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At that time, Han Shaocheng did not understand how serious a bug could be, but when the police came with a group of professionals the next day, he knew.

"Now half of Wall Street's information security has been threatened. We have found that the source is the computer from your home. Please cooperate and go to the FBI with us."

“F？” Han shaochengru was shut in by thunder, but after he went in, the situation continued to expand. In the end, he just punished him for negligence. After all, he was not the source of hackers.

As a result, when the storm is over, the business in the store will return to bleak.

Park Tai Chun bared his upper body, knelt on the ground, but asked to die: "I'm sorry! Blame me for my negligence

Han Shaocheng sat on the chair and put on a smelly face, but he was not really angry. On the contrary, he also wanted to thank Park Taijun. If it wasn't for him, how could his broken shop spread all over the world so quickly? If it wasn't for him, how could Gu Siyu personally deliver tofu to the door.

Han Shaocheng laughs and signals rihe Chunguang to help him up: "it's OK. Don't do it again. Take your game as atonement."

It would be better if there were more moths to hook Gu Siyu.

Han Shaocheng is thinking wildly, then an express is sent up. It's a very simple card: "one thirty in the morning."

The five big characters on it are the handwriting of Queen Gu Siyu.

Han Shaocheng jumped up happily and roared, "close the door! Shut down

"Closed again?" Rihe Chunguang is very worried. He can't help but feel pain for his boss. He made less money, but he always closed down. It's a fool with a lot of money.

That night, Han Shaocheng dressed up like a duck and went out at 1:30 a.m. on time to the downstairs of Gu's mansion. The doorman who was on duty used to see him with high eyebrows, but today he didn't say a word. He immediately opened the door for him.

The light in the hall on the first floor was on 24 hours. The guard took him to the door of the elevator and left.

Han Shaocheng didn't even want to think about it. He pressed the button on the top floor directly and carefully combed his hair by the reflection of the elevator board. Suddenly, his eyes flashed and he found that there was a figure beside his shadow.

It looks like a woman in red. The long hair was floating, blocking the whole face.

Han Shaocheng is surprised. He turns his head to look beside him. It is clear that there is nothing. Just then, the light in the elevator suddenly goes out.

Han Shaocheng exclaimed: "help! There is a ghost

The elevator jingled, stopped, and the door opened. He immediately ran out. After three steps, he found that NIMA was the roof!

"Ha ha, look at you like that." Gu Siyu looked back from the edge of the rooftop. He didn't know what to draw on his face.

This wants to continue to scare him, but did not expect, Han Shaocheng immediately recognized this is Gu Siyu himself, without saying a word rushed to close to her body, hands together, rubbed up in her face.

"What a plane! Is it fun to be a ghost? When do you like to play this game Even if Han Shaocheng has the tendency of shaking m, he can't stand this, OK!

If this leaves a psychological shadow, how to turn off the light.

Gu Siyu was pounced on by him and almost turned down the stairs. Fortunately, the wall on the roof was high enough: "if you stay on Wall Street again, it will be like this."

"It doesn't exist. I'm not interested in having that long hair." Han Shaocheng worked hard for a long time, and finally wiped the things on Gu Siyu's face clean. His hands were empty, and finally he could hold the person in front of him in his arms.

Gu Siyu was held by him and his feet were off the ground. He felt very unsafe and pushed him to the inside.

Han Shaocheng Yu Guangli saw that there was a room on the roof. The furnishings inside were extremely simple, and the house was windy on all sides.

"You usually live here?"

"What? Don't you dare? " Gu Siyu asked him, and when he was surprised, he pulled him into the room.

A station to the center of the room, we can see that the small dilapidated house is only 15 square meters, and it's really windy!

"I don't dare. I don't want you to abuse yourself like this. The whole building belongs to your family. Why do you have to build such a small house? Don't tell me that you want to live closer to the stars and the moon."

"Hello." Gu Siyu pushed him down on the bed, lifted his thigh up and rubbed against his side: "if you are with me, you will have to live in such a small dilapidated house, will you?"

"No." Han Shaocheng was flattered by her teasing. He held her in his arms and stroked her thin buttocks twice with shaking hands. "No matter how poor I am, I can afford a decent house for you."

Gu Siyu felt that what he said was somewhat reasonable, but he was obviously avoiding the heavy and taking the light. He broke away from his arms and sat on the only chair beside him, shaking from side to side: "I don't care. You leave Wall Street quickly. How many companies do your broken computer harm to disclose confidential documents? Don't you know? Waiting for the old man to collect your body? ""Of course I want to go. My wife doesn't agree. If she agrees to go home with me, why do I stay here? Not enough money

Gu Siyu chuckled, lying on the computer desk, tilted his head and looked at Han Shaocheng talking to himself: "is your wife beautiful?"

