It's so big, if you throw in a few baits, who will know what it is?
Wang Dalu drank half a bottle of wine with the craftsman and could tell that the craftsman couldn't hold his liquor; after just two glasses, he was already a little tipsy.
After resting for a while, he took the craftsmen and wired the money back to his hometown, and also sent a telegram.
Back at the hotel, he said to the craftsman, "Don't worry, we're not trying to harm you. You're not worth harming. When your kids are older, I can arrange for them to work in the rice mill. If they do well in school, we'll work hard to earn money and send them abroad to study."
Chen Qiliang didn't dare to reply, but nodded with a slight smile on his honest face.
Xing Baohua was in his office at the time, not using the motorcycle's satellite phone, but using Haishitong's communication service, which was incredibly difficult to use for internet access.
It took me half a day to finally connect. Do you know how many kilobytes it is?
It's less than 563B, even a K. It's only used for things like sending emails. Even so, Xing Baohua still needs to use it.
The signal to his office kept dropping, and Xing Baohua finally remembered the satellite dish on the rooftop.
We had no choice but to use an RF connector.
Don't be fooled by the slow internet speed; everything's slow these days. After connecting to the signal, launch your computer and visit a Hong Kong website.
The website is inaccessible, and the data usage is rapidly decreasing.
Even though I'm not short of money, it's incredibly frustrating to not achieve my goals while still having money to spend.
Although it's all small money, I still feel uneasy. What can I do? I can't just smash it.
It took more than three minutes to load the webpage and find Feng Qingyang's post.
From the first-level page to the second-level page and then to the third-level page, almost half an hour has passed.
Feng Qingyang posted three or four threads, but he hadn't opened any of them yet, and he was getting a little anxious.
I read three posts in an hour and a half, and I really couldn't wait any longer. Luckily, Xing Baohua copied down the content of the posts.
I'll print it out later and have someone buy me another martial arts novel by Jin Yong.
Xing Baohua had a feeling that this book was like a codebook. Perhaps the answer could be found inside?
But regardless, now that Geng Rui and Xiao Tian have caught up, they might be able to figure out roughly where this person is hiding.
However, Xing Baohua felt that the other party should be Chinese, and only Chinese people could understand the powerful characters in Jin Yong's novels.
Every book by Jin Yong features a vivid and formidable character. The fact that they dared to use Feng Qingyang suggests they have some skill. But online, well, Feng Qingyang is just an ID.
Now we're just waiting for someone to deliver the code. Xiao Tian might not understand it, but Xing Baohua might be able to figure it out.
Judging from the ID on the HK forum, Feng Qingyang uses traditional Chinese characters, which proves that he is a Chinese person from a region that uses traditional Chinese characters.
This area is very large.
Back in the office, I printed out the contents of the posts. They were all very ordinary discussion posts, and I couldn't understand their meaning at all.
Xing Baohua put it aside for the time being and asked Xie Yingying to pass on this trouble to Comrade Lü's team for analysis.
They are professionals after all; they even sent over Jin Yong's books along with the gift.
In the afternoon, Xing Baohua went to the rice laboratory, saw a lot of progress, and gave some guidance.
As usual, I joked around with some of the technicians.
It was soon evening, time to leave work. Xing Baohua glanced at her watch, then looked at a man who appeared to be around thirty-five or thirty-six years old. He was wearing a white lab coat and looked very energetic.
I came here specifically to see him.
Luo Yiqiang is also a software expert, just like Sun Chenzhou, and is in charge of the system. However, he is now focusing on JAVA applications.
Furthermore, it writes the protocols between Java and the system and hardware to prevent conflicts between Java and hardware during runtime. Therefore, the area it is responsible for is also called a driver, which not only needs to be improved but also patched and upgraded.
The workload was indeed huge, but fortunately, I had many people assisting me.
Quite by chance, Xing Baohua appeared on his way home from get off work.
Luo Yiqiang
"Mr. Xing."
"It's been a while since I've seen you. We haven't had a meal together since you came to China. It's convenient to have dinner together after get off work," Xing Baohua said with a smile.
"It's an honor to have dinner with President Xing when we have time," Luo Yiqiang said with a smile.
The two of them didn't go out to eat; they ate at the Rice Lab cafeteria.
It was all buffet style, so Xing Baohua didn't try to hide from many eyes.
The more you try to hide it, the more people will sense something is amiss and become wary.
Xing Baohua first talked to Luo Yiqiang about work, being very open and frank without any hesitation. Besides, Xing Baohua was afraid of alerting Luo Yiqiang.
When I talked to Luo Yiqiang, I was reminded of Feng Qingyang because of the traditional Chinese characters for his name.
Traditional Chinese characters are still used in a few overseas regions, mainly by older generations. However, they are rarely used overseas now, as young people are learning simplified Chinese characters.
Since the HK forum serves as an intelligence hub, how will the spies in the Rice Lab obtain information if Feng Qingyang posts and releases news? Especially regarding Luo Yiqiang, Xing Baohua feels that using telegrams is somewhat clumsy, but very practical.
At least we've evaded their surveillance, and that's a success.
"Is Engineer Luo from Malaysia? East Malaysia or West Malaysia?"
"West Malaysia".
“I’ve been to many places in West Malaysia, so I’m quite familiar with the area and have a lot of friends there, though they’re a bit far away. Some are in Penang, and another one is in Tahiti!”
"It's Sungai Petani!"
"Really? Haha, I misremembered, sorry. My friend from Sungai Petani took me to Ipoh, where I ate the best durians and saw the beautiful women. Everyone says Ipoh is full of beautiful women, and it's true!" Xing Baohua said, as if reminiscing.
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