Bit Mania [Hacking]

In front of the MS Internet Search and Mining Research Institute building near Greater Seattle is the G2 highway in the suburbs of Redmond. Vehicles whizzed by, and the noise of car engines resounded through the hustle and bustle, but they stopped outside the soundproof wall of the institute. .

"Now, let's make a summary of the hacker attack we suffered two hours ago on the afternoon of October 10." Director Fitch sat on the top of the conference table with a solemn face, with a notebook and a pen in front of him: "I I have already called the headquarters to report this matter, and the person in charge will come soon, before that, we need to hand over a complete accident report, now let’s count the losses, Worf!"

"...in, in," the first-level researcher named Worf was shocked: "From five o'clock in the afternoon until now, the laboratory has a total of two large servers, seventeen hosts... and firewalls, gateways... all Paralysis...data loss...system crash..."

"Frank, explain the repair plan!"

"Yes...the server needs to reload the system...then the entire unit restarts...the data needs to be archived again...in order to prevent hackers from attacking again, it is necessary to strengthen the firewall to a sufficiently reliable level in the shortest possible time..."

"How long do these things take?"

"Three... oh no, two, no, no, one and a half months!"

"Three months..." Fitch slapped the conference table angrily, "If you deduct your wages according to the number of days, you will even save on condoms this year!"

The researchers immediately looked at him with the expression of a dead father.

"Let me tell you now," Director Fitch coughed, "You all haven't realized the seriousness of the problem yet!"

"It's self-evident who those hackers are, but have you ever thought that they could expect you to leave early, so they chose to launch the attack when everyone was driving on the high speed, and first took advantage of the vacancy of the research institute's defense? Start with the advanced No. [-] unit, and deal with the slower No. [-] when you come back, and finally, the more exciting thing came, just when we were about to counterattack, they ran away!"

The more the director spoke, the more excited he became, with both cheeks trembling as he spoke: "How could they know that we are going to use the KHJ virus to deal with them? Shouldn't ordinary people step on the losers if they win?" Is it cool, but they don't miss this place at all, they leave as soon as they say, so free and easy, are they gods?!... Are you kidding me!"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, their faces were very ugly, and they felt chills on their backs.

"Yeah, how is this possible..."

"...Could it be a prophet?"

"It's terrifying to pinch so precisely..."

"It feels like we are being watched by someone all the time..."

Fitch rubbed his face hard, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone in front of him.

"Hi, I'm Fitch, the technical director of MS First Research Institute Redmond, please transfer me to Mr. Giles...I have something important to report to the CEO."

California, MS Corporation North America Headquarters.

The phone rang, and it was picked up by a man with a tough line. The cuffs of the dark gray suit were straight. The man listened to the half-hour-long report on the other end in silence, and finally only said: "I see. .”

After hanging up the phone, the CEO of the North American Department pondered for a while, and told the young female assistant beside him, "Edna, go and inform the heads of the North American research institutes that they will come here for a meeting tomorrow afternoon to discuss how to deal with the Freedom Association. Those guys' battle plan."

The female assistant named Edna is a sexy girl with big brown waves and healthy wheat-colored skin. But again, this lady's work ability should not be underestimated. She is also one of the people who know about the conflict between MS and FSF. Listen Upon hearing the boss's instruction, he couldn't help covering his mouth in surprise: "Mr. Giles, it's just a group of volunteers, we really need..."

"Do you really need to mobilize so many people?" The man called Mr. Giles completed what she hadn't said. He was a tall white man, about 40 years old, with light flaxen hair and green eyes. , Sitting there in a straight suit with vertical stripes, the whole person exudes the aura of a superior.

He asked, "Edna, do you know when people are most lethargic and unguarded?"

"Hmm... when you're sleeping?"

"No, it's time for victory," Giles said. "What would you do if you knocked out all the units at the Redmond Research Institute, leaving only the last mainframe?"

"Go all out and kill it!"

"That's right...but the other party didn't do that," Giles fiddled with the small pen holder in front of him with both hands: "The commander of the group of guys in the Freedom Association is a remarkable figure... There is an old saying in Huaguo, which is called 'the poor should not be chased. ', that's easy to say, but how many people can retreat bravely when the fat is on their lips? How clear-headed and decisive is this?...Although I don't like Hua Guo, I hate the undisciplined Hua Guo even more. Chinese, but some things left by their ancestors are still worthy of scrutiny.”

"I don't know how the country of Hua is, but our country of America is also amazing!" Edna pouted dissatisfied.