Han Shaocheng stopped, legs together: "a little bit more beautiful than you, fuller than you."

His eyes swept a circle on her body, and he sighed in his heart that he had lost a lot of weight, and his waist was thinner, but his chest and buttocks were also affected, which was not good. Han Shaocheng felt that he had suffered a lot.

Gu Siyu grabbed a pen on the table and threw it away. His eyes widened with anger, as if he was very angry, but he even spoke with a smile: "roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll roll! Don't blame me for not warning you. I didn't collect your body at that time. "

Han Shaocheng got up and went out obediently. When he came to the door, his voice was suddenly low. He said without looking back, "I don't know if you've heard about it. Luo Jun is dead and Xia Yu is crazy. I don't know what you and I will become like if we go on like this."

Then he left, the door was not closed, the night wind of 400 meters above sea level came in from the door, and Gu Siyu was very excited.

Is Luo Jun dead? There's another one who's crazy. What the hell is that?

Xia Yu, a girl who seems to have some impression in my memory.

Gu Siyu took a hard breath, stood up, closed the door and lay back in bed all night.

Han Shaocheng re-enter the elevator, sure enough, the lights inside have returned to normal, and what the shadow of the ghost in red has disappeared.

Walking out of the door smoothly, Wall Street is so barren that it doesn't even have a drunkard at 3 a.m.

Han Shaocheng takes out the key in his arms, opens the door of the shop, and goes to his room on the third floor. The three floors are all within the scope of the bar, but it's not any more. It's like a comprehensive business building or something.

Han Shaocheng was tired and fell asleep in bed.

The next day, Park Tai Chun took his team out to participate in the shortlist, and the bar was even more deserted. Rihe Chunguang stayed at home and looked after the store with Han Shaocheng. When the business was poor, he patted the table: "boss, I promise that within one month, I will increase the turnover 100 times, or I will give you half of my salary!"

His eyes widened and he looked as if he was going to kill himself. Han Shaocheng casually broke off the three fingers he swore: "come on, our turnover so far is only 300 US dollars, even if it's 100 times, it's only 30000, even one thousandth of the capital. If you want to swear, you should be cruel and try to earn 100 million yuan a year. "

"Boss!" Rihe Chunguang's aggrieved low head is about to die of depression: "if you are willing to give up the bar and go back to the original coffee shop, 100 million is no problem at all, I am confident!"

"Are you confident? I have principles? I'm a bar operator. What kind of coffee shop do I open? "

The sun and the pure light are speechless. Hum. Just at this time, the bar finally ushered in today's first guest, a man who looked out of his wits and dressed very untidy pushed the door and came in.

At first glance, he was frustrated and wanted to drink.

Han Shaocheng welcomed him with a smile, flattering like a procuress, so he took a handkerchief and called out, "my guest, please come inside!"

"Well, what would you like to drink? We also have simple dishes and drinks here. "

The man was surprised: "are you the boss here?"

"Well," with Han Shaocheng's years of experience as a boss, I have to deny this tone: "no, I'm a man."

"Tell your boss to come out!" A man's mouth is full of smoke. It looks like he's drunk.

"Oh, the boss is not at home. If you have anything to say to me directly, if you can't, you can go directly to the police uncle to talk about it"

Han Shaocheng thinks there is something wrong with this man, so he sits down and wants to set up his words first.

But the man was angry, pointed to his nose and scolded: "I said I want to see your boss! Are you deaf? Don't you understand English? I'm looking for your boss! "

Han Shaocheng was surprised and ran back to the bar to whisper a few words to Japan and Chunguang. Fortunately, he came here with kimono and samurai sword. He immediately put them on and wrapped a white cloth belt around his head.

He stepped on the clogs and walked over, saying in Japanese, "who is looking for our boss?"

"..." the man was surprised to open his eyes. He was a little desperate. He patted the table and sighed: "Oh, who are they? They don't have the ability to open a shop on Wall Street. Bars are not like bars, and Internet cafes are not like Internet cafes."

"You think so, and I think so." Like Chunguang doubi, rihe seems to have met a confidant. His momentum just now has been swept away. He takes others to sit down together and pours a glass of wine on the table: "I also think the boss of this shop has some brain problems. Just go home and open a bar or Internet bar in a small place. It's better than making money here."