"... It's okay!" When these two words burst out of his mouth, Lin Qian's whole heart seemed to rise high, to a place where it was swaying unknowingly.

Li Zhicheng answered only one word: "Okay."

Lin Qian hung up the phone, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of chill, but the sweat in his palm was hot.

She turned around in the hut alone, but when Gu Yanzhi didn't know when she came in, she stood at the door with a sullen face and looked at her.

"I already know." He said, "Now we can only gamble."

Lin Qian bit his lower lip lightly and nodded hard.

Gambling, a big gamble.

A 20 million gamble.

This is the last sweet dream they can make. Pinned all their strong *, anxious, fluke, unwilling and unwilling to lose.

The two stepped out of the cabin side by side.

Lin Qian lowered his voice: "Gu, President Gu, I think the next step is to slow down and delay."

When speaking this sentence, Lin Qian's brain had calmed down abnormally. But because the mind is too calm, but the heartbeat in the chest is too fast and intense.

Unexpectedly, Gu Yanzhi glanced at her, and at this time, he actually smiled.

"We think so." He said.

Gu Yanzhi quickly represented Li Zhicheng and issued a new order: do not close the station. But reducing the access speed of the server and active pages, customers ordered 10 times, only about 1 time to successfully deliver orders. At the same time, an announcement was issued on the page saying that the website was hacked and is being repaired with all efforts.

Lin Qian returned to the computer and began to lead her "Squadron Team" to large-scale hype on various shopping sites, forums, and regional popular forums in second- and third-tier cities.

...

This night, the Aida headquarters building was completely illuminated.

The crazy enthusiasm of customers has been maintained until 1 am. The first 2,000 "Xizhong First Prize" packages were finally sold out. Since then, sales have rushed upward by more than 800. The number of visits to the event homepage has exceeded 5 million, the message area has completely exploded, and other major forums are also constantly posting-

The buyers who didn't grab the first two thousand, regretted the sound. But most of them also said that the promotion itself was very worthwhile, and Aida's bag quality and style were indeed good;

The people who grab the first prize are all ecstatic, and the announcement of winning the order is like everyone is celebrating the holidays.

But more voices are strongly questioned. Question whether Aida, who made this big oolong, will pay 20 million red envelopes as scheduled?

Some people also posted that it was an old Aida customer, saw the announcement of being hacked, understood that the enterprise was not easy, and was willing to give up 10,000 yuan in red envelopes. Others say, don’t need 10,000 yuan anymore. It is acceptable for merchants to send thousands of dollars per person.

But more people said they did not accept it-the hacking of the website was the business's own business. If you don't send red envelopes as promised, Aida will be black in the future.

And because of the previous "carcinogen" incident, Aida has attracted considerable media attention. After this night, the major media, portals, and Weibo rushed to forward this ridiculous news. One of the headlines reads like this: "Twenty million, send, or not?"

Amid all the attention and doubts, Aida remained silent.

According to the previously announced rules, the activity cycle will have three days. Three days later, the winners can receive cash red envelopes at the designated stores of Aida with their ID cards.

And because Aida has been silent, in the difficult three days, the doubts and noises of consumers and the media, and their eagerness to look forward to the results, have intensified and almost reached the peak. The total number of clicks on Aida's website exceeded 100 million, and it is still climbing rapidly every minute. "Aida 20 million red envelopes" has become the ten most popular search terms in recent days, and the second most popular topic on Weibo.

——

Three days later, 8:55 am.

Lin Qian held his forehead with his hand and sat in the small room of the Information Technology Department, staring at the computer. Outside the door, there are other employees who are equally urgent.

There are still five minutes, which is the time limit stipulated in the original activity rules-customers can go to the store to collect red envelopes. In five minutes, the "Ada President Public Statement" in front of her will be released.

The content is very concise, written by Li Zhicheng himself. At this time, no one dared to write for him. Lin Qian thought about several versions, but after seeing Li Zhicheng write about it, he chewed repeatedly, but he still felt that he would lose much of his words.

"Dear customers, netizens and media friends:

As we all know, three days ago, our Vinda brand online flagship store was attacked by hackers, resulting in 2,000 first prizes wrongly awarded. In the face of such malicious attacks, our company will conduct a thorough investigation to safeguard legitimate rights and maintain a fair and fair market environment.

Faced with consumers, Aida has always adhered to the "Yinuoqianjin" business philosophy, regardless of past, present or future.

For the 2,000 customers who won the first prize, please go to the designated store to collect the 10,000 yuan cash red envelope in accordance with the rules of the event.

I wish a happy New Year.

-Li Zhicheng, President of Aida Group"

After this statement is issued, what feedback will there be from consumers and on the Internet? Lin Qian almost imagined that there must be a lot of praise and everyone was very happy. She didn't even doubt that in the next few hours, or a few days, the number of views of Aida's flagship store will continue to soar.

But how about sales, will there be a large-scale explosive climb?

No, she is not sure.

There is even some anxiety.

The past three days are vivid examples. The page views are too high to be high, and she also believes that Ada's popularity may have surpassed the most glorious period in history in these few days. In contrast, sales are very low, almost to the point of calm.

The first day: 427 pens; the second day: 633 pens; the third day: 780 pens.

Lin Qian didn't know that such a number is because everyone is watching where Aida is going, and there will be variables later; or that gorgeous traffic is simply a flashy bubble.

Thinking so, her head was thicker. She was sleepless for several days, the cold weather at night, and her tense spirit, she had a cold.

