Chapter 642 Who Intercepted It?

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

There was a tense atmosphere throughout the corridor.

Qiao Nian didn't raise his head, and tapped the keyboard with his slender hands, which contrasted sharply with the tense atmosphere.

"Eighty-six percent."

"The other party copied 93 percent."

The numbers kept climbing up, without a single number jumping up, it seemed like they were beating in the hearts of everyone.

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

"You guys think about it again!"

"You are the most cutting-edge IT talents in China, is there nothing you can do?"

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

There is really no way.

They tried their best...

"Ninety-seven percent."

This countdown is like a countdown.

Just three percent.

Converted to time, it may be less than a minute!

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

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

Ninety-eight percent.

Ninety-nine percent.

Time doesn't stop because of anyone.

Everyone is desperate.

at this time.

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

The others jumped in their heads, rushed up and blinked hard, lest they see it wrong.

"Not moving."

"It doesn't seem to be moving."

"The copy program has stopped."

"Show me!" Luo Qing grabbed a notebook and looked at it quickly, and found that the progress bar on the database was stuck at 99%, and it didn't jump for a few seconds.

He was overjoyed, turned his head and asked the others, "Who 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, frowned, and his rough face looked anxious: "Who are you?"

Everyone remembered that there was one more person.

Another man has a computer in his hand.

Twenty pairs of eyes looked at the quiet corner in unison—

Two capitals of exclamation appeared in my heart.

What the hell!

The girl lowered her head, her eyes were still on the computer screen, her fingers quickly typed something on the keyboard, and she didn't raise her head because of the movement on their side, as if she was not in the same world as them, and the whole person gave people a kind of bandit. Excited feeling.

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.

Looking at the girl wearing a peaked cap, only showing a delicate profile.

That's right, it looks like she's only eighteen or nineteen years old. She's a high school girl. She doesn't wear conspicuous clothes. She wears a sweater and jeans. She steps on this pair of canvas shoes. There is a star print on the canvas shoes. He's seen it before. My daughter wears this brand, it seems to be very popular, is it Converse?

The price is not expensive, about 300 yuan a pair.

The girl's whole body looks ordinary, except for the overly eye-catching face, there is hardly any difference. How can it be so powerful?