"Mr. Gusu, please order one!" Xing Qingqing said.
This was beyond her ability. It was no longer a technical issue, but a decision-making issue that needed to be decided by the old beggar.
The old beggar thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to visit someone!"
"Mr. Gusu, we don't have enough time!"
"Isn't it three days?"
"Less than three days!"
"I'll be back in two days!"
The old beggar said and left.
Seeing the old beggar go out, Xing Qingqing was confused for a moment. She didn't know what to do. It would take two days, two days later.
And the key is, won't there be any accidents in these two days? Xing Qingqing couldn't guarantee it herself, because Zhang Feng and the machine in the game were no longer under her control.
what to do
Xing Qingqing was thinking about possible solutions, but she couldn't think of them.
"Director, do you want to continue?" the technician asked.
"Yes, continue, the intensity must be stable, fourth-level monster!" Xing Qingqing said.
"Yes!" the technician said: "The data of Zhang Feng and the machine are still at the critical point!"
Xing Qingqing nodded. This is the only way for now. Data can be deceiving. I hope it won't happen to Zhang Feng.
The technician had been working at high load for several hours, and he couldn't hold it any longer, so Xing Qingqing went to ask someone to change his shift.
It took the two of them more than half an hour to change the shift. There were too many details and there was no room for any mistakes. After the change was completed, the technician went down to rest.
At this time, Zhang Feng was still sitting there motionless, and of course the same was true for Robot Dragon Warrior No. 1. Monsters kept rushing up to him.
Xing Qingqing did not dare to leave for a moment, and was always paying attention. It was related to her success or failure, Zhang Feng's, the old beggar's, and the country's.
She felt that the burden on her shoulders was too heavy, and she felt that the burden on Zhang Feng's shoulders was even heavier. He had worked hard to do it.
If it fails, Zhang Feng will die, but she, Xing Qingqing, will be unscathed. At most, she will be heartbroken and heartbroken. She can start over from scratch. It is estimated that a second Zhang Feng will come soon.
This is how things unfolded, and this is probably what the old beggar meant.
At this time, the old beggar had already sat on the helicopter and headed to Wuji Temple, Zhang Feng's master.
Two hours later, he received a call from Xing Qingqing. When he saw that it was Xing Qingqing, he was almost frightened.
Not good news!
"Qingqing, tell me!" the old beggar said.
Xing Qingqing said: "Mr. Gusu, I need a very powerful hacker. The game is completely out of control, and there are fifth-level monsters coming out!"
It's really not good news, but fortunately it's not serious.
The game is out of control, how is that possible? This game was developed by them themselves and will not be hacked!
But it happened like this, and the old beggar didn't understand these technical things, so he could only accept this reality.
"Okay, I'll call him over!" The old beggar thought of Mike.
We still have to rely on him at critical moments, talent, the importance of talent! Once again let the old beggar realize how important talents are.
If the problems he needs in the future cannot be solved by all the talents under him, that is to say, the lack of this will be fatal at that time, so he collects talents everywhere without delay.
The old beggar called Chen Wanru and asked her to send Mike there as soon as possible.
"But master, Mike is sleeping at the moment, so you can't disturb him!" Chen Wanru said.
Mike has always had a regular schedule, otherwise he would not be able to support his usual high workload.
"Then when will he wake up?" The old beggar asked anxiously.
"Two hours later!"
The old beggar said: "Don't hang up yet!"
"yes!"
The old beggar used another mobile phone to call Xing Qingqing: "Qingqing, can Zhang Feng hold on?"
"It's okay for now!"
"Approximately how long can it last!"
"At most an hour and a half at the moment!"
"You have to hold on for two hours. Mike will be here in two hours!"
"Yes, Mr. Gusu!"
This is a dead order, Xing Qingqing can only accept the order!
The old beggar said to Chen Wanru again: "Okay, when he wakes up in two hours, send him over to Xing Qingqing immediately, without delaying for a moment!"
"Yes, I will go in person!"
Chen Wanru said.
call
The old beggar let out a long breath. There were too many unexpected changes today, and the old beggar felt that he couldn't handle it.
A few hours later, he arrived outside Wuji Temple. He trotted up to find out what was going on when Zhang Feng and the machine became one with each other.
When we got to the top, the gate of Wuji Temple was closed tightly, and it seemed that it was impossible to get close. This place is generally not closed, and this time period is noon, which is the worst time to close the door.
The old beggar was walking back and forth in front of the door, thinking about a solution. He was impatient, but two days was enough, and he still hoped to get his doubts answered as soon as possible and go back.
At this moment the door opened, and a little Taoist boy came out, holding a letter in his hand, and said to the old beggar: "Are you Mr. Gusu?"
"It's me, little master, how did you know I was coming?" The old beggar was very surprised.
The little Taoist boy said: "My master knew you were coming and asked me to wait. But I was too sleepy and fell asleep behind the door. Fortunately, I woke up in time. This is what my master has given you. Please open it first." Look, then Master will have a word for you!”
"Is your master a Taoist from Wuqing?" The old beggar didn't know this little Taoist boy, so he had to ask clearly.
The little boy said: "Exactly!"
The old beggar quickly opened the envelope. Inside was a piece of paper. The paper was spread out. There was no word on the white paper. The old beggar looked at it again and again, but there was still no word!
"Little Master, what's going on? Why is it blank? Did you get it wrong?" the old beggar asked.
"You won't get it wrong. Since you have read the envelope, I will convey the words of the master. The master said: The best is like water! Okay, nothing happens anymore, please come back!"
"this"
The little Taoist boy had already entered and closed the door. The old beggar was holding a blank piece of paper. His mind was also blank. What do you mean
Is the best good like water
Too abstruse!
Taoist Priest, you think highly of me!
The old beggar was screaming in his heart.
One question is that Wu Qingdao knew he was coming a long time ago. This is very profound. How did he know he was coming? Was it calculated? Is it a prediction
The best is like water!
Those who need to understand understand.
People who don’t need to understand don’t understand.
There are so many secrets here, is it a secret that cannot be revealed
The old beggar did not knock on the door again, but bowed to Guanmen and said, "Thank you, Taoist Master Wu Qing, for your guidance!"
Then he left.
The little Taoist boy inside Guanmen went back to resume his life. Taoist Master Wu Qing was meditating inside. The little Taoist boy went in and bowed down and said, "Master, Mr. Gusu has left!"
"Um!"
The little Taoist boy got up and went out.
"Disciple!"
Taoist Master Wu Qing opened his eyes and called out to his eight-year-old apprentice.
"Master!"
Taoist Master Wu Qing said, "Do you know what it means?"
"I don't know, my disciple is stupid and asks the master to explain!"