Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Not long after, Gu San came back with a notebook and handed it to Qiao Nian: "Ms. Qiao, do you think this notebook is enough? I borrowed it from the doctor next door. He used it for office use."

"Let me take a look." Qiao Nian took the silver laptop from his hand. It was not light. Generally, laptops are too heavy and have average configurations.

She had a frivolous look on her face and didn't pay much attention. She took her notebook and walked to a place where she could sit.

Turn on the computer and go online.

Qiao Nian moved skillfully and smoothly, and then checked the computer configuration.

Gu San said at the beginning that this laptop is an office supply. Anyone who knows the configuration of office supplies knows that it is enough as long as it can access the Internet.

The desktop of the computer is clean. Apart from a browser icon, there are only a few neatly arranged paper folders.

She glanced at the computer desktop, operated the mouse with her hand, and clicked into 'My Computer'.

There is relevant configuration information inside.

Even though Qiao Nian had been mentally prepared, she still twitched when she saw the configuration information of the laptop that Gu San found for her.

"How's it going, Miss Qiao?" Gu San stood nearby and asked uneasily, "The doctor said he hasn't used this computer for a long time. Is it bad? If not, I'll find another one."

Qiao Nian conveniently downloaded a cleaning system, and first performed a deep cleaning and anti-virus on the laptop. He raised his head, put his hand on the brim of his hat, and pulled it arrogantly: "No. It's barely enough. Wait for me three minutes to kill the virus." "

Ye Wangchuan has never worried about Qiao Nian's computer skills.

Sun of Hongmeng, if you look up the posts posted by Qiao Ai behind your back, it’s just a matter of raising your finger.

as expected.

Three minutes later, the laptop that Gu San found had a much faster internet speed after Qiao Nian's modifications. She didn't waste any time.

His hands flew over the keyboard, his finger bones well-proportioned and strong.

In less than ten minutes, Shen Hui's deleted posts on Ring City No. 1 Middle School were restored.

She knew Qiao Ai's character and would not give up even after reaching the Yellow River. She simply found out the IP address of the person behind the post.

"alright."

*

During this process, Shen Jingyan, Wei Ling and others had their hearts in the air, up and down.

Especially when Shen Jingyan saw Qiao Nian's familiarity with operating the computer, his posture was comparable to that of a top hacker. His originally tense back became even tighter, and his eyes flickered with a hint of uncertainty.

Some time ago, the Zhou family fell.

Zhou Wei was put in prison.

The Zhou family fell into decline overnight, and Zhou Hengfeng, who had been famous in Beijing for ten years, also became a marginalized figure, and he still lives with his tail between his legs to this day.

With such a big thing happening in Beijing, he must find connections to find out the inside story.

Shen Jingyan looked for a lot of connections at that time, but in the end he only got a few sporadic clues from a few relevant personnel - Zhou Wei was doing something in the Ninth Institute and almost ruined an important scientific research exchange meeting in the Ninth Institute! It was only through the intervention of a girl that the loss could be recovered, otherwise Jiu Institute would be embarrassed because of Zhou Wei.

He had heard someone describe that girl, saying that she was only young, but her hacking skills were even better than Zhou Wei's.

Qiao Nian's posture...

Shen Jingyan suppressed the glare in his eyes, frowned irritably, and remembered what Wei Ling just said, saying that the audio clips on the phone that Qiao Nian listened to Master Steven were like the "Chasing the Light" she listened to on the Internet some time ago. work.

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