After reading the text messages that almost filled her inbox, Grace cursed softly.

"Hell!"

Jamie's eyes were immediately drawn to him.

"Is something wrong?"

Grace put down her phone and explained very speechlessly:

"Hackers hacked into the computers of some students in Exeter and posted some of their 'treasures' on the school online forum."

"Wow!"

Jamie listened with great interest.

Especially the video of the boy and the female teaching assistant, he has a friend who really wants to see it.

Grace shrugged and told Jamie two things.

"The bad news is that Exeter's school network has collapsed, and when the server is restarted and restored, those revelations must have been deleted by the school long ago."

"And what about the good news?"

Jamie couldn't help but ask.

Grace gave Jamie a meaningful look.

"The hacker also posted the revelations to Exeter's nemesis, Phillips Andover's school website, and so far, their servers haven't crashed."

Jamie didn't say a word, immediately borrowed a network cable from the store, connected to his laptop, sat side by side with Grace, and watched it with relish.

A few minutes later, when a strange and unpleasant sound came from the computer, attracting the curious eyes of the other customers in the store, Jamie and Grace had no choice but to close their laptops.

Jamie is okay, after all, he has been in actual combat.

For Grace, it opened the door to a new world.

It turns out that the classroom desks can still be used like this.

I feel that the strange knowledge points have increased again.

During this period, Grace received a notification from the school on her mobile phone that classes would be closed in the afternoon, and Ivy League Week activities would be cancelled.

But that's not the best news for Grace.

The football quarterback, who threatened to drink her footwash, has been disqualified from Harvard.

The reason was that Professor Baker saw a video of that classroom battle online.

That's right, that quarterback is the male lead.

broke out such black material, and his road to college by relying on sports recruitment was completely blocked.

If his grades in cultural classes are better, he can also try to apply to some ordinary universities.

However, according to Grace, this guy only scored 410 on the SAT.

Jamie believes that the score was definitely made by himself and not by him.

Because the SAT score is 400, relying on Mengdu is definitely more than this score.

Originally, Grace had removed Harvard from her target university after learning that the quarterback had been specially recruited by Harvard.

Now that there is such a thing, Harvard has immediately become her first choice.

"By the way, we talked for so long just now, I forgot to ask you, which university are you going to?"

Grace asked curiously, biting the straw on her lips.

Jamie shrugged and told Grace that just this morning, he had been accepted to Harvard.

Grace congratulates Jamie on the spot, seemingly unconcerned that Jamie has taken a place at Exeter High School.

Just then, Grace's cell phone rang.

It was her mother calling.

Grace stood up with her phone in hand.

"My mum must have heard about the Exeter school online, so I had to go."

After saying that, he suddenly leaned over without warning and kissed Jamie on the face.

"Goodbye, my boy!"

Seeing Grace's slender figure disappear behind the glass door of the restaurant, Jamie reminisced about the kiss for a while, then took out his phone and sent a text message to Zuckerberg.

Ten minutes later, Zuckerberg walked into the restaurant in a hurry, still wearing his trademark slippers.

Jamie raised his hand and motioned for the waiter to bring two more cups of coffee.

Zuckerberg walked up to Jamie and sat down, only to put down the bag containing the laptop, and immediately talked about the hacking of the Exeter school network.

The conversation went on and on, until the clerk brought two cups of coffee and looked up to say thank you.

took a sip of coffee and was about to continue, when a sentence suddenly came out of Jamie's mouth on the other side.

"You're the hacker who hacked into Exeter's school network, right?"

Zuckerberg was stunned, his eyes wide.

"No kidding, man, nine times out of ten this thing was done by Phillips Andofo's people, and everyone thinks so now."

"And I was also a victim of this hacking, and the photos on my computer were also posted online."

Jamie can give 9 points for this performance, and 1 point is deducted because Zuckerberg's slipper-wearing feet have been swinging restlessly under the table.

"Actually, you did something wrong, you shouldn't disguise yourself as a victim."

"Ordinary people's computers lack awareness of prevention, and it is reasonable to be hacked, but you are a powerful hacker yourself, and your computer has also been hacked, which is somewhat unreasonable, right?"

Under the pressure of Jamie's gaze, Zuckerberg's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.

He was going to struggle a little more.

"Even I was tricked, doesn't it just mean that the other party's hacking skills are very powerful?"

Jamie sneered.