Mr. CEO poked her bulging cheek with his index finger: "Indeed, we are the hegemons of the world... Do you know why we are always ahead of other countries? Because we have a short history in the United States, and people cannot use their past to share with others. When showing off, you can only create something desperately..."

"But the opponent is just a commander, so powerful that we need to dispatch all of us?"

"Heh... a brave man must do his best. Even if he has the chance to win, once there is a measure to increase the winning rate by even [-]%, don't give up. The Internet is a place where personal heroism can be infinitely magnified. The Freedom Association is just a bunch of rabble, but with such a commander in chief, it is not easy to settle, they deserve our high attention. Not to mention the madmen like Richard and Linus."

"...I don't quite understand what you said."

Giles smiled triumphantly: "It's normal not to understand, that's why I'm sitting here and you are standing here."

"Oh, is that so?" Edna raised her eyebrows, stretched her long legs in stilettos, and sat on her boss's lap: "Look, you are sitting here, and I am sitting here too... ...Taught me so many principles, are you not afraid that I will use them to rebel?"

Mr. CEO grabbed the woman's finger that circled his chest with one hand, and put it in his mouth: "You don't need to rebel, I should surrender... No matter how much reason a man has, he is destined to be conquered by a woman... "

"...Also, since the spies can't get the information, it means that they have core members, and our people are all on the periphery. This attack should be an independent action of the core members. If this is the case, it is impossible to tell them I have already begun to suspect the existence of spies... I will release this news among the volunteers later, saying that most of the volunteers have not gained trust, but were just deceived and used. This will greatly reduce the credibility of their high-level officials. Climbing up... well, my dear, you are so enthusiastic... tsk..."

……

How adults enjoy their lives will not be shown for the time being, and some children's lives are also colorful.

When human trafficker Zheng Xiu tricked Zixin into the house again, it was 07:30 after dinner. He took out the key from the outside and opened the door. Sitting on the ground, the moonlight poured down, casting a hazy brilliance on people, making it both mysterious and peaceful.

After walking a few steps closer, Zheng Xiu felt that he had stepped on something, looked down, picked up a comic book expressionlessly, and wiped off the dust on it.

"This is the Paul Erdos I mentioned to you." Zheng Xiu shoved the manga back on the bookshelf indiscriminately. "Let him solve the problem of system loopholes. Now I will teach you how to use it."

"Zheng Xiu," the old man closed the "Mathematics Ci Hai" which was thicker than a brick, and turned his chair to face the two of them: "I want coffee."

"What should I do?" Zi Xin tugged at Zheng Xiu's sleeve.

"Pour coffee, it's a theorem," someone Zheng pointed in the direction of the water dispenser: "There's instant coffee over there, go try it."

Zixin gave him a suspicious look, walked over to open the small cabinet next to the water dispenser, took out a bag of instant coffee and a cup, poured boiling water into it, stirred it with a spoon, and brought it to the old man.

Paul took it, took a sip, and rolled his eyelids: "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"Hmm... Monte Carlo method?"

"Easy! You describe the probabilistic process, then sample from a known probability distribution, and finally develop various estimators."

Zixin exclaimed: "It's amazing..."

"What about this one?" Zheng Xiu took out a file bag from the side, pulled out one and put it in front of Paul. Staring at the paper in Zheng Xiu's hand, his eyes could almost ignite fire.

"Shua." Zheng Xiu took away his piece of paper on which the system construction algorithm was written, repacked it into a file bag, and threw it on the coffee table casually: "How is it?"

The old man swallowed hard: "Even Blue Mountain Coffee has to be weighed..."

"That's fine." Zheng Xiu said, and took Zixin into his room, leaving Paul alone in the living room.

"Is this really okay?" Zixin looked back frequently.

"Well," Zheng Xiu said, "I will solve the problem with him. This old guy still has some skills. The most important thing is that the labor force is relatively cheap. If you have any intractable diseases, just ask him, and he will know what he knows. To answer you directly, if you don’t know, he will spend seventeen or eight hours a day thinking non-stop until he comes up with the answer, in short, try to extract value from him in the shortest possible time.”

Zixin didn't do it once or twice to oppress the elderly. He knew what to do without Zheng Xiu's reminder, so he just nodded at this time and didn't say much.

After sending Zixin back to school, Zheng Xiu returned home and saw Paul lying on the big dining table. The file bag had been opened long ago, and there were papers and pens spread out in front of him. It looked like there was still more than half of the coffee on the table, but it was completely cold, and the instant powder that had not been soaked because the water temperature was not enough condensed into pieces and floated in the cup.

What a terrible cup of coffee... But, cherish it, because in a few years, you will go to a place without coffee... Although it seems that you are still in good health.

He shook his head, took a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom.