Chapter 115 The Bright Red Flag Reappears (Please Subscribe)

"Chairman, this guy is too much!"

In the office, the landlady pushed the door open, holding a tablet in her hand, pouting her lips, and looking a little angry.

Lin Chuan looked up and saw the landlady's look, so he smiled: "What's wrong, landlady?"

The landlady walked to Lin Chuan's side, handed the tablet to Lin Chuan, and said angrily: "He slandered my chairman!"

"Slander me?"

Lin Chuan took the tablet, "Let me see."

The tablet screen showed a blogger wearing a mask, holding a white mobile phone, pointing his index finger at the phone, and paragraphs of text immediately appeared on the left side of the video.

'I walked into the factory area. '

'From the outside, the walls of this factory area were broken, overgrown with weeds, and abandoned for a long time. '

'But after I walked into the factory area, I saw a completely different scene. '

'On the first floor, the incandescent lamps were shining brightly, and below were locked iron cages, with people wailing in pain, no, they should be called piglets. ’

‘These piglets are pale and skinny, with unkempt hair and dirty faces. ’

‘…’

Then, two more pictures appeared on the right side of the blogger.

The blogger introduced: “This picture was taken by someone who risked his life to take it back from the factory today. The layout inside is very similar to the description in this novel.”

“If this is just a coincidence, then I have found the reason for the fraudulent means of “All or Nothing” in reality, and the time can be consistent with it. Now let’s contact the victim.”

“…”

The blogger said indignantly, and the whole person exuded the light of justice.

Lin Chuan glanced at the blogger’s name again: Hand of Justice.

The current playback volume has reached 57W+, and the number of likes has exceeded 10,000. Among them, the comments are directed at Lin Chuan, so the influence on the Kuaishou platform has been rapidly increased.

Lin Chuan smiled: "So he was slandering me."

"Yes, he was slandering me out of thin air, it's too much!" The landlady's pretty face showed some anger, very angry, "Chairman, does he have a grudge against you?"

Lin Chuan shook his head and smiled: "I'm an online writer, what enemies can I have?"

The landlady Zhang Xinxin frowned, clenched her fists, and hummed: "Who gave him the courage to slander my chairman?"

"I'm preparing to investigate." Lin Chuan smiled.

Lin Chuan thought about it in his heart. Since he entered the industry, he has not offended any group of fans.

In the online literature circle, the last time he competed with others at the same time was during the "Lao Qian" period. In the competition between the "two heroes" Han Dong and Hong Mei, he won the top spot in the competition among the heroes.

This time.

It happened to be "competing on the same stage" with Han Dong again, but his "Go All" had been taken off the shelves and had not been put back on the shelves. At this time, Han Dong topped the list, and he should be happy.

It's not like he has already topped the list and still hired a troll army to blacken himself?

It shouldn't be!

As for Ah Ming's fans... some of them still think that he is a plagiarist, so after Ah Ming was arrested, they may lead the rhythm.

However, it shouldn't be on the hot search.

And now, not only do I have hot searches, but also two of them, which is very abnormal.

This black fan has a strong fighting power. It doesn't look like an ordinary passerby fan, but a professional black fan.

Professional black fans take money to do things, work on an assembly line, receive money from the sponsor, and throw dirty water according to the sponsor's instructions.

At this time.

Two objects popped up in Lin Chuan's mind: the overseas hacker organization AW, and the Myanmar factory where Sister Mei belongs.

The latter is more likely.

With this thought, Lin Chuan immediately began to investigate.

Start with the blogger "Hand of Justice".

For a top hacker, it is easy to find out who a professional black fan is employed by.

Just trace his relevant contact records, follow the clues, and trace step by step.

The only slightly difficult part is that the factory area basically has external servers or rented servers, forging IP addresses to contact the outside world, including fraud activities, which are also forged IP addresses.

Therefore, Lin Chuan needs to spend more time to find the real IP address.

Well, it will take ten more minutes.

Lin Chuan turned on the computer and moved his ten fingers.

Then, he put them on the keyboard and started playing like a pianist.

According to the video of the "Hand of Justice", determine its IP address, and then trace the IP that has recently contacted it...

The little landlady put away the tablet and sat next to Lin Chuan.

She held her little face with her hands and looked at the focused Lin Chuan steadily.

Lin Chuan has a slender and upright figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist. His face, which is slightly shiny by the light of the screen, reveals a calm and confident look.

A pair of eyes focused on the lines of code on the screen. His eyelashes are very long, and he blinks from time to time, and his eyelashes tremble.

The little landlady looked at Lin Chuan's lips again, which were a little dry.

So, he immediately ran to pour a glass of water for Lin Chuan, quietly placed it where Lin Chuan could easily take it, and then looked at Lin Chuan with his chin in his hand.

Half an hour later.

Lin Chuan took the water poured by the landlady Zhang Xinxin and drank a sip.

The landlady blinked and asked curiously: "Chairman, how is it?"

"It's done."

Lin Chuan looked at the landlady and smiled.

