narrow red

Duan Xiaojun and bonnie sat down opposite Kuangzheng, "What a coincidence!" They smiled sincerely, they must have just had a carnival, with a strong smell of alcohol on their bodies, "We met here in the middle of the night!"

Kuang Zheng picked up his coffee and looked at them. Duan Xiaojun was in good condition and was in good spirits. Bonnie was still the same, cheerful and natural chubby girl. The two sat side by side, as intimate as a couple.

"Why," Kuang Zheng said jokingly, "A date?

Duan Xiaojun is in M&A, and Bonnie is in the Information Department, a department that has nothing to do with horses and horses. They made an appointment to come out together on weekend nights. It's no wonder he had such a guess.

The two looked at each other and laughed loudly, "Boss, we are here to celebrate!" Duan Xiaojun put his coat on the back of the chair, revealing the indigo suit underneath, "We have a little business of our own."

Kuang Zheng suddenly realized: "Gold? Real estate?"

Investment banks usually only play these things, but Duan Xiaojun kept it secret: "Others." He took a deep breath, as if he couldn't believe it, "Last night, by accident, he won half of the country."

Half a wall, the word "half" reminded Kuang Zheng of the 51 attack of Warring States Red, and his expression darkened: "Investment depends on luck, congratulations."

"Boss," Duan Xiaojun was very sensitive to his emotions, "what's wrong?"

Kuangzheng put down his glass, bumped into some hurdles, small things, it's not enough to complain to his former subordinates, "It's okay, it's going to be ups and downs, I'm used to it."

These words are not like him, there is less vigor to look at all directions, and more vicissitudes of vicissitudes, "Boss," Duan Xiaojun leaned forward, "You say, as long as I can help, I will go through fire or water. "

Last time Han Wenshan's [-] million yuan was a short-term high-yield product that Duan Xiaojun found. In just nine days, the income on the escrow account stunned Han Wenshan.

Kuang Zheng trusted him, but Zhan Guohong belonged to internal information and could not disclose more: "I helped a client engage in virtual currency, and the blockchain forked last night."

The opposite side was silent for a moment, and for a few seconds, Duan Xiaojun and Bonnie didn't say anything. Kuang Zheng thought they didn't understand the meaning of the fork. He glanced at his watch. It was already Saturday morning, and he didn't have time to explain: "I'll go back to the company first, talk to you later."

Duan Xiaojun then got up, went all the way to the elevator, turned around and came back, asked the waiter for two cups of Blue Mountain coffee, frowned and fell into deep thought.

Bonnie glanced at him, took out her phone, and played match [-] games on silent until Duan Xiaojun couldn't help calling her: "He must be talking about Warring States Red."

"Yeah," bonnie responded, "over there at 903."

Duan Xiaojun was silent again. They have been investing in Zhan Guohong for several months. From the original price of 470 cents to today's price of [-] cents, it has increased by [-] times. Net ranked third big player: "bonnie..."

"You can think about it," Bonnie knew what he was going to say, "904, we are the undoubted leader." She raised her eyes and looked from the phone, "You used the word just now very well, our hands It controls half of the country of Warring States Red, and it may be the whole world in the future."

Duan Xiaojun stared at her without any fluctuation in his eyes, he obviously didn't care about these things: "Didn't you say that this fork is likely to lead to the collapse of the whole?"

"That's right," bonnie learned this, "two valid transaction chains cannot exist at the same time, but if we kill 903..."

Duan Xiaojun was terrified, she knew the fat girl next to her, she was lively and cheerful, she liked desserts and fun, but if she saw the right opportunity, she would never be merciless.

"Bonnie," Duan Xiaojun said solemnly, "Without the boss, I would not be where I am today."

"Don't talk about it," Bonnie didn't like to listen, and threw the phone on the table. "You've only been with him for two months. After he left, didn't you spell out everything in a today?"

"No," Duan Xiaojun shook his head, "I know in my heart that he shaped me today, shrewd, fierce, but not shameless. If I followed someone else, I might be a waste or an asshole now."

"The fledgling effect," Bonnie spread her hands, "he was your first boss, your 'first love at work'."

"What are you talking about?" Duan Xiaojun retorted, "He is my idol for life."

Bonnie played with her big earrings: "I said, bd is our joint account. For your idol, let me give up being the queen of Warring States?"

"Don't you also like him very much?" Duan Xiaojun remembered her saying, "You said he has big breasts and is a sexy stunner."

It sounded like a joke, but he was actually begging without a trace. He had known Bonnie for so long, but he had never begged her. This was the first time.

"What's the use of that?" Bonnie could refuse or pass it off, but she compromised and continued the joke, "it's not mine, and I can't play with it."

Duan Xiaojun smiled and touched his chest: "I'm training my chest muscles well now, how about letting you play?"

Bonnie was actually a little interested, but he was afraid that his partner would make it complicated and it would not end well, so he just glanced at it and said, "Your one is a fake."

Duan Xiaojun took a sip of coffee: "The quality of the high imitation is also good."

Bonnie turned her head to look out of the window, smiled shallowly, "I'll check it someday."

"Then I will take it as your promise," Duan Xiaojun raised his legs leisurely, "Ms. B."

Bonnie shrugged helplessly: "Let's find a way to suspend trading on the platform, Mr. D!"

