Chapter 135 Pig Butchering Scam
Chapter 135 Pig Butchering Scam
Chen Yizhou came down from the top floor like a bull that had been defeated outside and was now throwing a tantrum at home. He kicked open the glass door of the second-floor office area.
"Wang Xiaochuan!" Chen Yizhou roared, "Immediately take some men and completely remove the white borders from the 'Watchdog' interface! Also, delete the mess you've made of the front-end and add it to the database! If you don't finish this by the end of the day, you're all fired!"
The sound of keyboards clicking in the office area stopped instantly.
Old Zhao, holding his goji berry cup, shrank his neck and muttered under his breath, "Mr. Chen, the guard dog's fur is too frizzy. If you pluck it clean, it'll be a bald-tailed dog. Putting it on the ground, it looks like it has a skin disease—"
"Shut up!" Chen Yizhou grabbed a stack of folders from the table next to him and slammed them down on Wang Xiaochuan and Lao Zhao's workstations.
Wang Xiaochuan sat at his workstation, looking at the documents scattered all over the floor, and then at the watchdog on the screen that seemed to be glowing with a Buddha-like light.
Suddenly, he laughed. He looked at this farce in which he had also been caught up in it and found it particularly boring.
He pushed the keyboard forward and stood up.
"Mr. Chen, no need to wait until the end of the workday." Wang Xiaochuan reached out and took off the yellow temporary employee badge around his neck, throwing it onto the table with a thud.
Chen Yizhou was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief: "What do you mean?"
"Literally, I quit." Wang Xiaochuan grabbed his backpack from the back of the chair, slung it over one shoulder, and said, "I may not be that old, but I need opportunities, I need to learn, I need to accumulate experience. I came to Sohu because I want to do something technically sound, to create a legitimate product. I'm not here to be a thief, especially a clumsy one who can't even figure out how to cut out a blueprint. Mr. Chen, as the leader of the team, you don't know how to fight for project time for your subordinates; you only know how to pander to the boss and the investors. You don't consider the practicalities at all; you only know how to manage downwards. How are we supposed to work for you?!"
"Wang Xiaochuan! Do you know who you're talking to?!" Chen Yizhou's facial muscles twitched violently. "You're a college student who hasn't even graduated yet. I'm giving you a chance, Sohu is giving you a chance, don't push your luck! If you dare step out of this door today, I guarantee you won't find another job in Zhongguancun!"
Wang Xiaochuan was so angry he laughed again.
"Mr. Chen, in Zhongguancun, programming is about technical skill, not just graphic design software." Wang Xiaochuan pointed at Lao Li's screen. "Under your guidance, you can't really develop any technical skills. Now I finally understand why none of the programmers on your US team came back with you. Look at these guys, you've forced them to create the amazing 'front-end minus one' technique. You should save that for showing off to Wall Street investors on NASDAQ. I can't play with your single-player games and childish tricks."
Old Li and Old Zhao, who were standing nearby, opened their mouths, wanting to say a few words of advice, but after looking at Wang Xiaochuan's expression, they swallowed their words and silently picked up their water glasses to drink.
"You—" Chen Yizhou pointed at Wang Xiaochuan's nose, his finger trembling, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
Wang Xiaochuan didn't bother to look at him again, walked around the scraps of paper on the ground, and strode towards the door.
As he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at the office area, which reeked of decay.
"By the way, Mr. Chen, just a friendly reminder," Wang Xiaochuan pointed to the window across the street, "I've looked at Qihang Technology's code. Their underlying logic is as clean as a work of art, and their marketing rhythm is unmatched. You're trying to compete head-on with stolen goods by throwing money around. You're not even fit to be cannon fodder. Don't overestimate yourselves."
After saying that, he pushed open the door and walked out without looking back.
As the elevator descended, Wang Xiaochuan felt a pent-up feeling of stagnation in his chest that had been building up for a week, and he finally exhaled it.
