At 6:30 in the afternoon, Qiao Nian finally raised his head from a pile of archival materials and moved his stiff neck left and right.
She reached for her phone and glanced at the message.
Lu Zhi sent her a WeChat message, reminding her not to forget to like the posts every day.
Qiao Nian lazily flipped through the Moments, scrolled down manually to find someone's eye-catching Moments post every day, and liked it directly.
After she liked the post, she left the circle of friends.
Ye Wangchuan called.
The girl is wearing a light blue shirt today, with a white T-shirt underneath. The hem of the shirt hangs around her waist, looking extremely casual.
She hadn't worn a baseball cap these days, revealing a delicate and flamboyant face, so she picked up the phone, put the phone to her ear, and said nonchalantly, "Wait for me, I'll be out in five minutes."
"OK."
The man's voice is low, mellow and charming.
Qiao Nian couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, put the phone away, glanced at the screen, and hung up the call.
She put her phone aside and started packing her things.
Who knew that out of the corner of my eye I would suddenly catch a pop-up group message.
[Thin waist control: The Independent Continent has been a bit uneasy lately.]
[Guan Yan: Are you having a seizure?]
[Thin waist control: Your uncle is crazy! I was just playing on the computer and saw an interesting post, which seems to reveal the inside story of the director of the First Research Institute. Tsk, this is going to ruin the reputation of the director of the First Research Institute!]
He also posted a series of Q-version emoticons of "watching the fun with eyes wide open".
When Qiao Nian saw this, he reached out for his phone, edited the message and sent it.
[SUN: What news? Send it to me.]
[Thin waist control: Boss, why are you diving again! You scared me to death.]
[Thin waist control: Wait a minute, I'll look for it.]
A few seconds later.
The thin waist control fan threw a link in the group.
Qiao Nian leaned against the desk, lowered her head and opened the link shared by the thin waist control, and scanned the post on the black market at a glance. An anonymous ID revealed that there was a shady deal in the selection of the successor of the First Research Institute this time, and Feng Yu leaked the questions in advance for his own selfish reasons.
The person who broke the news spoke with certain details and it was obvious that he was an insider of the institute.
The black market is a mixed place, and news can spread easily.
This post involves the First Research Institute of Independent Continent and is very popular.
In just a few hours, it had fermented greatly.
Some people have speculated on the authenticity of the revelations and scolded Feng Yu for being a fame-seeker.
It only took Qiao Nian ten minutes to hack the post.
However, once the news spreads on the black market, her hacking of the original news will only make some people think that they accidentally discovered a "secret" of no importance, which will then lead to rebellious psychology. These people will spread rumors on the black market even more unscrupulously...
Qiao Nian was also aware of this, so after she hacked the original message, she casually threw the anonymous ID into the Red Alliance group.
[Thin waist control: ???]
He has been teaching Ye Qichen programming in Beijing recently and is usually bored.
The thrush that Grandpa Ye has raised for several years has been fed frequently by him recently, and the bird has become so fat that it is almost like a ball.
[SUN: Check the person behind this ID.]
The thin-waisted girl who was far away in Beijing saw the message in the group, jumped up from the sofa excitedly, grabbed a handful of her bird feathers, and quickly got up to find the computer.
Work, work.
He's almost dead from idleness.
Finally, a jerk caught the boss's attention and found him something to do!
(End of this chapter)