Chapter 403 Repair the Network

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that the last time was two months ago.

"Understood, wait, I'll go over now."

...

As soon as Song Rui got off the dinner party, he rushed to the company non-stop.

Seeing his son sitting in a wheelchair, his body has not recovered, so he has to run around for the company. He stood in the doorway with a guilty look in his eyes.

He didn't dare to disturb Song Wenchuan, watched the meeting silently, then quietly left to hold a meeting urgently.

It’s enough if the data is lost, and if you’re afraid of it being leaked, it will be obtained by someone with a heart.

For the Song family, it was a blow to the top.

Song Wenchuan's hand quickly tapped on the keyboard, and almost only afterimages remained. Just knocking, his brain became more and more chaotic, and his movements became more and more sluggish.

no--

This thought was firmly rooted in Song Wenchuan's mind, and he couldn't fall down at this time.

He gritted his teeth and persisted.

But this does not make the current situation much better, and events are still deteriorating.

The technical staff who had been cooperating with the Song family also lost contact at this time.

Song Wenchuan knew that this was the person behind the scenes who wanted to attack Song, and he couldn't help it after learning that he woke up. Instead of trying to slowly swallow the Song family, I want to start from here and destroy the Song family directly!

Although his skills are good, he is not as good as someone who specializes in this line of work.

If you can't get in touch with anyone, then the consequences——

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, Song Wenchuan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly landed on the keyboard.

"General manager!!"

The technicians next to him were horrified and looked at the garbled code on the screen, rapidly eating away at their company's defense network at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Once it's all broken.

That……

"General Manager, wake up!"

"President Xiao Song? President Xiao Song?"

Everyone knows about Song Wenchuan's situation. He came from the hospital. The special assistant Xiang Hao was stunned for a while, and while he urgently took out his mobile phone to call an ambulance, he hurriedly checked Song Wenchuan's situation with his colleagues.

In everyone's eyes, he is now a glass doll.

If there is really no way, Xiang Hao doesn't want to disturb his recuperation.

"Hello, is this the xx private hospital? We are here..."

"okay."

A large pale hand suddenly reached out, took Xiang Hao's cell phone, and hung up calmly.

"Mr. Song?!"

Xiang Hao wept with joy. He looked in surprise at Song Wenchuan, who had sat up again at some point, his hands trembling with joy.

"Just wake up, it really scared me to death just now."

Song Wenchuan glanced at him lightly, pinched his eyebrows, and said in a hoarse voice, "Just now? What's wrong?"

"Uh—" Xiang Hao was surprised, "Mr. Song, you were just repairing our company's network protection wall..."

"Tsk—"

The man's expression was sluggish, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the computer screen.

A screen of green garbled characters.

"It's not easy to deal with it? You just don't use it to go to work."

His voice was low and devoid of any personal emotion.

Xiang Haose shrank, and muttered in his heart why Mr. Song suddenly became so powerful, and it was scary to stand beside him. In the past, Mr. Song was very serious when he was serious, but now he is still fundamentally different.

At this moment, he heard the crackling sound of the keyboard, and the next second he opened his mouth in surprise.