With a feeling of regret, Lin Jixin silently watched as the middle-aged woman who led the way knocked on the door of Galacamo's office.

"Who?" Galacamo's annoyed voice rang out, "Said don't bother me!" ”

"Doctor, the Psalidton Corporation's men are here."

Galacamo's momentum was obviously frustrated, and his voice was lowered several notches: "Please let him in." ”

Seeing this front desk push the door open, in her worried eyes, Lin Jixin walked in. Behind her, a middle-aged woman tightened the door again.

Lin Jixin walked to a sofa in front of the desk and sat down, looking at the man behind the desk insolently.

Galacamo's name was thunderous to him, but it was the first time he had seen a real person.

Like the photographic materials, he was in his fifties, with gray hair, ridiculously black-rimmed round glasses, and a pair of round-eared ears, which at first glance looked more like a funny clown than a doctor—probably because of his appearance, no one except the former big benefactor Kalbin Hammer regarded him as a real scientist, so that this rare genius eventually died of hunger and pain.

The person is thinner than in the photo, and it seems that the scientist has not had a good time lately - this is normal, and it would be strange if anyone else knew that he was about to go bankrupt, and that his painstaking paper was being regarded as crazy.

Under Lin Jixin's glittering gaze, Galacamo began to fidget: "This ...... I have a list of all the costs of the laboratory......"

"I don't need an explanation," Lin Jixin interrupted him unceremoniously, "I don't listen to explanations. ”

Galacamo squirmed his ass again.

He was about to speak, but Lin Jixin interrupted him again: "All you have to do now is sign the contract, pack up your things and leave." ”

Galacamo struggled to keep his composure: "I have a lot of ...... for this stuff"

"Two days." Lin Jixin coldly raised two fingers, and while he spoke, he felt that he really had the talent to be a bourgeois boss, "Two days!" ”

Under his force, Galacamo signed unwillingly.

Galacamo knew very well that the moment the pen fell, he had nothing to do with the laboratory that had invested decades of painstaking efforts, and his pen trembled incessantly, and it was not easy to finish the name that he knew so well.

After putting away the contract, Lin Jixin snorted: "See that you are quite cooperative, let's give you some guidance." ”

Galacamo frowned: "What way." ”

"Make a note of this number," Lin Jixin called out a number, "he is a rich man who likes strange things, if you can impress him, money will not be a problem." ”

"Is it really that good?" Galacamo was skeptical.

"Is there any money in this world that is worth taking? Not desperate, I don't recommend you to pull this number. ”

After speaking, Lin Jixin got up and left.

Now is not the time for deep talk, only when he is desperate, Galacamo will willingly give up everything to do things for him.

Meeting with him was only for the purpose of using "telesuggestion", and he needed Galacamo to remember his phone when he gave up all hope.

He believes that after his "fall into the well", the next time they meet will not be too far away.

Leaving the Galacamo laboratory, and using this disguise, he found a hotel to stay.

Turning on the computer in the hotel room, he logged on to the Internet.

Now that I have money, a lot of things can be done slowly.

Or that familiar house on the east coast of the Americas,

Doug Moss Polsger, the maintainer of network system security on one of the five major black markets in the world online, is working in his computer room, which is a basement that has been excavated and placed several top-of-the-line servers connected together, the machines are carefully selected and expensive, and the special software on it is all written by Doug Moss himself, which in Doug Moss's opinion is much more valuable than the server.

Typing two more letters on the keyboard, feeling a little tired, he twisted his body.

Beneath the hippopotamus's huge buttocks, the steel frame structure under the huge purpose-built seat made a tooth-aching creak, as if it could collapse at any moment.

He glanced down at his ass unhappily, he had gained a lot of weight this month, and it seemed that it was time to change the chair he had ordered a year ago.

At this moment, a Didi alarm suddenly came from the computer, and he turned his head in surprise to find that a word appeared on the computer screen at some point: HELLO!

Doug Moss nearly fell out of his seat, the computer was protected by his carefully programmed program, and he couldn't imagine anyone getting into his computer like a mall without noticing.

"Who are you?"

After replying to the spread out document, he hurried to the computer and quickly opened the program to check it one by one.

There was no trace of intrusion or cracking, as if the person on the other side knew the password he had set.

How can it be? This thought was extinguished by him as soon as it popped up in his mind, and there was more than one password, and several key ones were only remembered in his mind.

He searched harder on his computer to find some clues to the invasion, and as one of the top hackers in the world, he was absolutely confident in this - but the result was that he was disappointed again, so that he doubted his own strength.

"Before we start a conversation, can you move your stomach off the table first, it will affect the mood of the speech too much."

Doug Moss almost turned into Superman and jumped up with his weight of several hundred kilograms: "You...... Where are you? ”

This is directly said, not typed on the computer.

Doug Moss was really frightened, and his little round eyes kept looking around.

Because he is too obese, his computer desk is also specially made, with a horizontal bar underneath, which allows him to put his fat belly on top to gasp.

"Don't look around," the words continued to type out on the computer, "you have built it according to the confidentiality standards of the bank vault, where do you not know the camera of the road, and don't pinch the fat on your chest with your hands, it's too disgusting!" ”

Doug Moss seemed to feel a pair of invisible eyes staring at him in the void, and his hand grasping his breasts froze, and he was creepy, and it took a while to type a line: "Who are you?" ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what I'm looking for you for."

Lin Jixin sent the things in the computer to Doug Moss while typing: "You take a look first, and we'll talk when we're done." ”

After doing all this, he couldn't help but slap the keyboard and laugh wildly: I told you to tease me at the beginning, and it was the turn of the old man to turn over and be the master!