishes.

When it was dark and full of wine and food, Li Chui and Fang Zhou went back in Li Liangfeng's car.

In the quiet car, Li Liangfeng was driving, while his cousin and Fang Zhou showed the backs of their heads indifferently, each looking at the street scene outside the window.

The restless Li Chui put his mind on the radio station and stretched his hands to adjust the channel.

"Zizi, zizi, zizi..."

"...Thanks to Mr. Zhang with the tail number 8866 for calling us and telling us that the congestion at the passenger station at 500 meters from the Donggang Expressway has been cleared."

"The news is 19 minutes, and the people's life in Dongfang is full of life. It is now 30:[-] Beijing time, and I was just in the Limin community..."

"... Today's news broadcast is over, thank you for listening, goodbye."

Skipping the familiar ending song, Li Chui tuned to the Voice of the World radio station, and the male anchor with a correct accent mentioned a piece of news on the news network just now:

"We all know that the G8 summit is known as the club of rich countries. In the group, there are Britain, France, Germany, the United States, Russia, Italy, Canada, and Japan. 1. But this time, China officially attended the G8, but Japan, which belongs to the Group of Eight, was absent, which must have attracted many people's doubts. What is even more confusing is that in previous years, the G8 was held in May, June and July However, this year it was held in a hurry as early as the beginning of March. It is inevitable to doubt whether these abnormalities are related to the terrorist attacks in Japan, and the Prime Minister’s lack of skills on April [-]st—”

Li Chui listened intently, and a certain cousin in the passenger seat suddenly changed the channel.

He pursed his lips, not waiting for the organization to speak.

In the new channel, the female anchor started the topic of "what happened to you under the martial law in Japan".

The listeners called to complain: the tickets booked a few years ago were suddenly cancelled, and millions of orders were lost!My relatives and friends in Japan lost contact. Fortunately, the country organized rescue in time, and they have returned to China one after another.

An enthusiastic listener called and said: "I wanted to ask what the child went through, but I cried as soon as I asked, and I cried as soon as I asked, which made me feel like I was exposing the child's scars."

This parent formed a parent group when the child lost contact. This time to discuss the issue of post-traumatic psychiatric treatment, I found that every child in the family kept silent about what happened in Japan, and refused to say anything when asked.

Parents lamented: "I want to come to Japan and the terrorist attack is very tragic..."

Before Lie Yin finished, his tail was cut off again, ending in a sudden frequency change.

Li Chui's chest heaved twice, he glanced at a certain cousin in front of him, and simply "snapped!" he turned off the radio, folded his arms and looked out the window like Fang Zhou.

The street scene beside the road is fleeting, along the street there are snack shops full of customers, boutique clothing stores that are deserted in front of the door, and many facades with closed rolling shutter doors and posted transfer notices.

Customers in twos and threes stopped under the plaques of "UNIQLO", "Shiseido" and "Charming Daily Makeup" and returned disappointed.

A complaint drifted in, "Hey, when will the Japanese terrorist attack end? My Dr. Chengye facial cleanser, SK2 fairy water, ex-boyfriend mask, and Kao steam eye mask are all out of stock, and the online flagship store is all bought. Fake! And..."

The voice drifted away in an instant, and could not be heard clearly again.

The car turned a corner, and broke into a car 4S shop in the field of vision, which was being renovated. The workers stood on the square and took off the door plaque with "Toyota" written on it, and hung up the signboard of "China FAW".

Turn across this street, and further ahead is the Computer City.

Stores selling computers on the street put up out-of-stock notices, and the long entries all read: Sony, Hitachi, Panasonic, Toshiba, Fujitsu and other brands.Through the glass door, it can be seen that the bright and clean interior is half empty, and the display cabinets of related brands are all empty.

Even in a high-end fruit store, the white strawberries, thumb watermelons, heart-shaped lemons, pentagonal oranges and other special Nissan products that they rely on for their livelihood have been removed from the shelves one after another.

Every aspect of life has long been unusual.

But the bustling, coming and going residents are still immersed in the illusion of peace.

The car was parked at a luxury hotel in the city center.

Li Liangfeng dropped a certain cousin off the bus, and the second stop was Li Chui's house.

Before getting off the car, Li Chui's mobile phone rang a WeChat notification, and found that it was a sharing message from a zombie account lying in the address book.

