"Is this a large-scale Internet data center room?" Wang Liang said to himself, "So, the three floors above ground are not the real database. There should be more underground. This... you have discovered an interesting place. When we get there this time, we will find a way to go there directly."
"Okay," Bai Song nodded seriously.
According to the electrician's clues provided by the doctor, the power consumption in this area is very large. People in different industries must have different understandings of "very large".
If a three-story building uses 120 degrees of electricity a day, many ordinary people think that it is a lot. In fact, a 5-kilowatt device only uses that much electricity a day. If an electrician says "very large", then the conservative estimate is that the daily power consumption is in the four digits. You should know that the power outages are frequent in X place, and this place is likely to have a dedicated line, which is definitely not invested in one or two days.
"To be honest, knowing it may not be useful. This thing can only be reported. After all, it's hard to manage in X place," Wang Liang sighed.
"Let's try to reverse engineer it. Wouldn't that be a good thing if we knew the IP?" Bai Song suggested.
"These things are not that simple, but the thing you obtained this time is indeed of very high value. It may not be obvious at our level, but I feel it will be useful to the people above." Wang Liang thought for a while and suddenly realized something: "Your clue... have you gone out?"
"Uh..." Bai Song could only nod.
"Who told you to go out? Don't you know how dangerous it is outside? Director Wei doesn't allow you to go out, so why are you still running out? You should know that Bai Song may have been put on someone's wanted list!" Wang Liang was so angry that he stamped his feet, then looked at Bai Song and the other man and said, "Are you okay?"
"I wasn't injured," Wang Huadong said, seeing that Bai Song was embarrassed to speak, he took over the conversation: "It was just raining heavily here, and I got some dirty stuff on me."
"That's good." Wang Liang thought the dirt was rainwater and sighed, "You guys should go to bed early."
Wang Liang knew Bai Song very well. There was no point in talking. After all these years of getting along with each other, he knew what kind of person Bai Song was. He was not reckless, but he never backed down. Bai Song had experienced more dangers than any of them, and his way of dealing with dangers was absolutely in place.
Wang Liang was not with Bai Song during the Xiangjiang incident. It was Bai Song who led Liu Shuyuan and Ren Xu out of the encirclement. Later, Bai Song took the initiative to carry out undercover missions and even shaved his head...
After hanging up the phone, Wang Liang sighed, took a sip of coffee, and then continued to look at the computer.
…
Bai Song is not concerned about that matter now, but the overlapping clues have appeared. Unconsciously, some of Feng Yiling's abandoned and discarded industries are related to Mi Mei. Moreover, Bai Song seems to feel that there are some familiar things in it.
This made him somewhat excited, as he already had some guesses about some things in his mind.
…
The rain is still falling, and this is really a good place for people who like rain.
Lying in bed, it was already eleven o'clock.
After hanging up the call with Xinqiao, Bai Song stared at the ceiling in a daze.
When he was on a mission before, he had little communication with Xinqiao, and he always said he was busy. Xinqiao basically knew everything and didn't ask. Now that he has completed all the tasks and is completely safe, he can finally chat on the phone and express his longing for her.
How could he not miss her? He had only seen Xinqiao once since the Chinese New Year.
Thinking of this, Bai Song put his arm close to his nose and smelled a stench.
Damn?
Not washed clean?
Feeling nauseous, Bai Song ran into the bathroom and prepared to take another shower, only to find that the water was out.
There was no other choice, so Bai Song used the drinking water to rinse his arm again, wiped it with soap, and then rinsed it.
Skatole is easy to wash off, but the faint smell of urine is really troublesome.
After hanging up the phone, Bai Song couldn't sleep. The room was too small, so he strolled out of the room and went to the only leisure and entertainment venue here, the billiard room.
This is a small activity room with a pool table. Bai Song is a terrible billiard player and has not made much progress over the years, so Wang Huadong usually doesn't play with Bai Song.
Huadong started playing billiards relatively early, and when he was in good shape he could easily clear the table with one shot in the ordinary 15-ball mode, so he had no chance of playing with Baisong.
When he arrived at the billiard room, Bai Song stretched his muscles, did a set of push-ups on the ground, then set up the billiard balls and planned to practice on his own.
Ball No. 6, middle pocket! Bai Song took a look and hit the ball decisively. The ball bounced around the table four or five times and finally stopped near the bottom pocket.
Keep aiming, ball number 6, bottom pocket!
It seemed like the ball had a grudge against Bai Song. Since Bai Song was playing alone, he wanted to hit the green 6 ball into the hole, but he hit it seven or eight times in a row and still didn't get it into the hole.
Looking around, Wang Huadong was not there. Bai Song was not afraid of embarrassment and continued to play ball number 6.
