Chapter 469: An incompetent general can lead to the downfall of an entire army; that's exactly what I'm talking about.
Coming to the Hong Kong server room like an idiot is practically suicide.
Xing Baohua also figured it out: the HKU server was a trap, and they were fishing for him. Although he hadn't figured out their specific intentions or what they were playing, he could tell from the information he received from the virus he had implanted.
The financial reports were only downloaded a little over two hundred times. If each report costs $50,000, this is equivalent to throwing away more than ten million dollars.
Moreover, the files they received were all duplicates. Were the hacker alliance organizers stupid?
Either they don't give it, or giving it means something else entirely. Xing Baohua simply couldn't understand it; giving it would be like paying for credibility.
In fact, a simple test will tell you whether the other party dares to spend money. Xing Baohua copied the report, uploaded it, entered an account that can receive money, and saw if the other party would give him 50,000 US dollars.
Suddenly, I felt something was wrong, and then I felt...
Wait, the account?
Not all hackers have multiple fake bank accounts; most are genuine. Furthermore, most hackers nowadays have regular jobs, and hacking is just a side job.
Perhaps those trolls tasted success and didn't want to be managed by corporate systems, so they turned into professional trolls or created fake accounts for themselves.
Such cases are extremely rare.
So, did the hacker alliance spend over ten million to find these people's real information in an attempt to control them?
Or, after gaining leverage over them, we could blackmail them and, if necessary, force them to do work they don't want to do? Maybe we could even get it for a low price.
Xing Baohua seemed to have figured out some key points: the hacker alliance was playing a grand game, and he and those members were just pawns.
No, those people downloading financial reports from the HKU service area probably can't afford the membership fee.
Would someone who can afford the membership fee care about a $50,000 task? After taking a look around, they'll probably just sit on the sidelines and watch the show, just like Xing Baohua.
Xing Baohua didn't make a move either, did he?
Those trolls who can't afford or don't want to pay the membership fee are trying to scrape together the membership fee from task commissions. It looks like they're being given a sweet deal, but actually, they're digging into their past.
Don't let their apparent newcomers fool you; they have a long road ahead of them. With continuous training, this group will become the backbone of the hacker alliance.
Who knows, maybe a few geniuses will emerge from this group? If even one or two do, it'll be a win.
Xing Baohua couldn't possibly envy this kind of thing; he couldn't even find those trolls who had previously attacked his food delivery website.
It can only be said that his skills were not up to par; Xing Baohua was just a half-baked expert.
They are only temporarily ahead because of their past life's experience and the few tools they have used.
As time goes by, his skills won't improve; he'll just rely on those few skills to make a living.
When Xing Baohua is thinking about a problem, he pauses his work. When he gets frustrated, he takes out a cigarette and lights it.
He discovered there was no ashtray and asked someone to go out and find one for him.
Geng Rui, watching Xing Baohua leisurely smoking, coughed and said, "This is a critical area, a server room. Shouldn't we be focusing on humidity control, ventilation, and dust prevention? Putting everything else aside, just consider this dust prevention..."
Xing Baohua glanced at Geng Rui and said, "Do we have to wear white coats and shoe covers? Let me tell you, this is too formalistic and not good."
"No, I mean the system, after all, the equipment here isn't cheap."
Their conversation attracted the attention of others, who also turned their gazes toward them.
Xing Baohua turned around, pointed at himself, and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
Geng Rui nodded and said, "I know, the founder of Dami Electronics, chairman of HK Haina Investment, chairman of HK Huahong Group, Luzhong Automobile Factory..."
"Alright, now that you know what I do, that's fine. Apart from the IBM server, all the computers in this room are from McDonald's. This isn't a lab where you need a set system; it's just a workplace, so do whatever makes you comfortable."
“I feel like you’re just making excuses for smoking,” Geng Rui said.
Xing Baohua laughed and said, "Do I need to make excuses? These old things don't need to be so fussy. I thought they were going to last for ten or twenty years."
"Why spend so much money if it can't last longer?"
"Others can say that, but what did you study? Telecommunications engineering? Do you know how fast electronic products are updated or not?" Xing Baohua retorted.
Seeing that Geng Rui didn't answer directly but stared at him with wide eyes, Xing Baohua was speechless.
Perhaps the two have different ideas, or perhaps Geng Rui doesn't even know about Moore's Law. In her mind, she might think that the higher the price, the better the quality. Indeed, these days quality is paramount, but that doesn't mean it can last for ten or twenty years!
Machines used in basic education or at home can reach their lifespan if properly maintained, but what is this machine for?
The front line.
It's either you take down someone else's server or someone else takes down yours; things can turn sour at any moment.
Xing Baohua has experienced similar situations before.
Even if it hasn't been thoroughly wrecked, it still has to keep up with the pace of updates.
Performance is king. Comparing the performance and response speed of a 286 to a Pentium 4 is pointless, especially in network attack and defense, where even a 0.1-second delay is unacceptable.
Xing Baohua explained to Geng Rui that the equipment he had here had a maximum lifespan of one and a half years, and the shortest lifespan depended on luck.
So there's no need for all that dust protection or stuff. Just build and tinker with it as you like, and if it breaks, just replace it with a new one.
To the trainees, Xing Baohua's words made them think he was rich and powerful and didn't care about spending money.
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