Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that the last time was already two months ago.
"Got it, wait, I'll go there now."
…
As soon as Song Rui got off the social dinner, he rushed to the company without stopping.
Seeing his son sitting in a wheelchair, his body has not yet recovered, and he has to run around for the company. He stood at the door with guilt in his eyes.
He didn't dare to disturb Song Wenchuan, watched the meeting silently, then quietly withdrew, and called an emergency meeting.
It’s fine if the data is lost, if you are afraid of it being leaked, it will be obtained by someone with a heart.
For the Song family, that was a devastating blow.
Song Wenchuan's hands tapped on the keyboard quickly, so fast that almost only afterimages remained. Just knocking and knocking, his brain became more and more chaotic, and his movements became more and more sluggish.
no-
This thought was firmly rooted in Song Wenchuan's mind, and he couldn't fall down at this moment.
He gritted his teeth and persisted.
But that doesn't make the current situation much better, and the incident is still getting worse.
The technicians who have been cooperating with Song also lost contact at this time.
Song Wenchuan knew that this was the person behind the scenes who wanted to attack the Song family. After learning that he woke up, he couldn't help it. No longer trying to swallow the Song family slowly, but want to start from here and directly destroy the Song family!
Although he has good skills, he is not as good as someone who specializes in this industry.
If no one can be contacted again, the consequences—
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, Song Wenchuan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly fell headfirst onto the keyboard.
"General manager!!"
The technicians beside him were horrified when they saw the mess of garbled characters on the screen, rapidly eroding their company's defense network at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Once it's all broken.
That…
"General Manager, wake up!"
"Mr. Song? Mr. Song?"
Everyone knows about Song Wenchuan's situation. He came here from the hospital. The special assistant, Xiang Hao, was stunned for a moment, and while urgently pulling out his mobile phone to call the ambulance, he quickly checked Song Wenchuan's situation with his colleagues.
In everyone's eyes, he is now a glass doll.
If there was no other way, Xiang Hao didn't want to disturb his recuperation.
"Hello, is this xx private hospital? We are here..."
"okay."
A big pale hand suddenly reached out, took Xiang Hao's cell phone, and calmly pressed it to hang up.
"Mr. Song?!"
Xiang Hao wept with joy. He looked at Song Wenchuan who had sat up again at some point in surprise, his hands trembling with joy.
"Just wake up, I was really scared to death just now."
Song Wenchuan glanced at him lightly, pinched the center of his brows, and said in a hoarse voice, "Just now? What's wrong?"
"Uh—" Xiang Hao was surprised, "Mr. Song, you were repairing our company's network protection wall just now..."
"Tut—"
The man's expression was lazy, he put his forehead on his forehead and clicked his tongue lightly, then raised his eyebrows and looked at the computer screen.
A screen of green garbled characters.
"It's so simple that it can't be handled well? You don't need to go to work at all."
His voice was low and impersonal.
Shrinking to Haoser, he murmured in his heart why Mr. Song suddenly became so powerful, and it was scary standing beside him. Although Xiao Song used to be very serious when he was serious, but now he is still fundamentally different.
At this moment, he heard the crackling sound of the keyboard, and opened his mouth wide in surprise the next second.