After washing the last bowl, Nie Ziqian turned to look at his mother.
"Mom, I know about the method you're talking about, but... we don't have enough time. We want to have the money to do the research as soon as possible."
The gaming world changes rapidly; time is everything.
That's right, whoever goes first gets to drink the first sip of soup.
"It's precisely because you're in such a hurry that accidents are more likely to happen."
How much do you know about this person who invested in you? Are you on good terms with them?
Can you trust him?
If you're unsure, just give them the core information. They'll take it to a professional team for research, and what chance will you students have?
Yes, times change quickly, but high-quality Harlem games remain timeless.
Ultimately, it all comes down to quality, visuals, and user experience, doesn't it?
Nie Ziqian was genuinely stunned; he never expected his mother to talk to him about games and so many other things.
"Mom, I understand. I'll think about it some more."
"Hmm, show me your core technology, and how good is your technology?"
Nie Ziqian: "???"
Nie Ziqian's eyes widened in shock. His mother could play games too?
Mo Yan's response was unpleasant; she snorted and spoke.
"What, can't I play games? I've been spinning like a top all afternoon, can't I relax a bit?"
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant," Nie Ziqian quickly waved his hand to explain, he really didn't mean that.
"Then hurry up!"
Nie Ziqian then took Mo Yan to the room, took out the computer, and showed it to Mo Yan.
It was not bad, but there were still many loopholes. Mo Yan pointed them all out to him, gave him suggestions, and finally encrypted and locked it.
The first time I could copy, but the copied content was all junk. The second time I tried to copy, the system was locked.
To put it simply, as long as that person gets the copy and doesn't do anything, it's fine. But if they really want to do something, they can just cripple all of their computers.
Nie Ziqian thought Mo Yan was just browsing casually, but he didn't expect her to point out the important issues that they had been overlooking.
"Mom, can I call my brother over? Can we do the research here?"
He wants to get it done as soon as possible.
"Okay, but I won't provide meals. You'll have to cook and wash the dishes yourselves. Go to the third floor; it's all yours. The tenant just moved out, so it'll be available in a couple of days. Just make do at home for the next few days."
Also, don't neglect Yao Yao. You brought her back and then just left her hanging?
Their home is the shop downstairs, and also has a second and third floor.
The fourth floor belongs to someone else.
Mo Yan rented out the third floor, hoping to earn some rent.
"Okay, I'll call him over right away. Don't worry, Mom, I'll definitely pay the rent from now on."
Whether it's true or not, Mo Yan will remember it. "Okay, I'll remember it for you. You can return it to me later."
"Why."
Mo Yan didn't say anything more to him and went out to chat with Leng Yuanyao.
Let's chat casually; Leng Yuanyao didn't feel slighted at all.
At night, Leng Yuanyao shared a room with Guigui. All the bedding and other items had been changed. She slept on the lower bunk, and Guigui slept on the upper bunk. It was a bunk bed.
At four o'clock in the morning, Mo Yan heard someone knocking on the door.
He quickly got up to check, and when he opened the door, he saw Wang Cuihua looking menacing.
Wang Cuihua's face darkened as she tried her best to suppress her anger. "I am Wang Cuihua, Leng Yuanyao's mother."
Mo Yan knew this, of course, but she had to pretend she just found out, right? "Hello, hello, please come in."
Wang Cuihua didn't hesitate at all and took a taxi over, which cost her two thousand yuan.
She's not afraid of spending money, she's just afraid her daughter will be bullied.
Seeing her daughter come out of the room only fueled her anger. She rushed in, ready to unleash her fury, only to find her turtle half-asleep.
"Who are you?"
“This is my daughter Guigui. I thought Yaoyao wouldn’t be used to it, so I let them live together so they can keep each other company.”
Wang Cuihua's anger subsided a bit. She was afraid that some shameless families would let her daughter live with her son and then start being incredibly shameless.
Wang Cuihua was genuinely angry and slapped Leng Yuanyao across the face.
The pain was felt on her daughter's body, but she was also furious!
She went to the boy's house without saying a word. What if something happens to her? What will happen then?
Leng Yuanyao covered her face, tears streaming down her face. She looked at her mother with a wronged expression and asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"
Nie Ziqian also came out; they were staying up all night researching those issues.
Looking at the two boys, she asked, "Which one is Nie Ziqian?"
Mo Yan kicked him, and Nie Ziqian, caught off guard, almost fell to the ground. "Mom Yao Yao, hit him hard!"
Wang Cuihua didn't care whether the man was being polite or not, and she really slapped Nie Ziqian twice.
"Mom, you've gone too far! How could you hit someone?" Leng Yuanyao quickly protected Nie Ziqian.
Even Mo Yan couldn't stand it anymore and pulled Leng Yuanyao aside, saying, "Yaoyao, don't say anything. Nie Ziqian deserves to be hit."
Wang Cuihua finally calmed down, grabbed Leng Yuanyao, and was about to leave when she said, "Come home with me."
Mo Yan was about to stop her. "Mom, don't get agitated, don't get agitated. Let's talk this out. It's almost dawn, why don't you rest for a while before you leave?"
Wang Cuihua was still very angry; this person was just talking without understanding the situation.
"You told me to calm down, but if your daughter acted like this, what would you do?"
Mo Yan glanced at the turtle and felt a chill run down its spine for some reason. Mo Yan had actually thought of the answer but didn't dare to say it directly: it was to break her legs.
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