What should I do if the avatar is getting more and more cute?

Zhou Qingluo finished singing "Planting the Sun", but Song Ling didn't leave.

"Why don't you leave?"

Song Ling stopped suddenly. Zhou Qingluo was unprepared and dragged Song Ling forward.

But he didn't pull it, instead, he was pulled back by Song Ling with such great strength that he didn't look like his legs were so painful that he couldn't walk.

What does a 1.8-meter old man look like being dragged around by another 1.8-meter tall man and played with in the palm of his hand?

"It seems that you can leave without my help."

Just as Zhou Qingluo wanted to shake off someone's hand on his shoulder, he gasped, with a painful expression on his face.

"I have cramp in my foot."

Zhou Qingluo stopped moving his hands, looked down at his legs, his legs were stretched very straight, "Then can you walk? How about going there to rest first?"

"No, just keep supporting me."

Although Zhou Qingluo had never had cramps before, he still had some basic common sense. Cramps seemed to kick the soles of the feet.

He pressed down on Song Ling's shoulder, "Sit down, and I'll kick the soles of your feet for you."

Song Ling was silent for a moment, "Let's go over there and have a rest."

The two were walking towards the bench when two men running at night ran towards them.

The two of them were running, when suddenly one of them uttered an "Aww" and sat down on the ground, pinching his calf with a distorted expression.

"No, my leg is cramping."

Another person squatted down quickly, pushed back his feet hard, and kicked his soles hard.

"Damn it, fuck it lightly, do you want to kick me through?"

The man kept silent, let him howl, kicked him twice more, and pulled him up again, "Are you still smoking?"

He stomped his feet and said happily, "Hey? Stop smoking? It still hurts a little."

The two ran away again, taking time to look back at Zhou Qingluo and Song Ling as they ran.

Zhou Qingluo faintly heard one of them say to the other: "These two are so strange, what's so interesting about cramping feet, just stand here and watch for a long time."

Zhou Qingluo slowly turned his head to look at Song Ling.

Song Ling didn't change his face, "I was just about to ask you, Zhou Qingluo, what's interesting."

Zhou Qingluo let go of Song Ling's hand with a half-smile, "Your cramps are a little graceful."

"But my leg hurts, I still need help."

Zhou Qingluo didn't look back.

"Today is my birthday, how can you be so fierce?"

Song Ling looked at Zhou Qingluo's back, and smiled silently. At this time, he was like a rascal, but he loved it.

He shook his head slightly, followed Zhou Qingluo's footsteps, and followed Zhou Qingluo in no time. He stretched out his long arms, wrapped his arms around Zhou Qingluo's neck, and with a hook, brought him to his side.

Zhou Qingluo yin and yang said strangely, "Hey, are you walking like flying?"

"No way, some people don't care about it, so they have to be physically disabled and strong."

"I said, can you walk well without hooking your shoulders?"

"Aren't you a straight man? Is this taboo?"

Zhou Qingluo was stunned. He hadn't researched his own sexuality in detail. Last time, he also suspected that he was curvy. This time he felt it too. It was too faint, and he was too tired to think about it before it disappeared.

But he knew clearly that from now on, he didn't want Song Ling to end up like that. He would forget the set plot, treat Song Ling as a friend, and help him get out of the swamp.

Zhou Qingluo looked directly into his eyes and asked tentatively, "Have you thought about moving out of your house and living independently?"

Song Ling turned his head to look into the distance, his eyes were as gloomy as the black night sky.

He smiled coolly: "Hurry up, give me some time to clean up."

"Also, you said that you would not joke about your own life, you remember."

Song Ling raised his hand and rubbed his head, "Okay."

He will try to get better slowly, slowly accept the ups and downs of the world and the warmth and warmth of human relationships, and strive to walk toward the light.

Zhou Qingluo had a good night's dream, but the employees of Baomu Group's Information Security Center didn't sleep well all night.

Ghost Festival spent with ghosts in the company.

I didn't expect to spend the next few days with ghosts.

The group has just acquired a small company engaged in imported seafood trading, and this company has been reported for importing seafood grown in heavy metal-polluted sea areas. After an in-depth investigation by the relevant departments, several kinds of heavy metals in more than a dozen kinds of seafood were indeed found to exceed the standard.

