Chapter 415

Wen Qianqian is preparing for the next meeting, but he receives a call from Yan Kuan. "Mr. Yan, do you have any orders?" without hesitation, Wen took the initiative to say hello after connecting the phone. His voice was as calm and powerful as usual.

"Brother Qian, don't be so divided with me. Just call me ah Kuan." Yan Kuan's voice slowly passed into Wen Qian's ear through the handset.

After listening to Yan Kuan's steady and gentle tone, Wen relaxed his tight heart: "you are now president of poly. Although I am older, you are president Yan at work."

"Brother Qian, I'm not calling about business. Would you like to ask if you're free in the evening and can have dinner together?" Yan Kuan's attitude on the other end of the phone is gentle and respectful, as if he was the gentle teenager who always likes to smile.

"OK, there's no entertainment in the evening." Wen nodded forward.

"Is there anything you want to eat or a familiar restaurant?" Yan Kuan continued kindly. "There is an early Japanese restaurant and French restaurant in xiahai. They have been open for more than ten years. I don't know which restaurant you want to eat tonight."

"Anything."

"Then I'll make the decision for brother Qian. I'll ask the assistant to book the location and send you the location information later." after that, Yan Kuan hung up the phone.

Wen Qianqian slowly put down his cell phone, meditated for a moment, then pressed the internal telephone on his desk and informed his assistant: "I have something important tonight. Let the general manager attend the dinner party for me."

"OK, chairman," the assistant replied respectfully on the phone.

Wen cut off the internal telephone, picked up the mobile phone he had just received and put it in the drawer on the left of his desk, and then reopened the documents for the meeting to review.

evening.

The sun is setting and the twilight is four in one.

This prosperous city made of steel and cement is shrouded in a fiery red sunset. The fish scale clouds on the horizon are dyed red by the afterglow of the sunset. The sky becomes extremely gorgeous, as if it were a delicate oil painting. The shape of each sunset in the sky and the orange light tearing the clouds are carefully outlined by the painter with a brush.

Wen Qianqian sat in his car and went to the Japanese restaurant that had been open in xiahai city for more than ten years according to the agreed place.

When I came to the restaurant, I just walked into the hall and saw Yan Kuan's assistant Xie Ying standing there in a black women's suit. As soon as I saw him appear, I quickly walked over and nodded Hello, "Hello, Mr. Wen. My young master has been waiting in there for a long time."

"Well, I'll be right there." Wen nodded faintly forward.

Xie Ying immediately straightened up and walked in front of Wen to guide him.

The seemingly small store came in and found that it was spacious and spacious. From the decoration to the furnishings in the house, it was full of Japanese style and wind.

After walking along the quiet corridor for a while, Xie Ying stopped in front of a box door and took the initiative to reach out and knock on the horizontally pulled wooden door. Then she said that the wooden door was opened horizontally and put her right hand into the house to make an invitation.

Wen stepped forward and went in. Because the house was paved with tatami, there was a shoe changing area at the door of the box. Wen took off his shoes and put on the white socks prepared in the store. Then he entered the box. Bypassing the screen made of silk cloth, he saw Yan Kuan sitting around the table with a strange man about 30 years old.

Wen was puzzled, but he didn't move on his face. He walked to the table and sat cross legged.

"Brother Qian, you won't mind my choice of Japanese cuisine?"

Yan Kuan looked forward to Wen in an instant. His white face was soft in outline and fine in line. With the radian slightly raised at the corners of his mouth and a faint scholarly spirit Lingering between his eyebrows, at first glance, he looked like a pure and harmless weak scholar.

At this moment, Yan Kuan is not like the president of Baoli group who has gloomy eyes and always shows a third of malice and hostility in his eyebrows.

Fortunately, Wen Qianqian was used to this scene. He naturally smiled and looked at the strange man with black framed glasses sitting aside. He asked in a loud voice, "who is this gentleman?"

"I just want to introduce myself to my elder brother. This gentleman's name is Li Jun." Yan Kuan raised his hand and friendly pointed to the glasses man sitting opposite the eight immortals table. He politely introduced, "although Mr. Li's education is not high, he is very proficient in computer programs. He was once a network security consultant hired by a well-known domestic software company."

"Is that so?" Wen looked forward suspiciously at the man named Li Jun, and then cast his eyes again on Yan Kuan's face. He smiled awkwardly. "I'm really sorry. I did the market in the United States a few years ago and rarely went back to China. I don't know much about domestic talent information."

"I understand. But seven years ago, the country was attacked by a new computer virus for a while, and half of the computers in China were infected. This virus lost a lot of important information and caused hundreds of millions of losses. I don't know if brother Qian has heard of it?" Yan Kuan deepened the arc raised by the corner of his mouth and kept staring at Wen Qian.

Wen Qianqian was stunned immediately and subconsciously recalled what happened seven or eight years ago. It seems that for a while, he did hear that an advanced trojan virus had spread in China. The speed and scope of this virus were beyond imagination. And at that time, no software company on the market could write an detoxification program. The computer infected with the virus will be completely paralyzed, all information will be invalid, and even shutdown can't be done.

It is said that even the computers of political Fu organs and units were poisoned, and the property losses caused were amazing in the economy at that time.

In order to prevent computers all over the country from being infected with this virus, private hackers and network security consultants of regular companies tried to write anti-virus software, but all failed.

This virus is called panda burning incense.

"I've heard it, isn't it..." Wen said slowly forward, turning his eyes and moving his eyes to the man with glasses bit by bit. He looked at the man who looked plain and insignificant in some surprise. "Is this Mr. Li the initiator of the virus that year?"

"It seems that brother Qian knows the information very well. Although he is not in China, he still knows the domestic affairs." Yan Kuan looks at Wen Qian with appreciation and continues to quietly introduce the glasses man around him, "No one can solve the panda burning incense virus. Finally, Li Jun sat in front of the computer and wrote the detoxification program in half an hour. Li Jun is very talented in the computer field, but it's a pity that the software company hired him as a network security consultant is just a marketing strategy to attract the public's attention. He only gave Li Jun a virtual job with a monthly salary of 3000 and a small talent."

"I can make such a big storm on the Internet, but I only give 3000 yuan a month. It's really a talent." Wen nodded forward, but there were more questions in his heart.

Yan Kuan invited himself out to dinner and introduced the hacker master to him. Did Yan Kuan want to tell him so much, or did he want him to do something with other intentions? But if it was the latter, what did Yan Kuan want to do when he introduced this person to himself?