"Okay, then the question is, with such a powerful hacker, wouldn't it make more sense to do something than hacking into a high school network?"

Zuckerberg still wanted to quibble, but was directly interrupted by Jamie.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't say this to the hacker, I said it to you."

Zuckerberg was stunned again.

With no way back, he finally broke out.

"That's right, that hacker is me!"

"You've soaked the goddess in the minds of the Execk high school boys, you've robbed the Execk students of their Harvard admissions, but I'm the one who those incompetent bastards scold on the school net!"

That's what Jamie wants.

In front of Zuckerberg, he took a voice recorder from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Zuckerberg looked at the recorder with a panicked expression.

"You recorded?"

Jamie raised his hand and made a gesture of please.

"Why don't you check it out for yourself?"

Zuckerberg hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't pick up the recorder.

Because that's not the point.

The point is that he also needs to bet on whether Jamie has another voice recorder hidden on him.

Zuckerberg quickly forced himself to calm down, then looked up at Jamie.

"Illegal recordings cannot be used as evidence."

"Evidence obtained by hacking methods cannot be used as evidence either, but that doesn't prevent them from being useful at all, right?"

Looking at Zuckerberg, who was feigning to be calm on the other side, Jamie had a direct showdown:

"Think about the football team quarterback who canceled the special recruitment, I watched the video, even if he doesn't play and doesn't go to college, he can still go to the San Fernando Valley to develop, but who would want a hacker who was disqualified from Harvard because he hacked into his high school network and exposed his classmates' black materials?"

"The high-tech companies that used to be bullish on you? Although the things they do in private are even dirtier than this, they are all moral models on the table. ”

These words directly destroyed the last vestiges of illusion in Zuckerberg's heart.

He lowered his head and admitted that he had indeed been impulsive before.

Jamie just shrugged his shoulders at this.

After a stick, it's time to give sweet dates.

"Actually, you're not completely wrong, at least exposing that quarterback is doing a good job."

Zuckerberg looked up and looked at Jamie in disbelief.

But when I think of Jamie's relationship with Grace, I am relieved.

"Okay, now let's talk about WeHouse, Rebecca told me that you're willing to help us develop this site for free, but I still think you should get paid."

"$100,000 or a lifetime membership of WeHouse, you can choose one."

Zuckerberg's eyes lit up.

$100,000 is not a small amount, but in comparison, he is more interested in the honorary reward of WeHouse Life Membership.

At this time, Jamie reminded again:

"It's not a test of choosing the present or the future, and if you're optimistic about WeHouse's prospects, a lifetime membership is indeed a better choice than a hundred thousand dollars, provided you can guarantee that you can live long enough. After all, you never know which one will come first, and you definitely don't want a lifetime membership to change to an annual or monthly card, right? ”

Zuckerberg's slippers were writhing uneasily, and he was now a little unsure whether he was going to take Jamie's advice.

In the end, Zuckerberg chose WeHouse as a lifetime member.

After all, being able to live in a rich manor's mansion for free once a year is still very tempting for Zuckerberg now.

After negotiating the "pay", Jamie then began to assign tasks to Zuckerberg.

"I read that website you did well, and it basically meets my requirements, but this requirement is only for those ordinary website developers, for a genius like you, don't you think the functions of this website are too mediocre?"

Jamie needed that kind of experience that would be refreshing to the user.

It may have just been hit hard, and Zuckerberg was not able to immediately keep up with Jamie's train of thought.

Jamie had no choice but to further inspire:

"I know you've developed a music program before that got 3 stars from PC Magazine, do you know what appealed to me the most? It learns the user's habit of listening to music and recommends the same type of music to the user based on this. ”

That's when Zuckerberg reacted.

"What do you mean, let me develop a similar algorithm for WeHouse to recommend the same type of products to users based on their preference for manors or vacation villas?"

And that's not all Jamie's ambitions.

"What you're talking about is just a rudimentary version of the algorithm, and I hope that when it is upgraded to an advanced version, its role will no longer be simply to recommend to users, but to be able to influence and even dominate the needs of users, that is, what we push to them, they will like."

Zuckerberg looked at Jamie with a shocked expression.

"What do you mean...... Brainwash? ”

Jamie shook his head and said:

"I prefer to refer to it as putting users in a 'cocoon' of information rather than the word you use. There is no doubt that this is definitely the future direction of the Internet, and the more developed the Internet, the more ignorant people will become! ”