171: This slap on the face hurts

The brothers behind Song Yuan all broke into a sweat, their hearts pounding with uncertainty.

They could only silently pray that their boss would unleash his divine power and defeat the opponent, although deep down they felt it would be difficult…

But miracles weren't impossible.

Looking at Meng Xuelin's people, each of them seemed calm and composed, without a hint of tension.

Of course, at this moment, Song Yuan was the most relaxed.

Slapping someone's face was an incredibly satisfying thing, and Song Yuan was curious what kind of expression Meng Xuelin would have later.

Being able to send Meng Qian, that scoundrel, to jail, he considered it a service to the girls of Beijing.

Meng Xuelin had sent the CTO of Xinan Network, and the sparse hair on his head indicated that this person was no simpleton.

Song Yuan didn't care who the other party sent; it made no difference to him.

The two sides sat opposite each other, each placing their computers on the table. After everything was set up, the competition began.

Their fingers danced across their respective keyboards, and the popularity of the live stream soared to number one on the platform. Never before had a live stream attracted so many viewers.

The comments were exploding.

“It's starting, it's starting! Let's bet how many minutes Fengxue Entertainment will last? I'll mark it here: if they can last five minutes, I'll live stream myself eating shit!”

“Just watching for the fun of it, but there's no suspense here, is there? Just waiting for Fengxue Entertainment to get their face slapped.”

“Ah, ah… no! I quite like playing the dream survival game. Although Fengxue's chances of winning aren't great, I'll still pray that this fun game doesn't disappear from the market.”

“Upstairs, don't dream! Xinan Network won't lose. If Xinan Network loses, I'll live stream myself eating shit with that big brother from earlier.”

“Waiting for those two brothers from earlier to eat shit!!”

…

Lu Chi glanced at the comments, growing more agitated, and simply turned off his phone.

The two people sitting in front of their computers began their first wave of attack.

Song Yuan had confidence in the firewall he built and focused on breaking into the opponent's system. His hands typed incessantly on the keyboard. He hadn't made much progress when a cheer erupted beside him.

Xinan Network had broken through the first hurdle Song Yuan had set.

Meng Xuelin looked at Song Yuan's side with a smug expression, and asked leisurely,

“I admire General Manager Song's confidence. I thought you could at least last ten minutes. I didn't expect that after only three minutes, you'd be at a disadvantage. If General Manager Song's ability were as strong as his confidence, then you would truly impress me.”

Song Yuan let out a low chuckle. The difficulty of the hurdles he designed increased exponentially. If Xinan Network couldn't even break through the outermost one, then they weren't worthy of being programmers.

He had no fear whatsoever.

“I wish you the last laugh.”

With that, he pressed Enter with a stylish flourish, and the line of commands he had just typed ran on the computer.

The next second, he directly penetrated Xinan Network's server, and opening the opponent's database was just a side task.

In contrast, on Xinan Network's side, the person sitting in front of the computer began to frequently wipe sweat from his forehead.

Song Yuan had gone straight for the core, leaving him no way to continue attacking. All his energy was now focused on defense.

But every step he strengthened, Song Yuan would aggressively advance another step.

The person opposite began to grow anxious.

Song Yuan leisurely unscrewed the water bottle beside him and took a drink, casually chatting with Meng Xuelin,

“General Manager Meng, why don't you send one more person to join in? One person can specialize in attacking, and the other can specialize in defending. This way, I'm a bit bored!”

Meng Xuelin looked at his employee, then at Song Yuan, unsure what to say at this moment.

He found it hard to believe that someone in the CTO position at Xinan Network couldn't handle a small-time Song Yuan.

The country's top technology was all concentrated under his command.

“Song Yuan, what do you have to be proud of? This has only just begun!”

Song Yuan nodded casually, finished the water in the bottle, and his gaze returned to the screen. The opponent had repaired their defenses against him.

Song Yuan understood the opponent's logic at a glance. He focused on the screen, beginning a new round of cracking. Two minutes later, Song Yuan successfully cracked the opponent's hurdle and opened their database.

Everything was settled.

The person sitting opposite him wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at Song Yuan in disbelief, as if he were looking at a monster.

Everyone present fell silent.

After a long moment, Lu Chi clenched his fist, making a victory gesture, and fist-bumped the brothers behind him.

The brothers Song Yuan brought were also stunned, especially Li Lei. He had been with Song Yuan for several years and knew his boss was technically skilled, but he didn't know he had this trick up his sleeve.

Li Lei exclaimed,

“Boss, you are my god! You truly are the most handsome man in the world. I declare you my idol forever!!”

The others also took a long time to recover,

“Ah, ah, Boss, when you go back, you must train us brothers. That operation just now really blinded my dog eyes. I'm such a fucking idiot; I actually thought you couldn't beat the other side. I am guilty!”

“I'm also guilty, I'm also an idiot…”

This was not the time for Song Yuan to joke around with them. He wanted Meng Xuelin to honor the bet they had just made.

At this moment, Meng Xuelin sat in the black leather sofa, his face almost as dark as the sofa itself.

Song Yuan winning against his CTO was something he thought impossible.

Meng Xuelin scrutinized Song Yuan. Could it be that this kid was truly a hacker, playing a trick of hiding his true abilities?

His head started to ache.

Song Yuan said with a smile,

“General Manager Meng, the competition is over. Why is no one speaking? Did your throats suddenly hurt?”

Meng Xuelin was silent for a few seconds, then said angrily,

“The previous competition doesn't count. You just got lucky, like a blind cat catching a dead mouse. How can a competition be decided in one round? We'll do best of three.”

Song Yuan knew this old man wanted to renege on the bet. He didn't have time to keep arguing with the other side.

Song Yuan adjusted to a comfortable sitting position, leaning back in his chair, and leisurely looked at the opposite side,

“Best of three isn't necessary. How about this: I won't make a move now, and everyone you brought can participate. Everyone can attack my website. As long as one person can break in, you win. What do you think?”

Meng Xuelin's face was a mix of green and red, no longer describable as merely ugly.

This slap to his face stung.

What Song Yuan said was too arrogant. Was he mocking his subordinates as useless, implying that no one could attack him?

The CTO sitting in front of the computer looked at Meng Xuelin and said,

“General Manager Meng, I want to try.”

He was a bit bewildered by his loss in the previous match.

He felt completely defenseless. Their firewall was clearly very powerful, developed with the efforts of the entire technical department, but in Song Yuan's hands, it was like a mere trick, easily broken in a few moves.

He was somewhat unconvinced.

Meng Xuelin didn't speak, and the CTO assumed his boss had given his consent.

He focused his attention on the computer. Now, without needing to divide his attention to defense, he began to analyze the opponent's website.