I'm still a boss after I retire

Xiao Yang trembled with anger: "Who did it!"

Everyone was taken aback by him.

Xiao Yang looked at the chip "corpse" on the ground, and the sadness in his eyes seemed to flow out in substance. "Who the hell crushed the chip!"

On the ground, I saw a small chip lying quietly on the ground, with tiny cracks at the corners, and countless tiny black particles scattered around it, the kind that can be easily overlooked if you don't look carefully.

Although the damage is small, it is enough, enough to destroy it.

The reason why the chip is precious is not only the scarcity of raw materials and the difficulty of making it, but also its integrity.

Each part of the chip has a different function. At first glance, it seems that only a few small particles are broken out at the corners, but maybe the whole chip will be scrapped because of this.

Xiao Yang yelled a few times, but no one answered him.

Maybe there are too many people in the lab, and no one noticed whether they accidentally stepped on a small chip, or maybe they knew it, but they just didn’t have the courage to admit it right now. After all, Xiao Yang’s yelling just now attracted the attention of the vultures. , What if you admit it at this time and get shot in the head?

Vulture walked in and looked at Xiao Yang who was holding something on the ground, "What's wrong?"

With great difficulty, Xiao Yang picked up the chip and all its scattered fragments, and carefully put them into a clean dish.

He raised his head and looked at the vulture angrily, and pointed out: "Turn these people to another place, they will influence me to save your sister-in-law!"

Before Simu Yu left, he confessed that Xiao Yang was the key to saving Si Gu Yu, and let Vulture and the others satisfy all his demands.

Hearing that the vulture didn't hesitate, he waved his hand and asked the brothers to move him to another room to stay there. There were only a few experimental assistants left by Xiao Yang in the laboratory.

Seeing that the laboratory was clean again, Xiao Yang breathed a sigh of relief, then checked the chip carefully, praying that it could still be used.

Woao Village.

Everyone took out the painting that had just been put into the wooden box.

Because just a few minutes ago, Wen Zhuo suggested to Simu Yu that since Simu Yu didn't know the usefulness of this painting, why don't you take it out and have a look together, brainstorming, maybe there will be a way.

Simu Yu agreed.

The paintings were taken out and placed neatly on the ground one by one.

Because of the hope of saving lives, everyone held back their grief for a while, and began to think about the use of this painting.

It stands to reason that the most common thing to look at is the content of the painting.

But a few people stared wide-eyed and tried hard, but they couldn't figure out what these paintings were.

It made Wenxia have to turn to Netpedia for help.

But the description in the encyclopedia is not complete, only a few paintings have annotations.

Wen Xia read it to everyone according to the above, scratching his head: "It seems that there is no connection?"

Yan Zhi suddenly remembered, he pointed to the painting he had bought back and asked Uncle Wen: "Is it because there are fake paintings in it? I remember that uncle told me that this painting was fake at the time, why are you still keeping it?" ?”

His words reminded everyone that everyone looked at Uncle Wen who might know the answer.

After all, he is mainly responsible for this matter.

Uncle Wen glanced at everyone, and said calmly: "No, these paintings are all authentic works of Slov."

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Wen said another sentence that made everyone wonder: "The Slov paintings circulating in the market are fake."

He coughed lightly, a little proud, "Those paintings were all drawn by Mr."

???

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you one by one, and they were all confused.

Uncle Wen had no choice but to explain it to them in detail.

Currently there are two kinds of Slov paintings circulating in the market, one is what everyone thinks is the real one, but it is actually made by Si Guyu, and the other is what everyone thinks is a fake, that is the real Slove painting.

This is Si Guyu's scheme.

Slov is not familiar with Si Guyu, but he has always been keen on studying Yackerberg's chip experiment.

Si Guyu's teacher, Roosevelt, once told him that before his death, Slov left a gift for Si Guyu, which might be useful to him in the future, and that gift was hidden in the painting.

At that time, Si Guyu didn't take it seriously. First, when he met Slov, the other party already had some dementia, which reduced the credibility of his words. Second, Si Guyu also detested those ugly paintings. He was probably Slov's biggest black powder.

It wasn't until Si Guyu found out that there was something wrong with the chip in his body that he paid attention to what he said.

So Si Guyu began to frantically collect Slov's paintings.

Slove's paintings are not easy to collect. First, his popularity is not very high, and the number of works is also very small. Second, the paintings are too ugly, which are not worth collecting for many people.

So, how to collect all the paintings in a short time?

Si Guyu thought of a way, which was also his bad taste.

He did it himself, copied many fake paintings according to Slov's style and painting techniques, and then processed them to make them look old.

Then secretly let it flow into the market.

The more popular and expensive Slov's paintings are, the more people will come out and claim to have Slove's paintings in their hands.

Because at the beginning, a certain mysterious businessman bought Si Guyu's paintings, giving everyone the illusion that this is the real work, but under the influence of someone with a heart, people think that the paintings painted by Slov himself are fakes.

"So Uncle has made money and collected all the paintings?" Hearing this, Yan Zhi finally understood and said, dumbfounded.

Wen Xia asked his brother in a low voice: "Uncle, is this considered a lie?"

Wen Zhuo gave his brother a cold look: "Uncle has a stage name called Slov, don't you know?"

Wen Xia: "..."

