Chapter 351: 141, Chen Shanhe trembles! After half a year, Lin Mo is back!_6
What!
174,023 bits per second????
Upon hearing this number, everyone in the hall was dumbfounded, a series of gasps constantly erupted throughout the venue.
Assuming each bit carried a virus or a Trojan, this was tantamount to nearly 200,000 fearless soldiers breaching the borders of Grand Xia every second, ready to wreak havoc in the ocean of the internet.
“Damn… what’s going on? How is it so fierce?”
“Hiss…”
“What are you standing around for, hurry up, rebuild the firewall, block as much as you can.”
“Quick, go contact the head, tell him to rush back!”
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While Dark was engaging in the first round of confrontation with Grand Xia’s cyber security department, the live stream setup had also been completed.
The familiar countdown appeared at the center of the laptop screen.
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[Live stream started successfully]
The laptop screen in front of Lin Mo flashed, followed by the live stream interface appearing, along with the image of his family.
[Hello everyone, I’m Lin Mo, a fugitive with a million-dollar bounty on my head, I have something to say, if you want to hear it, please enter (www.xxxxx.com) live stream.]
[Just by entering the live stream, you can get a 100 yuan red packet, and for every minute you stay, you’ll get a varying amount of red packet rewards.]
The link that had appeared six months ago was once again sent to the mobile phones of the citizens of Grand Xia Country.
However, this time, the number of people wasn’t 100,000, but a whopping 5 million!
Throughout Grand Xia Country, a total of 5 million unique IPs—that is, 5 million mobile phones—received the message simultaneously!
If there were a God’s-eye view, one would see that within mere minutes, the entire Grand Xia Country was in an uproar!
The name Lin Mo was once again thrust into the eye of the storm!
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Yuhang.
Gourmet Street intersection.
After over six months of grinding, Zhang Yihua’s skin had darkened, his hair was in shambles, and long nights had left him listless, a far cry from his former vigor and ambition.
Wearing a ride-hailing jacket, he sat on the curb, devouring cheap egg-fried rice.
After eating, he pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and began to smoke.
“Hey, driver.”
That’s when a rough male voice called out.
Zhang Yihua hurriedly discarded his cigarette butt, wiped the grease from his hands on his jacket, stood up politely, and said, “Hey, boss, you’re heading to… ”
He stopped mid-sentence.
In front of him stood a stout, middle-aged man, with a beauty on each arm, looking very much like a nouveau-riche.
When the middle-aged man saw Zhang Yihua, he too paused, then chuckled, “Yo, isn’t this Mr. Zhang? How come you’re dressed like this, experiencing life, eh?”
After finishing,
he said to the two women beside him, “You recognize him? This guy right here is the famous Zhang Yihua, Mr. Zhang, the big boss of Yihua Animation Studio, a big shot!”
“Come on, pay your respects to Mr. Zhang.”
The two garishly dressed women cooed in unison, “Hello, Mr. Zhang~~”
Zhang Yihua instinctively stepped back half a step, hung his head low in embarrassment, and said meekly, “Mr. Bai, you jest. I’ve got something on, so I’ll be leaving…”
The Mr. Bai in question too owned an animation studio and had always wanted Zhang Yihua to work for him, but Zhang Yihua wanted to go it alone, hence he had refused.
The two weren’t enemies by any means, but rather, they simply didn’t get along.
Running into someone you know during a downfall is an enormous blow for a man who once had dreams, strove for success, and had even a touch of glory.
“Stop right there!” Mr. Bai called out, “Did I fucking say you could go?”
“You’re a driver, right? I’m looking for a driver, come drive for me.”
Zhang Yihua clenched his fists and stopped walking, his voice cold, “I am a driver, but I don’t want to drive for you. Got a problem?”
Mr. Bai sized up Zhang Yihua, extended his hand, and started clapping rhythmically: “Ah, Mr. Zhang is truly Mr. Zhang, even fallen to these depths, you’ve still got spunk!”
Clap… clap clap…
To the two women beside him he said, “What are you waiting for, give Mr. Zhang a round of applause!”
The two women, oblivious to the underlying issues, simply followed the command of their patron, clapping vigorously.
To them, it wasn’t about looking down on Zhang Yihua; they were just doing what the boss said for the sake of earning a bit more for their livelihood.
The clapping of the three quickly drew the attention of the people around.
“Idiot…”
Zhang Yihua muttered under his breath and turned to leave.
He truly wasn’t afraid of confrontation; in fact, he had nothing to fear in Yuhang, where uncles abounded and safety was hardly a concern.
Moreover, he knew this Mr. Bai well, just an animation studio boss who was all bark and no bite, with no significant backing.
“Mr. Zhang is right, I am an idiot,” retorted Mr. Bai, not at all offended but rather grinning, “However, my brother-in-law works at the traffic control bureau, and he keeps telling me, ‘drive safe, if your license gets revoked, it’s going to be a months-long ordeal.’”
Hearing this, Zhang Yihua involuntarily stopped in his tracks.
Driving was currently his most lucrative job, and if his license were really to be revoked, it would cause significant complications.
“Ugh…”
Zhang Yihua took a deep breath, walked over, and held out his hand, “Give me the keys, I’ll drive for you.”
“Oh, just like that, you think the issue of you cursing at me is resolved?” Mr. Bai extended the car keys toward the woman on his left and said, “Spit on it.”