The point is that the reporting process is very mysterious. It first broke out in the little-known Minsheng forum. The data is very detailed, including the original contract.

Then he was targeted by his peers, and it was widely spread, and then ordinary people posted the diagnosis of heavy metal poisoning and the purchase records of the company's seafood on Weibo.

It's a big deal, and it has been on the hot search for several days in a row.

The group's public relations department has already held a press conference to clarify to the public that the group did not know about the incident. It was the person in charge of the subsidiary who did not report the truth.

Baomu Group solemnly promises that it will definitely look inward and rectify the company.

The turmoil has calmed down a bit, but the stock price of Baomu Group has plummeted in the past few days, its reputation has been damaged, and its market value has evaporated by billions.

The public relations department left work early after finishing their work, leaving a group of programmers to work overtime. It was a task personally assigned by the chairman's office, saying that they would do their best to find loopholes in the group's intranet.

I was speechless.

Why are programmers so miserable everywhere!

A few days ago, the boss suddenly went crazy and said that he wanted to check the firewall of the financial system. They just worked overtime to upgrade the company's firewall. The group's network security is very good and solid, and there is no trace of hacker attack at all.

Only a few days later, the boss has to toss about the firewall again. Could it be that the boss has some serious illness and always feels that hackers are attacking the group.

After working overtime for several days in a row, the programmers couldn't stand it anymore and complained a lot.

"I think we should check to see if it was reported by an internal employee, instead of tossing our programmers."

"Isn't the group ignorant? What does it have to do with us? It's the fault of the subsidiary."

"And didn't you just order to upgrade the firewall a week ago?"

Director: "Okay, let's get to work."

The timid can only complain softly, but the bold take action.

One of the programmers picked up a plaid shirt jacket draped over a chair and headed out.

The director glanced at him, "Zhao Dayu, what are you doing?"

Zhao Dayu put the plaid shirt on his shoulders, and said lazily: "Go home after get off work and sleep."

"I said I can get off work?"

Zhao Dayu laughed, "Give up, you can't find any trace of the attack."

Everyone looked at him suspiciously.

Someone asked: "Da Yu, what do you mean? Has a hacker really attacked our internal network?"

Zhao Dayu said lazily: "Yes, END."

Everyone was shocked, and the sound of clacking and typing on the keyboard stopped abruptly.

"What? END?"

"How is it possible? He has disappeared for a long time."

"I've always thought that END is a self-proclaimed god in hacker forums, and this person doesn't exist at all."

Zhao Dayu smiled: "The person who reported it has not been found out yet, and it is not even clear where the Internet is, and the company has not found a trace of data export. It is not a hacker, what is it? The company's firewall is maintained by everyone here. Yes, I also specially invited top hackers from all over the world to test it, but they all returned in vain, and now they have been easily broken without leaving any traces, besides END, who else?"

Someone said bitterly: "Da Yu, aren't you an expert in this field? You won the world championship in the network security competition."

Zhao Dayu was originally a hacker, but later switched to the field of network security. A few years ago, he debuted as a genius boy, and he stood up in the industry with the myth of immortality. He broke the myth that the field of network security is a youth fan. At the age of 30, he won the World Cyber ​​Security Competition champion.

Baomu Group hired him with a high salary, skipped the probationary period, and became the technical chief with a salary grade of A. Except for having no administrative power, he was at the same level as the director.

Zhao Dayu was not annoyed either, and patted the man's shoulder with a smile, "If END comes out, he will be the champion of the universe. I can't compare to him. You can do it."

The director was more or less experienced in management, so he said to Zhao Dayu: "This is a contest between you and END, don't you plan to try it?"

How could Zhao Dayu fail to see his provocative method, and shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "In front of him, I am willing to lie flat."

After Zhao Dayu finished speaking, he went out.

Director: "Zhao Dayu, if you go out today, it will be regarded as voluntarily giving up your position in the company."

Zhao Dayu laughed: "The contract posted on the Internet was not uploaded by taking photos or scanning, but was downloaded directly from the group's archives. END has left clues. The string of data on the contract should be the contract in the company. internal number."