Turning out a cold medicine from the drawer and swallowing it with water, she continued to support her spirit and stared at the screen. It was just an irrelevant thought suddenly coming out of her head-she has been busy downstairs these days, directing the navy to fight around. Except for occasional phone reports or ad hoc meetings, Li Chicheng rarely meets. He did not temporarily arrange anything else for her.

I wonder how he feels sitting alone in the president's office in a tall building? When he sees all kinds of happy or sad news reported by various departments, will his calm and cold face also frown or stretch?

He sat alone in a dangerous building. And she is here, struggling to kill, has done everything she can.

Heh... how it feels so tragic, but willing.

Coming all the way through, I do not know when I have been born with the emotion of "the scholar dies for the soulmate"?

He was not old-fashioned, nor cunning enough, nor seemed lucky enough. But he was so amazing at first. Whether it's the gigantic Mingsheng project bid, or this unique flanking counter-attack strategy, or today's critical decision, the brave man broke his wrist... his cleverness, perseverance, and determination are unmatched.

...

——

Top level.

No one can think of it, nor Lin Qiang. At this exciting time, Li Zhicheng and Gu Yanzhi actually play chess.

Full of tea, black and white chessboard.

Gu Yanzhi saw that he was about to lose the fifth inning. He was suffocated and pushed the board: "No longer, it's boring." He was not good at this, but the boss asked him to accompany him today.

Do you want to find yourself with confidence by killing the Quartet?

Or is it just a result of killing time?

He raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Are you in no hurry?"

Li Zhicheng didn't look up. Two thick black eyebrows are eye-catching.

Fingering a white and a black child, he started to finish the end game with himself. Obviously young and handsome, but old-fashioned and indifferent makes people feel awkward.

"Not urgent."

——

After two hours.

Lin Qian stared at the screen and couldn't hold it anymore.

No improvement.

In the period after the announcement, sales were only 147.

I don't know if it's aggravated by a cold, or because of my mood. Lin Qian's head is getting heavier and his forehead is hotter, and the words on the screen are jumping. She looked up from behind the screen, and her colleagues outside were all quiet and serious.

She pushed back the chair, got up and said hello to the technical manager, and went downstairs.

——

When Lin Qian woke up again, he saw the dark sky outside the window at a glance.

She was taken aback and lifted the blanket to sit up.

Opposite, the middle-aged female doctor in the infirmary is sitting under the lamp and writing, looking up and smiling at her: "I just measured it for you, and my fever has gone down."

Lin Qian thanked quickly, but he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart-why did he sleep so long? Have you slept this crucial day?

She came to the infirmary to prescribe medicine at noon. At that time, she was too sleepy and a little bored in her heart, so she wanted to lean on the chair for a while before leaving. Who would have fallen asleep.

The doctor said again: "Someone called me in the afternoon to find you. I heard that you have a fever, so let me not wake you up and get a good night's sleep."

Lin Qian asked: "Who is it?"

The doctor smiled and said, "It's a young male colleague."

When people wake up, they are always particularly afraid of cold. Lin Qian wrapped his coat tightly and walked down the small building where the infirmary was located.

Opposite is the group building, at this time the lights are bright, and there are many people behind the glass windows.

This day is over.

Lin Qian didn't want to go up for a while, and sat down on the bench beside the flowerbed.

It was already more than seven o'clock at this time, and everyone who had to go home from get off work was off work, and the surrounding figures were sparse. Lin Qian leaned back in his chair, looked at the building, and looked at the gloomy night sky in winter, exhaling for a long time.

Footsteps sounded on the path beside him. Someone came without a hurry and cast a long shadow on the ground. Lin Qian didn't care, and she was fascinated.

Until the man came to her and stood still.

Lin Qian looked up and saw his face clearly.

"Head Li." She was about to stand up, but he was already sitting beside her.

Lin Qian looked at him sideways. He wore a black coat today with a shirt and tie inside. Even in winter, it is simple and refreshing. He looked at her too, and his eyes became brighter under the night light.

"Fever?" he asked.

Lin Qianzao guessed that the person who called the infirmary was him. There was a warmth in my heart, but it was disturbing again.

She responded well: "Well, thank you Mr. Li."

He was quiet for a while, looking at the front of his eyes, and asked, "Why sit here?"

Lin Qian replied in a low voice: "I slept all afternoon, and I don't know how the sales are. I will brew my emotions here first and make a solid psychological preparation."

These words made Li Zhicheng slip a smile in his eyes. But her next sentence made the smile fade away quickly.

She said, "I'm afraid we won't get anything."

This is very rare for Lin Qiang, and reveals his deep concern in front of him. After finishing this sentence, she looked up and stared at him clearly, as if to see the results of today from his face.

But Li Zhicheng's face was still calm, as if insulted. He also turned his head to look at her, staring at each other with their eyes very close.

Then he raised his hand and caught the back of the chair behind her.

"I don't think so." He said, "I want to get what I have seen, within reach."

Lin Qian's heart jumped.

What does he want... mean?

She looked at his black eyes, her heartbeat started to accelerate, and her face was a little hot.

But BOSS, where is the time for love and love now? There were three big mountains in my heart, heavy and breathless. Don't put pressure on me anymore, okay?

But she was wrong.

Because Li Zhicheng had stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at her with a sideways look: "Aren't you going to see it? Today's sales result."

Lin Qian immediately stood up: "... Ok, go now."

And finally, a mild smile appeared again in his eyes, and said softly, "You will not be disappointed."