Wen Zhuo: "Besides, Uncle never said that the Slov painting he drew is the same person as the mathematician Slov."

Wen Xia: "..." It sounds so reasonable.

Having said so much, everyone will eventually return to their original goal.

The authenticity of the painting has been confirmed now, but the content of the painting is really incomprehensible.

Tuddles, colorful, but I don't know what I'm painting.

Tai Lun had been quietly standing aside watching, suddenly pulled Wen Zhuo, and said softly, "Pee."

Wen Zhuo hurriedly took him to the toilet, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, Tai Lun was Roosevelt's family member, maybe he would know something.

After going to the bathroom, Wen Zhuo asked Tai Lun, "Has anyone ever talked to you about the meaning of the painting you carried with you since childhood?"

Tai Lun looked at him innocently, but didn't understand: "The meaning?"

Wen Zhuo had no choice but to find out the painting that Tai Lun had brought with him, "Do you have anything to say?"

Wen Zhuo's expression was too serious, and Tai Lun was made very nervous by him, so he glanced at him timidly before turning his eyes to the painting.

Wen Xia couldn't stand it anymore, "Brother, don't scare him. Be kinder and follow me, kid, Ge Ge is not a bad person~"

Wen Zhuo gave his younger brother a cool look.

Wen Xia immediately shut up.

Tai Lun thought for a while, pointed at the painting and said, "Draw."

"Apart from painting, is there anything else?" Wen Zhuo asked.

Tai Lun thought about it again, and looked at Wen Zhuo puzzledly, "It's just painting."

Everyone looked at the two of them, and seeing that Tai Lun hadn't said anything else for a long time, they guessed that he didn't know.

Wen Zhuo thought the same way, he patted Tai Lun on the head, and didn't press him any further.

Unexpectedly, Tai Lun took the initiative to add a sentence at this time: "But there is something in the painting!"

"Is there something?" Wen Xia took the painting over and took a closer look, "What is it? Nothing?"

In fact, Tai Lun himself was not sure, he hesitated for a while, and looked at Wen Zhuo.

Wen Zhuo nodded to him, "It's okay, just tell me."

Tai Lun stretched out his hand to hook his little finger, and then said: "There is something on it, Grandpa said."

grandfather!

This word shocked everyone.

Tai Lun's grandfather is Si Guyu's teacher, the famous Roger Roosevelt!

What he said must be true.

Hearing this, Wen Xia looked again, making himself cross-eyed, but didn't see anything.

Thinking about it carefully, this sentence of Tai Lun seems to be nonsense, there is something on the painting - everyone has been looking for something on the painting!

Simu Yu also picked up one of the paintings to look at. These paintings were well protected, and each painting was fitted with an expensive frame. Glass keeps it out.

Cold to the touch.

Simu Yu suddenly had an idea, he took the painting and ran to the study.

In addition to the books, the study room also houses the equipment that Si Guyu used to make chips, but after Si Guyu's health problems, he seldom stepped in here.

Seeing this, the others guessed that Simu Yu had thought of something, and hurriedly followed him out.

Simu Yu removed the picture frame and took out the thin picture inside.

Put it under the scanner, and with a light sweep, a bunch of garbled characters appear on the computer screen.

Simu Yu squinted his eyes, his expression was very similar to Si Guyu's.

He entered the garbled code into Gu Yu's chip system, and then typed on the keyboard for a few minutes, a bunch of complex mathematical formulas came out one after another, and finally presented to everyone a complete string of more than ten Arabic numerals.

The people around Simu Yu were dumbfounded.

"Hold the grass! What kind of high technology is this?" Yan Shushu asked in surprise, "Is this not an ordinary painting?"

Wen Xia picked up the painting and touched it, "No, I think it's just ordinary paper covered with a layer of paint."

Wen Zhuo was on the side: "Be careful not to touch it."

Wen Xia was so frightened that he quickly put the painting back.

Simu Yu explained, "It is indeed just an ordinary painting, but Slov cleverly hid these numbers in the painting."

These messages are invisible to the naked eye and can only be read by machines.

He hides it very deeply, because the paintings are just ordinary paintings, so most people hardly think about it.

"I understand." Yan Zhi said, "No wonder his paintings are so ugly and lumpy. It turns out that his focus is not on the painting, but on the hidden message in the painting."

Ruan Chenling himself is familiar with these technologies, and in his opinion, it's not too strange: "So just scan it? Then as long as someone thinks of it, it's not too difficult to find."

Simu Yu shook his head, "No, it's just garbled characters after scanning. To put the garbled characters back in their place, you need to go through a set of procedures."

And this program, only Si Guyu has it.

This is a chip system, which was first invented by Roosevelt. The original intention was to manage mass-produced chips more systematically and comprehensively in the future.

Later, he gave this system to Gu Yu, and after Gu Yu's transformation, it became the system dedicated to Gu Yu's chips today.

This also means that only Si Guyu can unlock the password hidden in the painting.

As Roosevelt said, this is a gift from Roosevelt to Si Guyu!

Logically speaking, only he can dismantle it.

[The author has something to say]: Si Guyu's inspiration for selling paintings comes from the Japanese drama "Deception", and the scanning one comes from the American drama "Crime Scene Investigation". Both dramas are super good-looking!

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