Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

Chapter 84: Studio Blueprint

Fang Cheng stepped out of the police station at noon.

Anling City was bathed in scorching sunlight, the glass curtain walls of tall buildings reflected dazzling light, the streets were bustling with traffic, and the air in both the main and side streets was hot and teeming with noise.

Fang Cheng paid no attention to this hustle and bustle, driving alone back to Jintang Network Security Company.

He reported to the general manager about today’s events at the first opportunity.

Afterward.

Fang Cheng returned to his office, closed the door, sat in the comfortable ergonomic chair, his whole back pressed against the chair’s back, elbows resting on the arms of the chair, palms supporting his jaw.

In his heart, he recalled everything that had happened this morning.

At this moment, his emotions were very subtle, very complex.

Especially when he thought of the bright red flags standing on AW’s computer screen, another indescribable feeling quietly took root in his heart, like a flutter.

Indeed, the situation this morning was beyond imagination.

Even more exciting than any hacker novel he had written.

“It’s been a long time since I last checked the group.”

Fang Cheng touched his shiny forehead, smiled wryly at himself, and then opened the QQ group that he hadn’t opened for a long time.

The “Crazy Keyboard” reader group, a full two thousand people.

“Huh?”

As soon as Fang Cheng opened QQ, he saw the message count notification next to the “Crazy Keyboard” reader group chat window: 99+.

The group had been dead for a long time because he hadn’t written anything for a while.

But now, there were so many messages?

Driven by curiosity, Fang Cheng clicked into the group.

[The God of Hackers is too strong!]

[Not even the old writer Fang Cheng can come up with plots like this!]

[I can’t believe it’s actually happening in reality!]

[Hurry up and @Fang Cheng to come out, let him find some inspiration from this, or we wouldn’t know where these guys died off to, not writing at all.]

[…]

Fang Cheng grinned sheepishly and secretly scrolled through the earlier chat logs.

Turns out.

The group was so active today because a few people had watched ‘Lena’s’ live stream on Dark Live, then vividly recounted the battle of the gods in the group.

[Who do you guys think could have done this in China?]

[I feel like after this battle, the wave of hacker culture in the country is going to rise again!]

[Yeah, the last time it was booming was when the Red Hacker Alliance made its move.]

[He has made the novel plots in my mind come true!]

[I can’t imagine, is he really just one person?]

[@Fang Cheng, did you do this?]

Fang Cheng, sneaking a peek at the chat logs, twitched the corner of his mouth and thought, “Where would I get such skills?”

[Yo ho! Brothers, the old writer has risen from the dead!]

[I knew you didn’t have the skills, just wanted to rag on you, haha!]

[@Fang Cheng, a question for you, do you think there’s any chance you could compare with the God of Hackers?]

Fang Cheng chuckled, “Comparing myself with him, if I may be so bold, I am but a hair!”

The atmosphere in the group suddenly became lively.

People who hadn’t shown up in a long time started popping up again in the group.

Fang Cheng felt as if he had recaptured the feeling he had when he first started writing, with excitement surging in his heart and his blood still hot.

He chatted in the group for a long time and also thought for a long time.

Finally.

He looked at the “Ultimate Hacker’s Manual” titled “Hacker Kingdom” and thought about the thrilling events of the morning. He then opened his contact list and dialed one of the numbers.

Sailing Novel, editor in chief Ming Yue.

“Ming Yue, I want to write a novel about hackers,” said Formula.

…

Forbidden Summit Esports Internet Cafe.

In a small office next to the reception, Lin Chuan took his hands off the keyboard and stretched languidly, thinking to himself that dealing with AW still required some brainwork.

“Lin, is the maintenance all done?”

Zhang Ren carefully brewed a pot of Pu’er tea and poured some for Lin Chuan.

He was not a person from the hacker community, and he didn’t understand much about the lines of code, let alone Lin Chuan’s miraculous hacker skills.

Of those present, perhaps only Li Qing had a bit of understanding.

But it was merely superficial.

Lin Chuan walked over and sat down by the coffee table, took a sip of the Pu’er tea, and smiled, “The maintenance is done, we should have some peace for a while now.”

AW was now in a critical state, severely weakened.

Zhang Ren said cheerfully, “Lin, with your skills, you should be comparable to the technical directors of those big network security companies, right?”

Lin Chuan took another sip of Pu’er tea and smiled, “Not quite there yet.”

“You’re being modest, Lin.”

Zhang Ren poured another cup of tea for Lin Chuan.

“Alright, second uncle, remember to settle the bill for this emergency maintenance,” said the Little Landlady, sitting next to Lin Chuan with a grin.

A smirk pulled at Zhang Ren’s mouth, “I am your actual second uncle, you know.”

“Family or not, we have to clear the accounts,” said the Little Landlady, Xinxin, tilting her head slightly and blinking with a smile.

Stepping out of the Forbidden Summit Internet Cafe, Zhang Xinxin rubbed her belly, “Master, are you hungry?”

Lin Chuan glanced at the time, it was noon, “It’s time for lunch.”

The studio had earned money today, and the Little Landlady laughed happily, “Master, let’s go out for lunch then.”

“Let’s go together, Li Qing,” Lin Chuan said.

“Boss, I still want to review your offensive and defensive techniques and do some analysis, so I’ll pass,” Li Qing glanced at Lin Chuan and Zhang Xinxin.

The boss and the boss’s wife are going out to eat.

If I, an employee, tag along, wouldn’t I be the third wheel and spoil the mood?

No way, I’m not going!

Right now, I have to hold on to the coattails of Studio 720!

The Little Landlady drove her little electric scooter, carrying Lin Chuan to a roadside restaurant, and reluctantly started a twosome world.

“Aren’t you hungry? Why don’t you eat more?”

Lin Chuan saw that the Little Landlady had only ordered a small portion.

The Little Landlady rubbed her belly, “If I eat any more, I’ll get a potbelly, and that would be embarrassing at important business meetings in the future.”

Lin Chuan was in the middle of his meal, stopped for a moment, “What important business meetings?”

“Our Studio 720 will be destined to grow big and strong. A personal studio is just our starting point, while the vast universe is our goal,” the Little Landlady said excitedly.

Lin Chuan’s face showed surprise, “Have you made plans already?”

The Little Landlady leaned in close to Lin Chuan, showing a beaming smile, “I’ve been planning it these days. First step, include all the internet cafes in Anling City within our cooperation scope to make a name for ourselves. Second step, register a company and compete on the same stage with big firms like ‘Jintang’ and ‘Copper Wall’, and it would be best to cooperate with the police to quickly boost our reputation. Third step, go public and build our 720 Kingdom.”

Lin Chuan curled his lips, “Our 720 Kingdom?”

“We’re partners, aren’t we? Isn’t it ours?” blinked the Little Landlady.

Lin Chuan smiled, “That’s true.”

The Little Landlady was already reveling in a bright future, “By then, we’ll be an awesome network security company, with as much money as we want and able to do whatever we like!”