From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 673: 673: Cracking Professor Zhong's Phone Password
Chapter 673: Chapter 673: Cracking Professor Zhong’s Phone Password
Mei Tian Sha Zi was still worried: “Nan Shan is not someone to be trifled with! He walked out of the lab and survived among the last ten test subjects. Do you think he is easy to deal with?”
Mei Tian Sha Zi didn’t continue wasting words with Li Tianyi. She told the people rushing to the scene to be extra careful and find a way to get there to rescue Professor Zhong!
Without Professor Zhong, it’s all over!
Soon, Mei Tian Sha Zi received a phone call that made her furious.
Holding the phone, Mei Tian Sha Zi slumped into a chair, muttering to herself, “It’s over, it’s over.”
Li Tianyi: “What’s over?”
…
Professor Zhong is done for.
Nan Shan handed the phone to Hou Ze, hoping he could help crack the secrets inside Professor Zhong’s phone.
Hou Ze: “Nan Shan, you killed someone?”
Nan Shan nodded: “Yes, I did.”
He didn’t hide anything.
Whatever Hou Ze asked, he answered directly.
Hou Ze patted his arm, laughing excitedly: “Good job! That trash Professor Zhong should go back to the dump rather than playing in human society.”
Nan Shan frowned slightly, puzzled by Hou Ze’s excitement: “I killed someone, don’t you think I did something wrong? Don’t you think I should bear legal responsibility?”
“As a normal person, I definitely think you should pay for a life if you kill someone. But that man was the utterly evil Professor Zhong, a social scum, a devil. If he didn’t die, many innocent people would die by his hand. Now that he’s dead, many lives are secure. So, you’re doing a good deed, not a bad one.”
Nan Shan pondered: “Ridding evil for the people?”
“Yes, exactly ridding evil for the people. Professor Zhong’s death is good news for everyone. The people backing Professor Zhong must be jumping with rage somewhere, and if they’re angry, I’m happy. Ha ha ha.”
Hou Ze, in a great mood, started humming a little tune as he began to crack Professor Zhong’s phone password.
Half an hour passed.
Hou Ze wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Nan Shan looked at Hou Ze with a skeptical gaze: “Can’t do it?”
“Nan Shan, how can you say I can’t? What guy wants to hear someone say he can’t, huh?”
Nan Shan: “But it really looks like you can’t. You’ve yet to crack the phone password and time waits for no one. I’m afraid the useful information might disappear.”
Hou Ze: “Just wait a little longer!”
Hou Ze dug in, pushed harder, determined to succeed!
Another half an hour passed.
The password was unyielding, rigid as iron.
Hou Ze coughed lightly, trying to mask his embarrassment.
“Uh, I’ll go find the boss, the boss definitely can do it!” He wasn’t sure about others, but was very sure about Nan Qiao’s abilities.
Nan Shan hesitated.
“Don’t sell me out when you see my master.” He didn’t plan to go himself; he was not good at deceiving his master.
Hou Ze: “Did something so impressive, and you’re afraid the boss will know? The boss would praise you for your bravery.”
Nan Shan: “You think my master will praise me? You’re sure they won’t give a heartfelt talk counseling me afterward?”
Hou Ze: “…”
What Nan Shan said made a lot of sense, leaving him speechless.
“You’re right, then I’ll go alone. I’ll tell you as soon as I have news.” Hou Ze picked up his phone, ready to find Nan Qiao.
Nan Shan naturally couldn’t follow; he feared being seen through by Nan Qiao.
This time, he hoped Nan Qiao wouldn’t see through it, knew nothing of it.
…
Hou Ze brought Professor Zhong’s phone to Nan Qiao’s office.
This was Hou Ze’s first visit to the clothing company Nan Qiao took over after returning to the Bai Family.
“Boss, this company’s scale can’t compare to your main base. You can’t stretch your wings here.”
Nan Qiao: “Houzi, you must have something important if you came to see me now. Spit it out, no more chitchat with me, alright?”
Hou Ze chuckled: “You know me, boss. Even my own mother might not understand me as you do.”
Nan Qiao smiled helplessly: “Stop bantering, just tell me.”
Hou Ze put Professor Zhong’s phone on the table: “Boss, my informant got hold of a phone. I heard it’s the private phone of a key person. I tried decrypting the encrypted files at home for half a day, but couldn’t manage it. Boss, maybe you can give it a try; perhaps you’ll find the secrets inside.”
Nan Qiao: “Houzi, not bad, actually managing to get the phone of a core person, quite impressive.”
“All thanks to your leadership, boss. Without you, how would I be so capable?”
Nan Qiao was amused. Whenever Hou Ze talked to her, he always maxed out her emotional value.
Nan Qiao: “Let me give it a try.”
Nan Qiao opened her computer, connected Professor Zhong’s phone to it, and started cracking.
Hou Ze stood behind Nan Qiao; such a great learning moment shouldn’t be missed!
Hou Ze happily began learning, determined not to waste such a good chance!
Nan Qiao’s fingers danced quickly over the keyboard, like blind typing.
Hou Ze watched intently, mesmerized, unable to tear away.
In less than half an hour, Nan Qiao cracked one of the file’s passwords.
She clicked in, and the bloody scenes in the file made Nan Qiao nauseous, nearly making her vomit.
Hou Ze quickly reached out to block Nan Qiao’s view.
“Boss, don’t look for now. Leave this to me, I’ll take a look. Once I finish, I’ll tell you the gist. If I don’t find anything, I won’t tell you anything.”
Nan Qiao nodded. She used to be unfazed by such things, having been accustomed to bloody scenes during surgery while saving lives.
But now things were different; her body couldn’t handle it.
Nan Qiao stepped aside, Hou Ze focused on the photos on the computer.
The photos showed several strangers, some with open eyes, some with closed, and some unclothed.
All of these photos were shockingly bloody, with markings on their bodies, as if they were goods waiting for sale.
Hou Ze noted the corresponding markings from the photos on paper for Nan Qiao to review.
After finishing, Hou Ze closed the folder and stood up.
“Boss, I’ve done the markings, you can look at it later.”
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Hou Ze: “Boss, why don’t I try cracking the next one, then I can look at the contents first, to avoid seeing something so gruesome again.”
Nan Qiao: “Okay.”
Hou Ze also needed to grow.
If the people below learned these skills, it could save her a lot of trouble as well.
Thus, Nan Qiao directed while Hou Ze executed, the two cooperating flawlessly.
Twenty minutes later, the second folder’s password was cracked.
Hou Ze didn’t open it immediately, instead turning to Nan Qiao: “Boss, maybe you should step aside. If it’s not bloody or violent, you can look, okay?”
Nan Qiao smiled wryly: “Okay, Houzi, I appreciate your effort.”
“It’s no trouble. I’ve learned many skills today, so a bit more of such efforts wouldn’t trouble me.”
Nan Qiao stepped aside, and Hou Ze opened the folder.
When he saw the folder’s contents, he was stunned once again!