Three hours later, the old man looked away from the microscope and looked at the pills, his shoulders shaking with excitement.
I quickly found my phone to take a photo, then flipped through the few contacts in my address book and sent it to the person marked as Q.
*
It was still six o'clock in the afternoon in Beijing, just the perfect time for summer.
Qiao Nian returned to the apartment, went upstairs to take a shower, and then came out, wiping her shiny black hair with a towel in her hand.
As she walked out, she saw her laptop on the table light up.
She walked over, clicked the keys of the notebook with one hand, picked up the bottle of mineral water beside her with the other hand, unscrewed the lid, leaned against the edge of the desk, tilted her head back, rolled her throat up and down, and took a sip of water.
She screwed the lid back on, put in the mineral water, and clicked on the photo Damon sent her without moving her eyebrows.
Above the photo was a series of obscure numbers.
Qiao Nian read through the experimental data at a glance, put his finger on the mouse, and calmly processed the photo to ensure that no one would steal the data in the photo through the Internet.
After she finished all this, she picked up the towel again and planned to continue drying her hair.
As a result, I received a call from Liang Conglin.
"Hello."
As soon as the phone was connected, Liang Conglin asked her in an impatient voice.
"Qiao Nian, do you still have the backup of the robot system you made this afternoon on your computer?"
The robotic system she made this afternoon
Qiao Nian narrowed his eyes, a little surprised, and said softly: "No."
She has no habit of backing up, and basically everything she handles is unique, including popular viruses, iris verification systems, etc.
When she did it, she only had one copy and never made any backups.
Besides, the robot operating system Liang Conglin mentioned was just an assignment for participating in the competition, so there was no reason for her to make a special backup.
But Qiao Nian keenly noticed the anxiety in his tone, her eyes darkened, and she whispered, "Principal Liang, what happened?"
"The USB drive you gave to Professor Du and the others was stolen!"
Liang Conglin had seen Qiao Nian's connections and strength in the illegal area, and knew that she was not just an ordinary student.
I didn't have to be so cautious when talking to her. I told her the emergency at school without hiding anything: "We have checked the surveillance cameras in the security room, but we are not sure if we can find the lost USB drive. I was afraid that we couldn't find the USB drive, so I thought of calling you to ask if you have a backup on your computer..."
"If you don't have a backup on your computer, we have to find your USB drive..."
Qiao Nian raised an eyebrow and said in a surprised tone: "My USB drive was stolen?"
Who would steal a USB drive for no reason
The other party was also able to enter the computer teacher's office at Tsinghua University and steal things.
Qiao Nian couldn't help but think of the students she ran into when she left at noon as they were moving teaching materials into the office.
Among them, there was one person who stood out among a group of computer students—Yin Wenzhi.
She did it
Qiao Nian tilted her head, her skin was extremely white, her drooping eyelashes concealed the emotions in her eyes, the lines of her neck were perfect and smooth, and her shiny black hair that had just been washed made the skin on her neck look even whiter.
“I don’t have a backup on my computer.”
"I understand." Liang Conglin's voice on the other end of the phone sounded extremely troubled: "I will check the surveillance with the school teacher to see who stole it, and try to get the USB drive back. If we can't find it...we will think of another way!"
(End of this chapter)