Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

The car started, and it got farther and farther away from the three teenagers in front of the barbecue shop.

Lin Qiuran suddenly felt a little emotional. It had been a long time since she had been in contact with such a pure interpersonal relationship.

When I was in the company, I would go home in the car of a male colleague, no matter if she was single or had a girlfriend, because she was beautiful, people would always gossiping behind her back, saying that she was a vixen and wanted to rely on men to get ahead.

Over time, Lin Qiuran was very concerned about these things and tried to avoid them.

But in the eyes of the three Xiaopang, Zhao Qichen sent her home only because she was a woman and it was not safe to take a taxi by herself at night.

Zhao Qichen asked calmly, holding the steering wheel with one hand.

"The man just now has something to do with you being drugged that night?"

Lin Qiuran was not surprised that Zhao Qichen could guess it, and sighed helplessly.

"Yes."

Besides, she didn't plan to say much.

"Originally, I could drive the four of you, take you back first, and then take the three of them back to the base. But I have one thing—"

Lin Qiuran raised her eyebrows, "What?"

Zhao Qichen didn't answer this question, but asked.

"Do you have a computer where you live? The one with higher security."

As the former general manager of Meiyu Group, Lin Qiuran often came into contact with some important files, so the computer was specially encrypted by someone.

She nodded, "Is there anything I need to do?"

At the red light ahead, the car stopped, Zhao Qichen rubbed his chin, and smiled mysteriously at Lin Qiuran.

"You'll know in a while."

*
Half an hour later, Lin Qiuran's apartment.

Zhao Qichen walked in cautiously, and pretended to cover his eyes with his hands.

"I won't see anything I shouldn't see?"

Lin Qiuran bluntly tapped his head with the magazine at hand.

"What are you thinking about?"

Her bachelor apartment is clean and tidy, but it doesn't smell like fireworks.It can be seen that Lin Qiuran should seldom stay here, just come back to sleep at night.

Lin Qiuran brought Zhao Qichen into the study, hesitated for a moment, turned on the laptop, and pushed it in front of Zhao Qichen.

For a moment, she was wondering why she had so much trust in Zhao Qichen.If he is really a commercial spy sent by some company, he probably has stolen all the commercial secrets.

Zhao Qichen obviously didn't think about it that much, he announced, "I'm starting."

Nimble fingers began to crackle on the keyboard.

After he suddenly quieted down, it was like a different person.It's no longer the usual carefree and jumpy look, and the whole person is a little more calm.

Looks...very reliable.

Inexplicably, this idea appeared in Lin Qiuran's mind.

She couldn't help laughing, and drove the thought out with a smile.

Lin Qiuran looked up curiously, and there were many strange windows on the computer desktop, as well as various codes, English, and numbers.

There is a specialization in art, and Lin Qiuran didn't learn it, and he didn't force himself to understand it.

She used a more convenient way to ask Zhao Qichen directly.

"What are you doing?"

"The contact list that man gave you has been deleted." Zhao Qichen clicked the mouse quickly, "So I did something on his phone, and I was able to retrieve all the contents of his phone."

Lin Qiuran's eyes widened in surprise.

"Are you a hacker?"

The real hacker just appeared in front of her?
"Actually, it's not really a hacker." Zhao Qichen raised the corners of his lips slightly proudly, "I'm a registered member of the PICC platform for a small hobby, so you don't have to be afraid that I will cause some problems to your computer. .”

The PICC platform, the largest and most mysterious hacker forum in the world, has only a few thousand users.To become a registered member of this platform, Zhao Qichen's skills should not be underestimated.

He blinked at Lin Qiuran, "Ran Ran, you can't tell others, you are the first person to know about this, not even my mother."

He couldn't help rambling.

"Hey, I put a big deal in your hands. My wealth and life are in your hands. You let me go east, but I dare not go west."

Lin Qiuran quickly figured out why he said that.

Zhao Qichen is an e-sports player, and he has to deal with the computer every day in the usual games.If his identity as a hacker spreads out, it will only cause endless troubles.

After all, with the media's fear of chaos and the persecution paranoia of fans, Zhao Qichen might have to blame someone's computer for not connecting to the Internet during a game.

The so-called more things are worse than less things, it is normal for Zhao Qichen not to want to reveal this layer of identity.This is indeed a clue. If Lin Qiuran really wants to punish him, contact a media, and say that the opponent's failure has something to do with Zhao Qichen. With his influence in the e-sports world, once this matter spreads, Zhao Qichen's road to e-sports competition is almost broken.

Lin Qiuran said gently: "Don't worry, I won't say anything."

"Then it's okay." Zhao Qichen laughed, his eyes were as bright as stars, "This is a little secret between the two of us."

Zhao Qichen's efficiency was very high, and soon, a series of things such as the call records in Liu Ergou's mobile phone were copied to Lin Qiuran's desktop.

"Okay, you can do the rest by yourself."

Zhao Qichen yawned lazily.

"It's getting late, I should go back too."

He stood up and walked out the door, waving lazily at Lin Qiuran.

"If you need any help, please feel free to contact me."

"Thank you, Qichen."

"It's just a small case."

After Zhao Qichen left, Lin Qiuran sat in front of the computer, with the residual warmth of Zhao Qichen's palm faintly remaining on the mouse.

She quickly browsed through a series of files, and finally found the call at the barbecue restaurant tonight in the call recording, clicked to play, and the call she had heard came from the earphone soon.

"It's been two or three days! When will the 100 million promised to me be credited to my card?"

"Sorry, Mr. Liu, you didn't do what we asked. Therefore, the 100 million cannot be given to you."

The cold female voice on the phone, for some reason, sounded very familiar.

Lin Qiuran continued to listen while recalling whose voice it was.

She searched for this phone number on the search engine, and it was the phone number of Jiangcheng next door to Lin City.

Wait, she remembered!

Lin Qiuran frowned slowly. The voice clearly belonged to Meng Wenyao?
But... isn't Meng Wenyao the secretary of the chairman Su Xinrui?Could this matter be instigated by Su Xinrui?