The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

The economic environment of an era is often directly proportional to the number of entertainment projects in this era. In many cases, the income of the entertainment industry can prove the quality of the economy from the side.

Therefore, some people joked that the income of a young lady can better reflect the current economy than various economic data.

In the 1990s, people didn't have many entertainment projects. Adults spent more time in bubble dance halls and the like, while teenagers mostly soaked in game halls.

In an arcade room that didn't even have a name, the room was filled with smoke, mixed with the noise of scolding mothers, and there was a smoky atmosphere.

Mao Xiaowu was holding a cigarette stolen from his father's drawer in his mouth, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and his hands were crackling on the buttons of the arcade machine.

Operates the game character to pick up a grassy sword, and slashes at the opponent in the game, Lu Bu. Soon, Lu Bu let out a scream and his head was gone. One of the big bosses in this game was attacked by him. Fluent operation is done.

"Haha... Stupid Lu Bu... I haven't lost a drop of blood."

Although this game has been played for a long time, it was the first time that Lu Bu was killed without losing a single drop of blood. Mao Xiaowu was naturally very excited.

But before Mao Xiaowu could continue to be excited, a slap, neither light nor heavy, hit him on the head.

"Damn...who..."

When he was excited, he was slapped on the head by someone. Mao Xiaowu was about to curse before he turned around, but when he turned to see who was hitting him, he swallowed the curse words.

"Brother Chuan, why are you here? Don't you want to continue the class in the third grade? Haha, I know, you must be skipping class to play games, right? Don't buy coins, I stole two dollars from my dad this morning. , I bought twenty of them for you."

For Zhao Jiangchuan, Mao Xiaowu has always felt very kind, even if Zhao Jiangchuan is only one year older than him, he still sincerely regards Zhao Jiangchuan as his brother, a brother who is closer than his own brother.

When someone bullies him in school, Zhao Jiangchuan will always help him to get ahead, even if he can't beat him, he will try his best to beat the bully to the brink of blood;

Being taught by his parents at home, Zhao Jiangchuan would secretly take him to the arcade to play games. In Mao Xiaowu's eyes, I am afraid that his brother is nothing more than that.

What Mao Xiaowu said about Zhao Jiangchuan was moved and wanted to laugh. What moved him was that when Mao Xiaowu broke with his father for him, he followed him around the world, and even went crazy with him and dropped the nuclear bomb.

When Zhao Jiangchuan saw that Mao Xiaowu was killed one step ahead of him, he was full of guilt.

What I want to laugh about is that Zhao Jiangchuan has always wondered how Mao Xiaowu, who has been so playful since he was a child, can somehow become one of the top hackers in the world.

When he was a child, he played games, and when he grew up, he played with women. In Zhao Jiangchuan's eyes, Mao Xiaowu had never been doing a proper job, but this guy who was not doing a proper job became Jushi Capital's strongest defense in information security.

Eavesdropping on the secrets of other financial institutions and bigwigs, stealing the position data held by the other party in the market, and planting Trojan programs in the other party's trading system.

It can be said that Zhao Jiangchuan was able to rampage in the global capital field in the last life. In addition to Zhao Jiangchuan's excellent judgment ability, Mao Xiaowu's role was also indispensable.

Is this the real genius?

Zhao Jiangchuan put away his complicated emotions and forgot his previous plan to teach Mao Xiaowu a lesson. He took a few game coins that Mao Xiaowu handed him, and accompanied Mao Xiaowu to fight in the game hall. Interesting games.

"Brother Chuan, eat that, eat it to increase energy, hurry up, don't let the old man make big moves..."

Twenty coins, the two of them hit two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and Mao Xiaowu didn't feel hungry until he walked out of the gate of the game hall.

Mao Xiaowu was not polite to Zhao Jiangchuan either,

Hippy smiled and said, "Brother Chuan, all the money I stole in the morning is playing games. Please invite me to dinner."

To be able to take such words for granted, it is estimated that only Mao Xiaowu, Zhao Jiangchuan couldn't help but burst into his head again.

"Don't steal the adult's money in the future, or the next time your dad finds out, it won't be..."

As he talked, Zhao Jiangchuan felt like he couldn't go on. He was persuading Mao Xiaowu not to steal the adults' money, but in the morning he simply gave his father a pot.

Guilt ah.

When he thought that Zhao Donglai would know the truth in the future, Zhao Jiangchuan felt a fever in his butt.

Even when he was eating at home at noon, he was trembling with fear, for fear that Zhao Dong would accidentally see it out, then everything would be over.

I'm too lazy to continue to persuade Mao Xiaowu not to learn badly. With such a son, his father, Mao's love for the party, is enough to drink a pot, and it can be regarded as a little trouble for him in the past.

Some things Zhao Jiangchuan made very clear. It was one thing for Zhao Donglai to violate the law and discipline, and it was another thing for Mao Xiaowu to have a relationship with him. Later, it was another thing for Mao Aidang to bring someone to arrest Zhao Donglai.

In the previous life, the power of Zhao Jiangchuan did not destroy the Mao Aidang, because of the existence of Mao Xiaowu, but this did not mean that Zhao Jiangchuan had no trouble in his heart.

In a small restaurant, Mao Xiaowu gnawed wildly with a chicken leg in his arms, his mouth full of oil, as if he was reincarnated by a starving ghost.

"Chuanguo, otherwise don't go to class in the afternoon. Anyway, your grades are so good that it doesn't make any difference whether you go or not. Let's play games."

Pay attention to what Mao Xiaowu is playing, how can Zhao Jiangchuan not see it, this kid must have no money in his pocket and ask him for money to play games instead.

However, Zhao Jiangchuan didn't bother to care about such trivial matters. He specially came to Mao Xiaowu this time, and he didn't plan to go to class in the afternoon.

"Xiao Wu, you said last time that your father has a lot of ID cards in his drawer. Are there any ones in their twenties? If so, can you steal a few and give them to me?"

The security in the 1990s was not as good as later generations. In those years, all kinds of gangsters and hooligans were the most promising careers for many young people.

The Mao Aidang, who is in the police system, usually catches some thieves. The ID cards that those guys don't know how to get it are in the hands of the Mao Aidang.

As for Mao Aidang's transfer to the Disciplinary Inspection Commission, that was a few years later, and Zhao Jiangchuan never forgot about these things.

When Mao Xiaowu heard that Zhao Jiangchuan was going to let him go home to steal things, this guy's reaction was very interesting.

"Brother Chuan, let me tell you, my dad not only has an ID card in his drawer, but also more than 100 quick money, or I'll steal some by the way. How about we play games in the afternoon."

Zhao Jiangchuan was also amused by Mao Xiaowu's words, he said angrily: "Didn't I tell you to stop stealing your father's money, you can just steal a few ID cards, remember, as long as you are around twenty years old ."

Mao Xiaowu was still a little unwilling to give up, he complained: "Then we won't have the money to go to the game hall to play."

"Okay, okay, don't play tricks on me, if you want to play game consoles, I'll let you play enough later, I'll wait for you at Sanlikou in a while, while your dad is at work, hurry back and steal your ID card. ."

At the end, Zhao Jiangchuan did not forget to add: "Remember not to steal money."