Kuang Zheng left Fumeihua and returned to Wanrong Zhenhui. He was the first to find Xiaoxing. The answer was still disappointing. The transaction of Zhan Guohong was still going on, and bd was still out of contact. He returned to his office with a sullen face.

There is no other way but to wait. He sat behind the desk until six o'clock. He went to Ruyizhou to pick up Baochan for breakfast. Once in the lobby, Baochan and Sa Shuang went downstairs one after the other. Upstairs were Xiao Nong and Shi Kuo Ting is locking the door.

Kuang Zheng was surprised: "Why are everyone here?"

"They must accompany me to wait for you," Baochan rubbed his eyes, "It happened to be Saturday today, and we played mahjong all night."

It turned out that this was the case, Kuangzheng greeted Sa Shuang: "Let's go, let's have a bite together."

"Brother Kuang," Sa Shuang recited last night, changing the way to feed cards to the next player. If he wins, he will lose even his pants, "I'll go home and eat..."

After breaking up with Baochan and the others, he took the bus home to an old residential area not far from here, more than 40 minutes away. When he got home at 07:30, he rubbed his face and entered the room. There was a row of professional computers against the wall, all Chinese The tower-style side-penetrating chassis, the black machine and the white machine are placed at intervals, which looks very imposing at first glance.

He pressed the power-on button, and the fan and motherboard emitted colorful lights. Sitting on an ergonomic chair of the same color, he held a huge vertical mouse and opened the onion browser to browse the dark web.

After entering the Zhan Guohong community on three machines, logging in with different ids, hundreds of messages popped up on the screen at the same time. He quickly browsed and said the same thing: Zhan Guohong fork.

The night before yesterday, Sa Shuang noticed the abnormality of version 904, but he did not intervene, or he was indifferent, because he was not a fan of Warring States Red, nor an investor of real money, nor a miner who was crazy about gold digging—— He is its founder, the God of "Where there is light, there will be light" in the world of Zhan Guohong, he watched Zhan Guohong's growth with cold eyes just like the creator observing the universe he created.

Among all these messages, there is an account that flashes regularly every 15 minutes. It is a good friend he has known for two years, a hardcore user of Warring States Red with an id named Lagrange.

Yan Lingjia: Teacher La, good morning.

Lagrange:! ! ! !

Lagrange: Chicken Feather, why did you come up here!

Lagrange: I contacted you for eighteen hours!

Yan Lingjia: I see.

Lagrange: Hey, with your tone, you don't know that Xiaohong has a bifurcation!

Xiaohong is the two of them's nickname for Zhan Guohong, which sounds like a little girl with pigtails.

Yan Lingjia: If you divide it, you will divide it, because of the version.

Lagrange: Divide further, Xiaohong will be finished!

Yan Lingjia: Why are you so excited, you are not its real mother.

Lagrange: It's my goddaughter!

Across the cold computer screen and the 10gbs per second fiber optic line, Sa Shuang doesn't trust anyone, especially after the expansion of Warring States Red, all these so-called concerns are just about the money it brings.

Yan Lingjia: The codes are written, and they will grow by themselves without our intervention.

Lagrange: code is dead, people are alive.

Yan Lingjia: What do you want to say?

Lagrange: Do what you should do to save the fate of Warring States Red.

Sa Shuang's fingers were hanging on the keyboard, but he didn't press down.

Lagrange: close the trading platform, issue a statement as the regional moderator, calling on all users of version 904 to return to version 903, eliminate forks, and maintain the unity of Warring States Red!

Sa Shuang stared at the line, feeling something inexplicable in his heart. He played on the dark web, wrote codes, and studied hash algorithms (1) since he was in elementary school. These were just for fun. He never thought of being on the virtual network. Looking for bloody satisfaction, and not interested in being the savior of a group of speculators.

Lagrange: ? ? ?

Lagrange: Feathers!

Lagrange: Don't pretend, it's about this time, we already suspected that you are the founder of Xiaohong!

Sa Shuang moved his finger and slowly entered a few words in the dialog box: How much did you vote for?

After thinking and thinking, I pressed the send button.

Lagrange: ? ? ?

Yan Lingjia: You are in such a hurry to save Xiaohong, are you betting all your wealth on it?

Yan Lingjia: Xiaohong collapsed, you also collapsed?

Yan Lingjia: Do you want to save Xiao Hong, or yourself?

The soul asked three times, there was a long silence on the dialog box, about 5 minutes, a new message came: chicken feather, there is one hour left, at nine o'clock, the second largest user of 903 will start selling, you know what it means , I don't want to see Xiaohong die by capital before she grows up!

Sa Shuang's heart skipped a beat when he was killed by capital... Yes, if Zhan Guohong died here, it would not be because of a loophole in his own design, but because of the escape of speculative capital. It was money that killed his little girl.

but……

Yan Lingjia: It's useless, with nearly [-] users, not a single statement can turn the tide.

Lagrange: How will you know if you don't try it!

Yan Lingjia was silent.

Lagrange: I want to save Xiaohong!

Yan Lingjia remained silent.

Lagrange: Feathers! ! !You bastard!

Sa Shuang was about to reply, when suddenly a new dialog box flickered on the computer next door, he moved his chair and slid over, saw the id on the dialog box, and was stunned.

It is two simple English letters: bd.

(1) Hash algorithm: the core algorithm currently used by mainstream virtual currencies.