With regret, Lin Jixin quietly watched the middle-aged woman leading the way knock on the door of Galakamo's office.

"Who?" Galakamo's angry voice sounded, "I said don't bother me!"

"Dr., the people from Pfaritton are here."

Galacamo's momentum was obviously frustrated, and his voice fell several levels: "Please come in."

Seeing the front desk pushing the door open, Lin Jixin walked in under her worried gaze. Behind her, the middle-aged woman brought the door tightly again.

Lin Jixin walked to a sofa in front of the desk and sat down, looking at the man behind the desk unrestrainedly.

Galakamo's name is well-known, but it was the first time he saw a real person.

Like in the photo information, he was in his fifties, gray hair, ridiculous round black-edged glasses, and his pair of round ears that attracted wind, looked more like a funny clown than a doctor. Perhaps it was because of his appearance that no one except the former big money owner Calbin Hamo, no one regarded him as a real scientist, and even this rare genius eventually passed away in hunger and pain.

People are thinner than those in the photo. It seems that this scientist has not been doing well recently - this is normal. It would be strange if anyone changes to anyone, if he knows that he is about to go bankrupt, his hard-working paper is regarded as crazy words and can be calm.

Under Lin Jixin's eyes, Galacamo began to restlessly: "I have a list of all the costs of this...the laboratory..."

"No explanation is needed," Lin Jixin interrupted him without hesitation, "I won't listen to the explanation."

Galacamo twisted his butt quickly again.

He was about to speak, but Lin Jixin interrupted him again: "What you have to do now is sign the contract, pack up and leave."

Galacamo tried to keep calm: "I have a lot of things..."

"Two days." Lin Jixin coldly raised two fingers. While talking, he felt that he was indeed quite talented to be a bourgeois boss. "Two days!"

Under his strength, Galakamo signed unwillingly.

Galacamo knew very well that at the moment when the pen fell, he had no relationship with the laboratory that had been betting for decades. His pen kept shaking and finally finished writing the name he had been familiar with on weekdays.

After collecting the contract, Lin Jixin snorted: "It depends on your cooperation, let me give you some advice."

Galacamo frowned: "What's the way."

"Tell me this phone number," Lin Jixin issued a number, "I am a rich and rich man who likes strange things. If I can impress him, money will not be a problem."

"Is it so good?" Galacamo doubted.

"Is there any money in this world that is easy to get? It's not that I'm desperate, I don't recommend you pull this number."

After saying that, Lin Jixin got up and left.

It is not the time to have a deep conversation. Only when he is at a desperate situation will Galakamo willingly give up everything and do things for him.

Meeting himself is just to use the "spiritual suggestion technique", and he needs Galacamo to remember his phone when he gives up all hope.

He believed that after his "studying the wrong way", they would not be too far away next time they met.

After leaving Galacamo's laboratory and using this disguise, he found a hotel to live in.

Turn on the computer in the hotel room and he logs on to the Internet.

Now that I have money, many things can be carried out slowly.

It's still the familiar house on the east coast of America,

Doug Moss Pollsger, one of the five major black markets online in the world, is working in his computer room. Unlike the room above his head and ordinary computers, this is a basement that is dug out, with several top-level servers connected together. The machines are carefully selected and expensive products. The special software on it is written by Doug Moss himself. In Doug Moss's opinion, these software are much more valuable than servers.

He typed two letters on the keyboard again, feeling a little tired, so he twisted his body.

Under the hippo-like butt, the steel frame structure at the bottom of the specially made huge seat made a squeaking sound, as if it might collapse at any time.

He looked down his butt in unhappy mood. He had gained a lot of weight this month. It seemed that the chair he customized a year ago was about to change.

At this moment, Didi's alarm suddenly came from the computer. He turned his head in surprise and found that a word appeared on the computer screen: HELLO!

Doug Moss almost fell from his seat. The computer was protected by a program he wrote carefully. He could not imagine that someone could enter his computer like a shopping mall without any observation.

"Who are you?"

After replying to the spread document, he quickly went to the computer and quickly opened the program to check it one by one.

There were no traces of invasion or cracking, as if the person opposite knew the password he set.

How is this possible? This idea came to his mind and was extinguished by him. There were more than one password, and several key ones were only remembered in his mind.

He searched harder on the computer, trying to find some clues of the invasion. As the top hackers in the world, he had absolute confidence in this regard - but as a result, he was disappointed again, so he was a little suspicious of his own strength.

"Before we start a conversation, can we move your stomach off the table first? It will affect our mood of speaking too much."

Doug Moss almost turned into Superman and jumped up with his hundreds of kilograms: "Where are you?"

This is said directly, not on the computer.

Doug Moss was really frightened, and his little round eyes kept looking around.

Because of his overly obeseness, his computer desk is also specially made, and a horizontal grid is added below to allow him to put his fat belly on top to breathe.

"Don't look around," the computer continued to type, "You've built according to the confidentiality standards of the bank vault. Where do you know the camera you don't know? Also, don't pinch the fat on your chest with your hands. It's too disgusting!"

Doug Moss seemed to feel a pair of invisible eyes staring at him in the void. His hand holding his breasts froze, and a burst of creepy. After a while, a line of words appeared: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is why I look for you."

Lin Jixin typed and sent Doug Moss the things on the computer: "You check it out first, let's talk later."

After doing all this, he couldn't help but laugh at the keyboard: I told you to tease me, it's Laozi's turn to turn over and make the decision!
Chapter completed!