Legendary American Tycoon

White intends to go to the computer classroom to try again, what method can be used to break through the defense of the student network.

Before reaching the computer room, Iverson was stopped by Iverson, who had sprang out of unknown place.

"I have something important to tell you." Iverson said mysteriously. He grabbed White and plunged into the grass next to him, "There is a rumor on campus, you are going to be suspended."

White was taken aback, and then smiled: "Rumors, right?"

"I heard that the journalism department is doing things behind it. The high-level relationship between the Stanford Newspaper and Stanford is not shallow. And your current influence is so bad..."

"This is no way."

"Stop it? What should I do?"

"Cold..." White finished speaking, thinking Iverson couldn't understand the stalk, so he sighed and explained, "I already know how this Stanford newspaper writes about me. There is the most vulgar atmosphere in Stanford school ever, right? I know all of this."

"You won't just sit idly by, do you? In case you really get caught up in your body and cause suspension of school. You're done."

White thought for a while and said, "Of course you can't just count it. But I haven't figured out where to start."

"I always feel that something is wrong. You just designed a program, and there are more people designing programs in Stanford. That's not what the tree attracts the wind. The Stanford newspaper usually doesn't have much contact with you? Suddenly people who attracted the school must have What's the reason." Iverson looked serious, "Remember, have you provoke anyone recently?"

White, who has always been fascinated by programming, has no in-depth thinking about these, except for the study of programs. Now, hearing Iverson say this, I suddenly remembered something, and a tendon in my mind moved.

"You said that, I remember." White patted his forehead and said, "A horse face has been directed at me a few days ago. He is a social prince again, think about it this way, that fanfare post on the forum. It's probably him."

"Horse face?"

"His face is very long, like a horse face." White recalled the information on the campus network, "If I remember correctly, it should be called Ivanka."

"Good mother's name." Iverson laughed mercilessly.

White replied truthfully: "I saw it at the time and thought so. It's not as simple and rude as the horse face." White and Iverson laughed at each other tacitly.

"Since it's a horse face, I should teach him a lesson, otherwise it will be too cheap for him." White thought to himself, not to mention the previous demolition of the platform three times and again, this time it was directly on the forum with rhythm. If he were the administrator, he would first give this horse face an eternal banned language meal.

White got up from the grass and patted the clingy grass clippings: "I'm going to the computer room now. Do you have any classes next? If there are no classes, come with me and witness the birth of a miracle."

"Miracle?" Iverson was curious, with a heart of novelty, and naturally followed White into the teaching building.

While walking through the dark corridor, White came to the door of the computer room to unlock and open the door, and said to Iverson who followed behind him: "I need a little help from Phuket before that."

"Phuket? That nineteen-year-old kid?" Iverson said.

White is about the same age as Phuket, but in appearance and style, White looks a little more mature. Iverson will not say such contemptuous words to him. Of course, there are reasons for their long-time friends. Although Phuket was nineteen years old, his face was as immature as a minor, and he had friction with Iverson because of some remarks. At this time, Iverson's distrust of Phuket is also excusable.

Today's computer room is bright and spacious, but White does not need it. White turned on the light, walked to the window, and drew the curtains three times. Then he turned around and turned on the computer he turned on most often.

auzw.com "One of the benefits of using a school computer is that it is very convenient to do everything. You don't have to worry about leaving traces, and you don't have to worry about the files and materials on your computer." White is waiting In the process, explained to Iverson.

"There are very few people in this computer room, right?" Iverson said as he looked at the big white board in front of it, which was covered with colorful traces.

"hardly--"

At this point, White paused. Although the key to the computer room is currently in White's hands, he also met Evelyn here in the last accident. Although the two did not meet afterwards, White still felt that Evelyn was still in and out of this computer room.

"The Security Management Committee believes that your software collocation involves security and privacy. The news paper said that you will stay in school for observation within three days. And in the process of preparing to consult a legal counsel..."

Iverson held the phone and slowly read the content.

"I've never received a warning like this." White couldn't help but laugh, and then said with a straightened expression, "but today's traffic has dropped a lot compared to before, it's true."

The computer screen gradually lights up. Because of the low configuration issue, White usually needs to wait one to three minutes before it can be turned on.

In order to cover up, White used his cell phone to send a message to Phuket who was staying in the apartment.

He asked: Can I find the LAN password of the third dormitory on Stanford campus?

The third dormitory is the dormitory of Ivan Kama face. This is what White had investigated before.

After waiting for two to three seconds, the phone rang.

Phuket first sent me a crying emoji that spared me, and then the phone shook again: difficult. And, are you not Stanford students? It is difficult to get the password of the dormitory LAN?

"..."

White and Iverson looked at each other. After a while, Iverson gritted his teeth and said: "He thought, what is the LAN password? Is the bus? Everyone can get on it?"

White beckoned to appease: "Phuket himself is an expert in this industry. It is not surprising that he would say this. Besides, Phuket is very efficient. Since he said it, it is difficult, but he did not deny it completely. Have the opportunity."

White asked immediately: About a few minutes?

Phuket's response: 10 dollars, 30 minutes. 100 dollars, 15 minutes. 500 dollars, 5 minutes. "

"..."

"He is slaughtering pigs?"

White looked at the time. It was three o'clock in the afternoon in California, and there was not much time left for dinner. Near the end of the last class in the afternoon, the campus has the most traffic.

White thought about it, then replied: $500.

For half a second, the phone vibrated quickly: Go. Roger that.

"Five hundred dollars? This kid is cheaper." Iverson said.

White smiled: "Did you forget how it was written in the treaty? All wages earned must be turned in. We also count his employer now. So in the end, Phuket's income is zero. No difference."