"Did you find out?" The landlady Zhang Xinxin asked with a little surprise.

Lin Chuan slumped back, nodded and smiled: "Yes, the blogger 'Hand of Justice' is a professional black fan, and this time he accepted business from abroad, that is, Myanmar Old Street Factory Area."

"Myanmar Old Street Factory Area?"

The little landlady was stunned when she heard this, "Isn't that a fraud factory area?"

These days, the little landlady has been secretly reading Lin Chuan's novels, and has a lot of knowledge about fraud.

In addition, she often pays attention to it, and when she hears words like 'Myanmar' and 'factory area', she reacts subconsciously.

Lin Chuan nodded again and grinned: "So, I gave some gifts to the blogger 'Hand of Justice' and Myanmar Old Street Factory Area."

"What gifts?" The little landlady asked curiously.

Lin Chuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I submitted the professional black fan records of 'Hand of Justice' and the relevant records of his dealings with Myanmar Old Street Factory Area to the local police. As for the Old Street Factory Area..."

"How is it?" The little landlady blinked.

"I gave them a flag." Lin Chuan grinned and said.

"What flag?"

"You can't say."

"If the chairman doesn't say it, then I won't ask." In the office, the landlady smiled very obediently, and then said, "By the way, Chairman, I have an appointment with Lao Zhang to have dinner together tonight."

Lin Chuan picked up the water cup, took a sip of water, and smiled: "Is Lao Zhang going to bring his partner?"

A few days ago.

The landlady told Lin Chuan about Lao Zhang's love affair.

But because Lin Chuan was busy developing an anti-fraud app during this period, Lao Zhang didn't know what he was busy with, so the dinner was delayed for a long time.

"Yes."

The landlady nodded and smiled, "So, Chairman, you have to go with me."

"Okay, who made you the financial director." Lin Chuan smiled.

...

As expected.

The police in the place where the professional black fan "Hand of Justice" is located received an anonymous report letter.

The letter was the relevant evidence of the violation of the crime by "Hand of Justice".

Since it is related to the Laojie factory in Myanmar, the local police immediately launched an investigation and arrested the "hand of justice" in the afternoon of the same day.

Another place.

Laojie factory in Myanmar.

Although it was morning, the sun had begun to scorch the factory mercilessly, covering it in a dazzling golden color.

The sunlight shining directly from the sky mercilessly penetrated the windows of the factory, illuminating the dilapidated walls pale and dazzling, and the shadows in the factory became deeper, as if ghosts could breed at any time.

Laojie factory, in the top floor office.

The leader here, Lao Bao, was wearing a black shirt, with a fierce face under his bald head. He stared at the henchman Ami in front of him and asked coldly: "How is the matter going?"

"A Ming has been in, and his novel has been taken off the shelves." The henchman Ami immediately reported.

"Very good."

The old leopard held the cigar between his fingers and asked, "What about the other one?"

The henchman Ami thought for a while: "Lin... Lin has not been in yet, he should be under investigation, but I have hired a water army and asked a professional blogger to make a video to hit him, and it will soon form an impact on public opinion on the Internet."

"You did a good job."

A rare smile appeared on the fierce face of the old leopard.

However, his smile was very creepy, like a dead person poured out of a coffin, smiling very stiffly and gloomy.

The old leopard took another puff of the cigar, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and dissipated in front of Ami: "Ami, how about the fish related to the author, Lin?"

Ami smiled and said: "Boss, everything is going according to plan, and it is expected to get assets worth tens of millions."

"This fish is really fat!"

The old leopard sighed.

Tens of millions of assets, even in the factory area, this is a very large number.

Ami added: "In addition, along this line, we can monitor Lin's movements and take action at any time."

"You are getting better and better at doing things."

Old Leopard praised and handed a cigar to the henchman in front of him.

Ami was favored, his face was happy, and he lit the cigar. The two seemed to be celebrating the good news in the future.

This rare beauty did not last long.

Just five minutes later.

A man in a flowered shirt hurriedly climbed to the top floor and rushed into the office: "Boss, something bad has happened!"

"What's the matter?"

Old Leopard asked slowly, holding a cigar.

"We..." The man in the flowered shirt swallowed, "Our computer was inexplicably infected, and all the projects have been cancelled."

"Say it again!"

Old Leopard's face froze, and the cigar in his hand was directly pressed into the ashtray.

The man in the flowered shirt trembled and said again: "Our computer is infected. All the ongoing projects have been cancelled?"

The old leopard was furious and slapped the man in the flowered shirt in the face: "Stupid! What do you do?"

The man in the flowered shirt fell to the ground and explained in a crying voice: "Boss, I don't know. A bright red flag suddenly appeared on our computer screen, and then the computer was out of control."

The old leopard rushed out of the office and went straight to the second floor where the infected computer was located.

On the second floor.

All the computer fraud practitioners stood timidly aside, in front of them were rows and rows of computers.

A bright red flag was flying on the screens of all these computers.

Without exception.