Stepping out of the revolving doors of the Sohu Network Building, the sunlight in Zhongguancun was somewhat dazzling.
He stood by the roadside, looking up at the Hailong Building not far away.
Wang Xiaochuan tightened the straps of his backpack and strode across the street.
He had only one thought in his mind: to meet Bai Yuhang and see how a true tech geek would change the world.
Even just going to Qihang to be a low-level programmer who writes code is better than becoming a laughing stock in this building.
The office area of Qihang Technology is located on the 16th floor of Hailong Building.
Zhang Jian, holding a coffee cup, peered into Yang Bo's workstation, his eyes fixed on the screen.
"Brother Bo, after all this, that old bastard Chen Yizhou actually dared to go for it?"
Yang Bo clicked the mouse, the screen displaying the Crazy Vegetable Garden page that had just popped up on the 5Q campus network. "He's not just daring, he's practically shameless. Look at these buttons, he hasn't even changed the words 'steal vegetables'."
Wan Lianghao leaned closer, his large head almost touching the monitor, pointing at the watchdog with a white border on the screen, and yelled in a Northeastern accent, "What the hell! What were these graphic designers doing? They didn't even cut out the dog properly, leaving such a huge white border. Do they think this dog is some kind of bodhisattva descended from heaven with its own halo?"
Zhang Jian casually clicked on the cabbage icon on the page and burst out laughing. "Incredible, absolutely incredible. I just grabbed their data package, and this crappy game hasn't even written the database in; it's just a front-end decrement. A refresh, and the stolen vegetables have grown back. Chen Yizhou spends money like water, but he can't even copy homework properly, so he just produced this garbage?"
Jiang Shuo pushed up his glasses, his eyes shining. "Who cares what it is? As long as it looks the same, we can sue it."
"Brother Bo, are you done collecting the evidence?"
Yang Bo patted the thick stack of file folders and hard drives on the table. "The lawyers and notary office staff just left. From the page UI and interaction logic to this dog with the Buddha-like aura, it's a comprehensive, no-dead-angle website security measure. The videos and screenshots are all here."
Yang Bo put the hard drive into a file bag, got up, and took it with him to knock on Bai Yuhang's office door.
Bai Yuhang was leaning back in his boss's chair, drinking tea, when he saw Yang Bo enter. He put down his teacup. "You're online?"
"Okay, it's up." Yang Bo handed over the file folder. "President Bai, Chen Yizhou is really desperate this time. He copied it pixel by pixel. He even copied the comments we deliberately left in the code to establish evidence, word for word."
Bai Yuhang pulled out a file folder containing several color-printed screenshots. His gaze swept over the familiar green vegetable patch and the "steal vegetables" button, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"If Zhang Chaoyang knew that the team he bought for 20 million US dollars would end up with such a half-finished product, he would probably be so angry that he would end up in the hospital."
"Is all the evidence secured?" Bai Yuhang pushed the screenshots back to Yang Bo.
"Yes, the notary office's seal was just affixed, the lawyer was present the whole time, and there's video evidence." Yang Bo pointed to the document bag. "The evidence is irrefutable. As soon as our official patent and software license certificates arrive, we'll win every case."
"Brother Bo, lock these things in the legal department's safe." Bai Yuhang stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the silhouette of the Sohu Network Building in the distance. "The pig has been fattened up and walked into the slaughterhouse on its own."
Yang Bo put away the file folder and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Chen Yizhou really helped us sink that $10 million promotion fee for Sohu. Once the court injunction is issued, we'll take the judgment and empty his pockets, interest and all."
Bai Yuhang turned around, his eyes sharp. "Tell the brothers to keep going at our pace, don't make a fuss, just do your own thing. Chen Yizhou wants to turn things around with this piece of junk? I think he's saving money on his funeral expenses. Once the patent certificate is issued, we'll go straight to court and slaughter him."
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