Luo Qing was also walking back and forth, urging the staff in the technical department to think of another solution.
The entire corridor was filled with a tense atmosphere.
Qiao Tingtian didn't even raise her head, her slender hands tapping the keyboard slowly and steadily, forming a sharp contrast with the tense atmosphere.
"Eighty-six percent."
"The other party copied 93 percent of it."
The numbers kept climbing up, and every jump in the numbers seemed to be beating on everyone's hearts.
Luo Qing stopped walking back and forth. He held his head and grabbed his hair in pain, looking extremely irritable.
"Think of another solution!"
"You are the most advanced IT talents in the country. Don't you have any solution?"
In fact, everyone in the technical department had given up. Upon hearing this, they looked at each other and saw despair and anxiety on each other's faces.
There is really no way.
They tried their best...
"Ninety-seven percent."
This count is like a countdown.
Just three percent.
Converted into time, it may be less than a minute!
Everyone's heart was shrouded in a layer of haze, and everyone's lips were tightly pursed. The people in the technical department completely gave up resistance and their hands had left the keyboard.
Everyone stared at the numbers jumping on the computer, waiting for the final moment to come...
Ninety-eight percent.
Ninety-nine percent.
Time will not stop for anyone.
Everyone was in despair.
at this time.
A technician who was counting the countdown was stunned for a moment and said, "It stopped?!" The others were startled and hurried over, blinking hard, fearing that they had seen it wrong.
“Nothing has moved.”
"It seems to be motionless."
"The copy process has stopped."
"Let me see!" Luo Qing grabbed a notebook and looked at it quickly. He found that the progress bar on the database was stuck at 99% and had not jumped for several seconds.
He was overjoyed and turned to ask the others: "Who wrote the program to intercept it? Well done!"
"Not me." A technician shook his head.
Another technician shook his head: "It's not me either."
Wherever he looked, all the technicians shook their heads and denied that they had intercepted the other party's copy program.
Luo Qing was puzzled and frowned, his rough face looked anxious: "If it's not you, then who is it?"
Everyone remembered that there was another person.
Another person has a computer.
More than twenty pairs of eyes looked towards the quiet corner at the same time—
Two big exclamations popped up in my heart.
Oh shit!
The girl lowered her head, her eyes still on the computer screen, her fingers rapidly typing something on the keyboard. She did not even look up because of the noise on their side, as if she was not in the same world as them. She gave people a feeling of banditry.
Gu San was also dumbfounded, and three words slipped out of his throat: "Miss Qiao?"
Is it Qiao Nian
Luo Qing was stunned on the spot.
I looked in astonishment at the girl who was wearing a baseball cap and only revealed her delicate profile.
That's right, she looks like she is only eighteen or nineteen years old, no more than a high school girl. She is not dressed conspicuously, with a sweatshirt and jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes with a star print on them. He has seen his daughter wearing this brand before, it seems to be very popular. Is it Converse
The price is not expensive, about 300 yuan a pair.
The girl looked ordinary from head to toe, except for her overly eye-catching face, there was nothing special about her. How could she be so amazing
(End of this chapter)