Wen Xiangqian was preparing for the upcoming meeting, but received a call from Yan Kuan. "President Yan, do you have any orders?" Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Xiangqian took the initiative to say hello after answering the phone, speaking in a calm and powerful voice as usual.
"Brother Xiangqian, don't be so estranged with me, just call me Ah Kuan." Yan Kuan's gentle voice slowly reached Wen Qianqian's ears through the receiver of the mobile phone.
Hearing Yan Kuan's steady and gentle voice, Wen Xiangqian's tense heartstrings relaxed: "You are now the president of Baoli. Although I am older, you are the president Yan at work."
"Brother Xiangqian, I'm not calling for business. I want to ask if you are free tonight, can we have dinner together?" Yan Kuan's attitude on the other end of the phone was gentle and respectful, as if he was still the same as before That gentle boy who always likes to have a three-point smile on his face.
"Okay, it just so happens that there is no entertainment at night." Wen Xiangqian nodded in agreement.
"Brother Xiangqian, is there anything you want to eat or is there a restaurant you are familiar with?" Yan Kuan continued in a friendly manner, "There is a Japanese restaurant and a French restaurant that opened earlier in Xiahai City, both of which have opened more than ten years ago. It’s been a well-known restaurant for years, I don’t know which one Brother Qian wants to eat tonight.”
"It will be all right."
"Then I'll make the decision for Brother Xiangqian. I'll ask the assistant to reserve a location, and I'll send you location information later." After speaking, Yan Kuan hung up the phone.
Wen Xiangqian slowly put down the phone, pondered for a moment, then pressed the intercom number on the desk, and notified his assistant: "I have something important tonight, and the general manager will attend the dinner party on my behalf."
"Alright chairman." The assistant replied respectfully on the phone.
Wen Xiangqian cut off the intercom call, picked up the mobile phone that he had just answered and put it in the drawer on the left side of the desk, and then reopened the documents for the meeting to review.
evening.
The sun is setting and the dusk is all together.
This bustling city made of steel and cement is shrouded in fiery red sunset, and the scale-like clouds on the horizon are dyed a gorgeous rose purple by the afterglow of the setting sun. The sky becomes extremely gorgeous like a delicate oil painting. The shape of a sunset flower, and every orange-red light tearing through the clouds are all drawn by the artist with his brush.
Wen Xiangqian sat in his car, and went to the Japanese restaurant that had been open for more than ten years in Xiahai City according to the previously agreed place.
When I came to the restaurant, I saw Yan Kuan's assistant, Xie Ying, wearing a black lady's suit, standing there straight, as soon as he walked into the lobby, he walked over quickly when he saw him appearing, and nodded to say hello, "Wen Dong Well, my young master has been waiting inside for a long time."
"Well, I'll be there right away." Wen Qiang nodded lightly.
Xie Ying immediately straightened up and deliberately walked in front of Wen Qianqian to lead him the way.
When you walk into the seemingly small store, you will find that the interior is spacious and spacious. From the decoration to the furnishings in the house, it is full of Japanese style.
After walking along the quiet corridor for a while, Xie Ying stopped in front of a box door, reached out and knocked on the horizontal wooden door, and then said that the wooden door was opened horizontally, and waved her right hand towards the room as a gesture of invitation. posture.
Wen Qianqian stepped in and walked in. Since the room was covered with tatami mats, there was a shoe changing area at the door of the box. Wen Qianqian took off his leather shoes and put on the white socks prepared in the store before entering the box and bypassing the It was only after the screen made of silk that I saw Yan Kuan sitting around the table and a strange man about thirty years old.
Wen Xiangqian had doubts in his heart, but his face remained calm and did not show it. He walked to the front and back of the table and sat down cross-legged.
"Brother Xiangqian, you don't mind the Japanese food I chose on my own, do you?"
Yan Kuan looked at Wen Qiang without blinking. His fair face had soft outlines and delicate lines. In addition to the slightly raised corners of his mouth and a faint bookish air lingering between his brows, at first glance, he looked like He is a pure and harmless weak scholar.
The Yan Kuan at this moment is not at all like the president of Baoli Group who Wen Xiangqian saw in his office with gloomy eyes and viciousness and hostility.
Fortunately, Wen Xiangqian was used to this kind of scene, so he smiled naturally, and at the same time looked at the strange man with black-rimmed glasses sitting beside him, and asked loudly, "Who is this gentleman?"
"I'm just about to introduce you to Brother Qian. This gentleman's name is Li Jun." Yan Kuan raised his hand and pointed at the man in glasses who was sitting silently opposite the Eight Immortals table, and introduced politely, "This Mr. Li Although his academic qualifications are not high, he is very proficient in computer programs and used to be a network security consultant hired by a well-known domestic software company."
"Is that so?" Wen Qianqian glanced suspiciously at the man named Li Jun, then turned his gaze back to Yan Kuan's face, and smiled embarrassedly, "I'm really sorry, I was in the The U.S. is doing business in the market, and they seldom go back to China, so they don’t know much about domestic talents.”
"I understand. But 7 years ago, the country was attacked by a new type of computer virus. Half of the computers in China were infected with this virus and lost a lot of important information, causing hundreds of millions of losses. I wonder if Brother Qianqian has heard of it? "The arc of Yan Kuan's mouth deepened, and he stared intently at Wen Qiang.
Wen Xiangqian was stunned immediately, and subconsciously recalled what happened seven or eight years ago. It seemed that for a while, he did hear that an advanced Trojan horse virus had spread in China. The speed of this virus spread and its scope was beyond imagination. And at that time, no software company on the market could write an antivirus program. A computer infected with a virus will be completely paralyzed, and all information and materials will be invalid, even shutting down the computer cannot be done.
I heard that even the computers of government agencies were poisoned, and the property losses caused were astonishing in terms of the economy at the time.
In order to prevent computers across the country from being infected with this virus, private hackers and network security consultants from regular companies tried to write antivirus software but failed.
And this virus is called—Panda Burning Incense.
"I've heard it, could it be..." Wen Xiangqian said slowly, at the same time, he turned his eyes and shifted his eyes to the man with glasses little by little, looking at this ordinary-looking man with a little surprise. The unobtrusive man asked, "Could it be that this Mr. Li is the initiator of that virus?"
"It seems that Brother Xiangqian has a good grasp of information. Although he is not in China, he still knows about domestic affairs." Yan Kuan looked at Wen Xiangqian appreciatively, and continued to introduce the glasses man next to him softly, "Panda Burning Incense" No one can solve the virus. In the end, Li Jun wrote the antivirus program after sitting in front of the computer for half an hour. Li Jun is very talented in the computer field, but it is a pity that the software company hired him as a network security consultant. It’s just a marketing strategy to attract the public’s attention, and it only gave Li Jun a vain job with a monthly salary of 3,000, overqualified and undervalued.”
"To be able to cause such a big storm on the Internet, but only pay a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, it is really inferior." Wen Xiangqian nodded in agreement, but there were more doubts in his heart.
Yan Kuan invited himself out for dinner and introduced him to this master hacker. Did Yan Kuan say so much to tell him something, or did he have ulterior motives, what did he want him to do? But if it's the latter, then what is the purpose of Yan Kuan introducing this person to him