During these seven or eight strokes, based on the principle of great force leading to miracles, he had already pocketed two innocent balls, but the green 6 remained strong.
Middle pocket! Aim!
Missed.
This ball is very close. Even though Bai Song is so thick-skinned, he couldn't help playing by himself. He stood there feeling a little embarrassed. Then he analyzed how to hit this ball more appropriately, because after this hit, ball No. 6 became very far away.
"What's wrong? Can't calm down?" Wang Huadong came in from outside.
"Ah? Why are you here?" Bai Song asked.
"Are you playing ball or fighting? Every shot is so loud, how can I not hear it?" Wang Huadong looked at the nearly full table and said, "Not bad, I scored two balls."
"..."Bai Song did not respond.
Wang Huadong pulled out a club and said, "You want to hit No. 6. Although it's far, it can still bounce back to our bottom pocket. You have to have a plan in mind and concentrate. Are you thinking about all kinds of things?"
As he spoke, Wang Huadong held his breath and took a shot. Ball No. 6 hit the table wall in front of him as if it had hit a motor, then changed direction, crossed the entire longitudinal length of the table, and fell accurately into the bottom pocket.
"So accurate!" Bai Song was stunned: "Ah, you are right, I am a little uneasy."
"You saved my life again today." Wang Huadong glanced at Bai Song and said with a smile.
"Ah?" Bai Song didn't understand: "How did I save you?"
"If you hadn't brought out this pile of filth, we would both be in danger."
"Hey," Bai Song didn't care about this: "You didn't blame me for bringing you into a dangerous place, so that's fine."
“Danger is something you have to face if you choose this industry. Just like Sang Kyu, who knew his mission was so dangerous but still wouldn’t back down,” said Wang Huadong.
"You came here just to tell me this?" Bai Song asked.
"Of course not," Huadong looked at Bai Song, "I'm confused too. I still don't know who my opponent is in this case."
"There's no rush for this," Bai Song said, "By the way, Yuwen Lin is also coming to handle this case. I just heard from my leader." (Note: Characters in Chapter 1088)
"Yuwen Lin?" Wang Huadong felt that this name was unfamiliar.
"Oh, you don't know him. Senior Brother Sun Zhe introduced him to me. He is an expert in currency and accounting and knows a lot about digital currency. I heard from Wang Liang that a lot of the funds in this case are from these people."
“No wonder,” Wang Huadong nodded, “No wonder this currency has been so popular in recent years.”
"Right, we both got the upper hand, but we are the enemy," Bai Song said with a smile, "In fact, I figured out a lot of things today. When I was interning at Jinbao Street, there was a junior sister named Zhang Ning. She told me that the probability of women being victimized is much higher than that of men. I didn't understand it at the time. How could it be possible? Male groups are more adept at fighting bravely and violently, so the probability of them getting into trouble and being killed is definitely higher. But now I understand that most of us are actually in an information cocoon."
"Indeed," Wang Huadong nodded. "Big data is a double-edged sword. It has both advantages and disadvantages for us."
"I used to use other people's phones to browse Douyin, and the content was completely different from what I used on my own phone. I follow the daily newspaper, CCTV, etc., and I also like to watch military videos and cars, so I have all these here. It's nice to be able to read the news every time I browse Douyin for a while. But when I watch other people's, for example, Xinqiao's section has legal and beauty content, and Wang Liang's section is full of beauties..."
“…”
"In short, it is difficult for ordinary people to fight against algorithms, which influence us imperceptibly." Bai Song said: "Opposition is the thing that earns the most traffic. The biggest opposition on the Internet at present is gender opposition. In addition, there is the opposition between the north and the south, the opposition between eating coriander, the opposition between salty and sweet tofu pudding, etc. Anyway, the main purpose is to attract traffic. A lot of capital here is capital from unknown sources. Many things are fueled by invisible hands behind the scenes, and many ordinary people just go with the flow and form wrong ideas based on their one-sided sources of information. I have seen some people who are taking revenge on society, and many of them have been led to extremes..."
"You saw these a long time ago, right?" Wang Huadong sighed.
"Yes, our current main education model is exam-oriented education, but not every child is suitable for learning. Most teachers teach in the way of 'If you don't know, just memorize it'. They don't ask students to think, but only need to get a good score. It is said that only 4% of people have the ability to think for themselves in the long term. I believe this." Bai Song said: "I hope that one day, I can influence some people and make more people become more rational."
"Do you think this is possible? Can you do this alone?" Wang Huadong was not pouring cold water on him, he was telling the truth.
"I'll give it a try," Bai Song smiled, "Maybe this is the meaning of my life."
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