Because the avatar and name were changed, my mother didn't recognize her anymore, and she couldn't tell which big brother and big sister she was.

The note is Z19, the nameless person who was abandoned at the end of the list, who may have been playing cards with someone on the high-speed rail someday, and accidentally met someone who was added by accident.

Originally, Li Liangfeng was about to start the car, when Li Chui, who was about to get up, sat back down again and let out a long sigh.

He said with emotion: "Marx said it well, as long as there is a 50.00% profit, people can take risks, and if there is [-]%, they dare to trample on all laws in the world. It seems that Qin San's incident has aroused many people's minds."

Li Liangfeng rolled his eyes.

But only halfway up, it hangs down again.

In the chat box displayed by Li Chui, a share read:

"Registration Promotion 5 Minutes [-]!No kidding!If you meet you, you will earn!Do not miss passing through! "

In the thumbnail image displayed at the bottom, the fill-in boxes for various real-name information looked familiar, but when I clicked on it, it turned out to be a window for the registration invitation code.

I just skipped the homepage of the trading platform for exchanging advanced wealth, and sent the real-name information filling page for OPEN status.

Li Hammer asked: [What is this? 】

The other side replied quickly: [Extra fast!super easy!You fill it in, and share the generated symbol with me after filling it out!Isn't it easy! 】

Li Hammer: […]

Z19: 【Can I still lie to you?If you want to do it, brother can give you a deposit of 5 yuan first, and I will give you the final payment of 95 yuan after you send me the picture!You can't buy at a loss and you can't be fooled! 】

[To be honest, brother, you get a kickback for every order, right?How about being so positive? 】

[What is this called!Brother Development only costs a few dollars for a single order, how can it be as good as you for a hundred dollars!If it weren't for the fact that each person can only register once, I would have wished to come here by myself!Brother, this is my own spicy drink, so I let you enjoy it!You guys eat meat, brother, drink some soup by the way, is there a problem? 】

[No problem no problem. 】

Li Chui: [Do you know what to fill in these?Dare to fix it like this? 】

Z19: [Isn't it just registration promotion?Brother understands!Other registrations on the Internet are five yuan and ten yuan, just like drizzle!This will be done in minutes, and one hundred will be at your fingertips!It's so profitable!If it weren't for good things, I wouldn't miss you guys either!don’t worry!Although you need to fill in your ID card for registration information, you can’t see it here!I can't mess with you!My brothers and sisters, parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, aunts, and aunts are all safe and sound, and everyone earns hundreds of thousands of dollars every minute. Everyone said that next time there is such a good thing, don’t forget to look for them again!No problem at all!Don't worry, it's fine! 】

[Brother, to tell you the truth, this is to register for the holographic online game invitation code that is completely banned!You do this, don’t you…]

【What is it?What is banned above is the cabin, and what I made is the code, and it is not illegal!I said can you do it or not?Don't mess with me and find someone else, wasting so much of my time! 】

"How can this be done?"

Li Chui clicked on the trading platform on the official website, and saw that today's exchange items have become: career (study) and family (love).

Entering the transaction page of the mall, many Chinese merchants put up invitation codes, with tens of thousands of stocks in stock, and were snapped up by netizens from all over the world within a few hours of being on the shelves.

Obviously Qin San took the lead, and many people found this lucrative business opportunity, but because of previous lessons, they did not intend to take risks and illegally infringe on citizens' personal information.

But come to think of it, whether you believe in the exchange items or not, you know more or less what you are selling, otherwise you would not have concealed the exchange page to avoid complications.

And ordinary people who can't afford to buy cabins have no chance to get a glimpse of the profits in the mall. Those who flock to the mall for a hundred yuan, scrambling to be the first, and even trick their relatives and friends to register, think they have made a big deal, but they don't know what they are losing. what is it...

There is no white pie in this world.

Seeing the poisonous pie being looted by people, Li Chui felt very uncomfortable!

"This matter can't be left alone! Each identity information can only be registered once for an invitation code. It is the game that assigns everyone a chance to escape. You can't just bury it in the hands of these profiteers! How can ordinary people have money to spend tens of thousands more in the future? Go buy back your own invitation code?!"

Li Liangfeng said: "Even if it is sugar-coated arsenic|shuang, one of them is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, what can you do?"

"No! I'll report it!"

Li Chui edited the text message and wrote to the mobile phone number starting with 138 of the East City Anti-Terrorism Office.