When You Are Rich, There Is Rheinmetall; when You Are Poor, There Is Rheinsteel!

Chapter 566 Mossad: I Found Something Good! (Second Update!)

Said's question did not elicit Awad's response, but instead attracted Awad's hand.

He raised his hand and pressed it on his brother's forehead for a long time, and then pressed it on his head for a long time. The temperature difference between the two sides was not large, and it was within an acceptable range.

No fever.

So, why would you say such nonsense if you don't have a fever?

Awad slowly turned his head, looked at his brother with a puzzled face, and asked:

"You don't have a fever, so why do you say such stupid words?"

"Does this sentence lower your IQ?" Said asked back, he retracted his gaze from staring at the sun, and began to rub his eyes with both hands.

Before he could speak again, Awad's voice sounded first:

"Just the fact that you just stared directly at the sun is very stupid."

"How is it, does your eyes hurt?"

The teasing words were one point of frivolity and nine points of cynicism.

Sayid did not respond directly to whether his eyes hurt or not, but calmly closed his eyes and said calmly: "We need certain changes, and change requires us to have certain strength."

"But our strength comes from inheritance."

"This inherited power cannot help us complete the change, so we need to introduce external forces."

"Technology is a helper, and China is also a helper."

"We can't rely on others for everything, we also need to become stronger, otherwise, we are rootless duckweed, and the wind blows and the rain hits, and we will be gone."

Awad was naturally very clear about his brother's thoughts. After a moment of silence, he also raised his head and looked directly at the sun, and replied calmly:

"But the problem is that without enough benefits, no one will hand over a hen that lays eggs."

This time, it was Sayid who reached out and touched his brother's forehead to check if his brother's brain was burned out.

Otherwise, how could he be so stupid as to look directly at the sun.

After touching it for a while, he found that his brain was not burned out, but his eyes were a little painful because of staring at the sun.

Knowing that everything was fine, Sayid took his hand back and warned:

"You are wrong. You must always remember one sentence. We have oil. We can be independent of the US dollar, but the US dollar cannot be independent of us. So the US dollar is actually waste paper for us."

"Using some waste paper to buy what we need is a very good choice."

"Do you understand?"

Beside him, Awad retracted his gaze and closed his eyes. Two lines of tears slowly slid down from the corners of his eyes. Enduring the discomfort of his eyes, he choked and replied: "I understand!"

"But before that, I have to go to America first, express my attitude first, and then go to China."

"In this way, I can get some pitiful points."

Sayid was not impressed by Awad's operation, because his brother always had ideas and basically did not make any mistakes.

He simply didn't want to care.

At this moment, the two mobile phones he placed in the room made a ding-dong sound at the same time.

Hearing this ding-dong, Sayid immediately turned around and ran to the two mobile phones with joy.

Pick it up and open the chat software.

It turned out to be two photos of legs in black silk stockings.

…………

Israel.

Mossad headquarters.

Sherivich sat in front of the computer, his white face was as pale as a person who had died for seven days, and there was a dark area under his eyes, which was the characteristic of people who stayed up late to cultivate immortality.

The darker the color, the more powerful the person is.

When the black and blue covered the whole face, the person was dead.

He typed the last code with both hands weakly, took a long breath, stood up, walked to the tea room, made himself a cup of coffee, and took a piece of bread. He drank coffee and chewed the bread dry.

After finally calming his belly, he returned to the computer again.

This time, he checked the code he typed.

After a simple check, he copied the code into the program and clicked Run.

The code started to move and began to simulate the operation. The progress was very slow, very slow.

But it did not crash, and it was running quietly.

When the progress bar of the simulation operation was finished, he found that this section of code still did not explode. He breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the chair, and began to recall life.

His father was a Soviet veteran, and his mother was also a Soviet veteran, one was a car soldier and the other was a medical soldier.

Both of them had been on the battlefield.

After World War II, under the call of Israeli restorationism, the two returned to Israel, participated in the war, and then met and got to know each other, and finally had him.

Unfortunately, the old couple got married relatively late.

When he was born, the world was basically peaceful. Although several wars broke out during his growth, he wanted to go to the war at a young age, but he could not meet the requirements.

He had to give up.

After adulthood, he went around and entered Mossad and became an ordinary programmer.

Originally thought that he would never be useful in this life, but unexpectedly, he now has a chance to control the world.

With his eyes fixed on the progress bar on the monitor, he repeatedly confirmed that the progress bar had been completed and that the program had not crashed, and Sherivich suddenly jumped up.

But he did not yell, but continued to sit in front of the computer, packaged the program, put it into the USB drive, and then hurriedly found his direct superior.

A young old man who looks to be in his 60s and has completely bald hair.

After listening to his story, the other party did not reach out to take the USB drive, but solemnly took out a box from the drawer and handed it to Sherivich.

At the same time, he reminded: "This is bought at public expense. Be careful when using it, don't break it."

After taking the box and weighing it, Sherivich found that there was only a mobile phone in it. He curled his lips, raised his volume, and solemnly said to the supervisor:

"One mobile phone cannot complete the test!"

Hearing his words, the supervisor reluctantly opened the drawer and took out three more mobile phones from it.

After taking the experimental product, Sherivich returned to his workstation, unpacked the box, and took out four mobile phones from the box.

He held it carefully in his hand, as if holding the most exquisite treasure in the world.

After playing with it for a while, he registered the relevant information according to the process, then put down the phone and focused on the computer.

Disguised the code just written, disguised it as a very inconspicuous file.

After doing all this, he opened the search engine, entered the phishing website he had made before, and added this very inconspicuous file to other downloads in the background of the website.

After adding, he couldn't wait to open his mobile phone, log in to the website with his mobile phone, find the tampered download packages, and then start downloading.

