Fake daughters are wealthy

Luo Qing was also walking back and forth, urging the technical staff to think of a solution.

There was a tense atmosphere in the entire corridor.

Qiao Nian didn't even look up, and tapped on the keyboard with her slender hands, which was in stark contrast to the tense atmosphere.

"80.00% six."

"The other party copied 90.00% three."

The numbers keep going up and up, without jumping up a single number, it seems to be beating on the hearts of everyone.

Luo Qing stopped walking back and forth, holding his head and pulling his hair in pain, his whole body was extremely irritable.

"Think about it again!"

"You are the most cutting-edge IT talents in China, don't you have nothing to do?"

Everyone in the technical department had actually given up. Hearing this, they looked at each other, and they could see despair and anxiety on each other's faces.

There is really no way.

They try their best...

"90.00% seven."

This report is like counting down.

Only three percent.

Converted into time, it may be less than 1 minute!

Everyone's heart was shrouded in a haze, and the corners of everyone's mouths were tightly pursed. The people in the technical department gave up resistance completely, and their hands had left the keyboard.

Everyone stared at the beating numbers on the computer, waiting for the last moment to come...

90.00% VIII.

90.00% nine.

Time doesn't stop for anyone.

Everyone is desperate.

at this time.

A technician who was counting the countdown was stunned for a moment, and said, "Stopped?!"

The others' hearts skipped a beat, and they hurried up and blinked vigorously, lest they might be wrong.

"Not moving."

"It doesn't seem to be moving."

"The copying program has stopped."

"Show me!" Luo Qing snatched a notebook, looked quickly, and found that the progress bar on the database was stuck at 90.00% and did not jump for several seconds.

He was overjoyed, turned his head and asked the others: "Which one of you wrote the program to intercept it? Well done!"

"Not me." A technician shook his head.

Another technician shook his head: "It's not me either."

As far as he could see, all the technicians shook their heads, denying that they had intercepted the other party's copy program.

Luo Qing was puzzled for a while, and frowned, his rough face looked anxious: "If it's not you, who is it?"

Everyone remembered that there was another person.

Another person has a computer in his hand.

Twenty or so pairs of eyes looked at the quiet corner together——

There were two exclamations in capital letters in my heart.

What the hell!

The girl lowered her head, her eyes were still on the computer screen, her fingers were typing something on the keyboard quickly, she didn't raise her head at all because of the movement on their side, as if she was not in the same world as them, the whole person gave off a strange feeling. Feeling full of breath.

Gu San was also dumbfounded, and three words slipped out of his throat: "Miss Qiao?"

Is it Qiao Nian?

Luo Qing was on the spot.

He stared in astonishment at the girl wearing a peaked cap, only showing a delicate side face.

That's right, she looks like she's only eighteen or 19 years old. She's a high school girl. She's dressed inconspicuously. She wears a hoodie and jeans. She's wearing a pair of canvas shoes. There's a star print on the canvas shoes. He's seen him before. My daughter wears this brand, it seems to be very popular, is it Converse?

The price is not expensive, about [-] yuan a pair.

The girl looked ordinary from top to bottom, except for that overly eye-catching face, there was hardly any difference.How can it be so powerful?