The director, who was still plausible, changed his face slightly and remained silent.

Zhao Dayu mocked: "The contract is in the archives. It is impossible for the group to be ignorant of this matter. What do I do in this kind of company? Help sell poisonous seafood to my family?"

After Zhao Dayu finished speaking, he strode away.

The people in the whole office looked at each other in blank dismay.

After a long silence, someone said slowly, "Really, the group really knows about the subsidiary..."

Director: "Do you have any evidence? Just believe a resigned person without evidence?"

Everyone was silent and continued to work hard. Although they were silent, the seafood poisoning incident was like a thorn in their hearts.

The company was in turmoil, and the Song family was not in peace.

Song Xuelian sat gracefully and luxuriously on the sofa, drinking tea slowly, while Song Zhaoguang carefully sat beside her and waited on her.

Song Xuelian snorted coldly: "The market value has evaporated by 20 billion, old Song, how many of you and Song Ling can you buy with 20 billion?"

Song Zhaoguang: "Honey, I..."

Song Xuelian: "Our Jinyi sympathizes with your father and son's deep love, and has not had a kidney transplant for so long. If this Song Ling is still so ignorant, you can go with him."

Song Zhaoguang thought to himself how could Song Jinyi, a cold-blooded animal, sympathize with the deep love between father and son, but Song Ling was unwilling to sign the agreement, and he had the bargaining chip to destroy the Song family, so the Song family had nothing to do.

But hearing what Song Xuelian said, Song Zhaoguang immediately panicked.

He has no education, and he worked hard for a long time before he climbed the big tree of the Song family. When he and Song Xuelian were in love, Song Xuelian was already three months pregnant.

For so many years in the Song family, he swallowed his humiliation and humbled himself, and he regarded a sick child who was not his own as his ancestor, and he was about to see the light of day.

Song Xuelian was in poor health. Song Jinyi inherited her blood disease, which was even more serious than hers, and also had kidney disease. He had always paid attention to health care, and when they were all dead, the Song family would fall into his hands sooner or later.

If it wasn't for that woman dangling in front of him all day long, he wouldn't be unable to restrain himself, and Song Ling wouldn't have come to this world. It's not fair, Song Ling's blood type and kidney match Song Jinyi's.

Without Song Ling, Song Jinyi would have died long ago, Song Xuelian was just a woman and child, and the Song family would have fallen into his hands long ago.

Song Zhaoguang had a hippie smile on his face: "Honey, why don't you let Jin Yi have the operation, we'll find someone else for the blood transfusion."

Song Xuelian: "Old Song, it is said that the poison of a tiger does not eat its own child, you are really cruel."

"Jin Yi is my child, and I have only one child, Jin Yi. It is said that there are experts abroad who can treat this blood disease. After Jin Yi's operation, we can send him abroad for treatment."

Song Xuelian stood up from the sofa, pointing at Song Zhaoguang and cursing: "Well, Song Zhaoguang, you send Jin Yi abroad, and Jin Yi can come back? I don't know what you're planning?"

Fortunately, Song Jinyi was smart and ruthless, otherwise the Song family would have fallen into the hands of Song Zhaoguang, a white-eyed wolf.

I don't know what his father likes about him, so he has to separate her from his first love, and let such a thing get married.

Song Zhaoguang quickly apologized with a smile, "You think too much, please do it, I won't say anything, you go up to rest first, don't get angry and ruin your body."

Song Xuelian rushed upstairs angrily, turned around halfway there, and said sadly: "If Song Ling has any more troubles in the future, you will get out."

Song Zhaoguang's eyes sank, Song Xuelian said that he was a tiger's poisonous eater, so why not, they are a kind of people, in order to occupy the Song family's wealth, their own children can be sacrificed.

But using the children of both parties to hold each other back, after so many years, a delicate balance has been reached.

Shareholders were also affected by the poisonous seafood incident. As soon as the poisonous seafood incident broke out, Baomu’s stock price plummeted continuously.

Among them is Zhao Cheng.