The speed was a bit slow, but understandable.

Half an hour later, the download package he selected was downloaded.

Select decompression.

The decompression progress bar was very slow, very slow, just as slow as a woman taking off her stockings.

Finally, after ten minutes, the download package was decompressed.

It was a small game.

Sherivich opened the small game and played for a while, touched the fish legally for a while, put the phone aside, and started the operation of the second phone.

After going through the same process again, he picked up the third phone again.

Then the fourth.

The whole process took an afternoon.

He was greatly sublimated.

At the same time, it was time for him to do his real work.

Insert 4 phone cards into the mobile phone, activate them, and give them to colleagues in the same room, asking them to go to the next room to call each other.

The 4 colleagues left with their mobile phones and took turns to call each other.

And Sherivich returned to the computer and opened the program on the table.

Click Run.

The program ran for a while, and some information appeared on the opened display interface.

4 mobile phone numbers, as well as the corresponding dialing time, and call recordings.

Because it was work, there was nothing in the call recordings, only a few boring greetings.

Looking at the information that appeared on the interface, Sherivich took out his mobile phone and gave new orders to the four people, asking them to stay away, go out, wander around the city, and then call each other again.

The test lasted until the early morning, and Sherivich stopped, took a short report in his hand, turned around and went out, and went downstairs.

He drove his own car and sped all the way to the home of the new Mossad director Schultz.

"Mr. Schultz, we should vigorously promote this new, cross-era communication equipment and use the technical patents in our hands to monitor the whole world."

"This new communication equipment is much more convenient than the original old mobile phone in monitoring the whole world."

"The original old mobile phone needs to be adjusted in hardware."

"It is easy to be checked by professionals."

"But now, with smart phones, we only need a software, dozens of lines of code, and the Internet to do things that we couldn't do before."

"And, while saving money, it can make more money."

The first few sentences did not impress Schultz, but the latter sentence made the Mossad director's eyes light up.

He turned his head, showing an expression that you are a good boy, reached out and patted Sherivich, and asked: "What are you going to do?"

Sherivich did not answer, but took out his mobile phone directly, clicked on the small H oil on the table, and started running.

The game is not big, and there is not much content. There are only some dynamic pictures and some small options.

After each option, there are different pictures. He followed the pictures to choose, and the director's eyes were stunned.

In about 10 minutes, the game was completed. The sound of the animation of the completion of the game was heard, which made Schultz stunned.

When the last picture disappeared, he raised his head and patted Sherivich's shoulder hard. This time, he was sincere.

"You did a good job! Tell me!"

Turning off the screen of the mobile phone, Sherivich stood up and said seriously: "As long as it is a living person, whether male or female, there are desires, and lust is the best among them."

"We only need to make various games in a targeted manner, and then put a bunch of Trojan viruses in them, we can do what we couldn't do before."

"Moreover, the funds for developing games are more convenient and faster to operate than arranging people to eavesdrop directly, and it is easier to produce results."

At this point, Sherivich winked at Schultz and said with a smile: "After all, those animation effects look more pleasing to the eye, don't they?"

The director was silent.

The director's eyes lit up.

The director reached out for the phone.

The director played the game for a while.

The next day, the game studio under Mossad was established.

The black eye in Sherivitch's eyes became more serious.

…………

Silicon Valley.

Parrison sat in front of the computer, his fingers constantly dragging the mouse and sliding the display page in front of him.

The more he slid, the happier he felt.

At the end of the page, he turned around excitedly and shouted to Greb, Ronald, and Lavat behind him: "Look! In just about 10 days, the number of software that can be used on our mobile phones and is available on the Internet has exceeded 200."

"Although a large part of them are small games or some simple statistical tables, this also means progress!"

"Give us time, give them time!"

"In two or three years at most, everyone will be able to grow to a suitable level, and then, this world will be ours!"

Listening to his cousin's excited words, Greb turned around and raised the champagne in his hand to Ronald:

"Professor Ronald, congratulations!"

"Congratulations!" Ronald also raised his glass to indicate, took a sip of the champagne in the glass, and his face, which was still washed, dimmed instantly.

Frowning, he said nothing.

The change in his face was naturally seen by others.

Lavat remained calm, raised the goblet in his hand to his eyes, and looked at the two people on his left and right through the goblet.

On the left, Greb couldn't help rolling his eyes, looking at Ronald and sighing:

"You can say anything directly, we are one now, and some things should be said clearly to avoid problems later."

With his words, Ronald's frown just relaxed, and he said softly: "We need more engineers."

"Moreover, our production capacity is seriously insufficient. According to the current delivery volume, we can deliver 2 million units a year."

"But 2 million units is a drop in the bucket compared to the whole world."

"Too little!"

Greb stopped talking after this.

According to official statistics from America, as of June 2004, the world's population was about 6.3 billion.

Excluding the wilds of Africa and the people in the forests of South America, there are about 5 billion people in the world who have come into contact with modern life.

Being exposed to modern life means that they need to obtain more information and have more information channels.

These people are potential customers of their products.

5 billion, compared with the annual delivery volume of 2 million, is simply...

It is simply a drop in the bucket.

When he thought of so many potential customers, Greb's heart was bleeding. This is all money, money in vain.

He also wanted to increase production capacity, but the problem is that in these factories in America, these bastards only work 5 days a week, only 8 hours a day, 8 hours, including lunch break at noon.

They don't work overtime even if they are paid overtime.

It's simply!

If it weren't for ordering a large number of parts from China, relying on these people in China, let alone 2 million production, it would be a blessing to have 1 million.

Therefore, if you want to increase production capacity, the factory cannot be placed in America.

It must be placed in a place where people are "willing" to work overtime.

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