Zhou Qingluo went to work refreshed early in the morning. He had already thought about it. In order for Song Ling to get rid of the Song family and return to Guangming, he must first be financially independent.

As long as you experience independence, you will not be at the mercy of others.

And Song Ling had already promised him that it would take some time to clean up.

After all, with so many grievances, it takes time to settle them.

However, it might be a bit difficult for Song Ling to maintain such a luxurious life on his own.

He had to help figure it out.

Seeing that Zhao Cheng was downcast, Zhou Qingluo packed up his good mood and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Chengsheng wailed to him helplessly: "Qing Luo, I bought stocks for the first time in my life, and I was locked up."

Zhou Qingluo listened to Zhao Cheng crying for a long time. It turned out that he bought the shares of Baomu Group last month. , I thought that Baomu’s public relations would be successful over the weekend, and it would rise sharply on Monday, but I didn’t expect it to still fall.

Zhou Qingluo: "Why don't you stop trading in stocks."

Zhao Cheng: "That won't work, you don't manage money, money ignores you."

Zhou Qingluo: "The most urgent thing is to think about how to get rich, not financial management, or you can cut your meat and run away, and make money first."

Zhao Cheng: "Don't cut it, I believe that Baomu Group, a bull stock, will definitely rise back. Baomu didn't know about the accident in the subsidiary."

Lou Yang also came out to persuade: "The experts in the network security forum have analyzed that this time Baomu's information leak was a hacker attack, and the contract was directly down from the intranet. Baomu really doesn't necessarily know about it."

Lou Yang also called up the forum interface, a host named [Looking for Big Fish] posted an analysis, saying that the firewall of the Baomu Group archives was attacked by hackers [END], and called up the contract.

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Lou Yang: "It is said that the chief technology officer of Baomu Group's information security center has resigned. It seems that it was really a hacker attack, and there is indeed such a thing."

Zhou Qingluo: "Are you sure it's END?"

Lou Yang: "Except for him, I feel like no one can do it."

It turned out that Song Ling said, give him some time to clean up, is this "clean up"?

How far is he going to clean up?

Planning to kill brother and father and make Baomu Group dirty?

Lou Yang nodded, "Yes, that's the most awesome hacker I told you about last time, my idol."

Zhou Qingluo was silent for a moment, and asked again: "How do hackers like END make money if they don't commit crimes?"

Lou Yang: "My God! Hackers can attack and defend. Do you know how many Internet technology companies are waiting to dig END? Do you know how much the highest annual salary is?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head.

Lou Yang: "Start with a million!"

Zhou Qingluo's eyes widened: "So many!"

Lou Yang: "However, hackers are proud, and most of them don't want to enter the company and be controlled by others. Why do you suddenly ask this?"

Zhou Qingluo: "I will find a way to let him go to work!"

As soon as Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, everyone looked at him.

Lou Yang's voice raised eight degrees: "Do you know END??"

Zhou Qingluo paused, realized that he had slipped his tongue, and quickly covered himself up: "How could I know him? I have a distant relative who calls himself a hacker every day. I was thinking, isn't it illegal to hack other people's network systems? See Is there any serious way to make money?"

Afraid that Lou Yang would ask any further questions, Zhou Qingluo changed the subject and said to Zhao Cheng, "Why don't you cut Baomu's stock? What's so good about a company that sells poisonous seafood?"

Zhao Cheng was a little shaken: "Lou Yang, is this forum real or fake?"

Lou Yang: "This forum is where our professionals gather. It's generally true. Selling poisonous seafood and doing this kind of unconscionable business has stepped on everyone's bottom line. Sooner or later, it will be over and cut off."

Zhou Qingluo: "Cut."

Zhao Cheng looked at the stocks that had lost nearly 5000 yuan, and his heart was pierced.

Zhou Qingluo and Lou Yang beat him: "Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhou Qingluo raised his head subconsciously, and his gaze met the person who came.

But before the mouth had time to brake, the inertia generally continued to call Zhao Cheng, "Cut, cut."

Seeing that it was Song Ling who came, he was taken aback for a moment, and the "cut" behind him became weaker.

Song Ling paused.

What did Zhou Qingluo call himself with a smile on his face?

elder brother?

or brother?