Meizong Wealth Life

Chapter 44: Teach little pockmark a lesson

After reading the text messages that almost filled her inbox, Grace cursed softly.

"Damn it!"

Jamie's eyes were immediately attracted.

"Did something happen?"

Grace put down her phone and explained speechlessly:

"Hackers have invaded the computers of some Exeter students and posted some of their 'treasures' on the school's online forum."

"Wow!"

Jamie listened with great interest.

Especially the video of the boy and the female assistant, he had a friend who wanted to see it very much.

Grace shrugged and told Jamie two pieces of news.

"The bad news is that Exeter's school network is down. After the server is restarted and restored, those revelations will have been deleted by the school."

"What about the good news?"

Jamie couldn't help but ask.

Grace gave Jamie a meaningful look.

"The hacker also sent these revelations to the school network of Exeter's archenemy, Phillips Andover. So far, their servers have not crashed."

Without saying anything, Jamie immediately borrowed a network cable from the store, connected it to his laptop, sat side by side with Grace, and read with interest.

A few minutes later, when strange and unpleasant sounds came from the computer, attracting curious looks from other customers in the store, Jamie and Grace had no choice but to close the laptop.

Jamie is okay, after all, he has experienced it personally.

For Grace, it opened the door to a new world.

It turns out that classroom tables can still be used in this way.

It feels like there are more weird knowledge points added.

During this period, Grace received a notice from the school on her phone that classes would be suspended in the afternoon, and the Ivy Week activities were also cancelled.

But this is not the best news for Grace.

The football quarterback who threatened to drink the water she washed her feet in has been revoked from Harvard.

The reason was that Professor Baker saw the video of the classroom battle online.

Yes, that quarterback is the hero.

After such dirty information was revealed, his path to college through special sports recruitment was completely blocked.

If his grades in cultural courses are better, he can also try to apply for some ordinary universities.

But according to Grace, this guy only scored 410 on the SAT.

Jamie believed that this score was definitely his own doing and not a deception.

Because the minimum SAT score is 400, you will definitely not only take this score.

Originally, Grace had removed Harvard from her target universities after learning that the quarterback was specially recruited by Harvard.

Now that something like this happened, Harvard immediately became her first choice.

"By the way, we were chatting for so long just now, and I forgot to ask you, which university are you going to go to?"

Grace asked curiously, biting the straw on her lips.

Jamie shrugs and tells Grace that just this morning, he was admitted to Harvard.

Grace congratulated Jamie on the spot and didn't seem to mind at all that Jamie took up a place at Exeter High School.

Just then, Grace's cell phone rang.

It was her mother calling.

Grace stood up with the phone in hand.

"My mum must have heard about the Exeter school net, so I have to go."

After saying that, he suddenly leaned over without warning and kissed Jamie on the face.

"Goodbye, my boy!"

Watching Grace's slim figure disappear behind the glass door of the restaurant, Jamie thought about the kiss for a while, then took out his phone and sent a text message to Zuckerberg.

Ten minutes later, Zuckerberg walked into the restaurant in a hurry, still wearing his iconic slippers.

Jamie raised his hand and motioned to the waiter for two more cups of coffee.

Zuckerberg walked over to Jamie and sat down in front of him. As soon as he put down his schoolbag containing his laptop, he immediately talked impatiently about the hacker invasion of the Exeter school network.

They talked a lot at a fast pace, and didn't pause until the clerk brought two cups of coffee and raised his head to say thank you.

He took a sip of coffee and was about to continue talking when something suddenly came out of Jamie's mouth opposite him.

"You were the hacker who invaded the Exeter school network, right?"

Zuckerberg was stunned on the spot, his eyes widened.

"No kidding, man, it was probably someone from Phillips Andover who did this, that's what everyone thinks now."

"And I was also a victim of this hack, and photos from my computer were posted online."

Jamie could give this performance 9 points. One point was deducted because Zuckerberg's feet in slippers kept swinging uneasily under the dining table.

"Actually, you did something wrong. You shouldn't pretend to be a victim."

"Ordinary people's computers lack awareness of precautions, so it's okay to be hacked. But you are a powerful hacker yourself, and your computer was also hacked. This is somewhat unjustifiable, right?"

Under Jamie's intense gaze, Zuckerberg's Adam's apple rolled hard.He planned to struggle again.

"Even I was tricked, doesn't it just mean that the other party's hacking skills are very powerful?"

Jamie sneered.

"Okay, so here's the question. For such a powerful hacker, what would be more meaningful than hacking into a high school network?"

Zuckerberg still wanted to quibble, but was directly interrupted by Jamie.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about that hacker, I'm talking about you."

Zuckerberg was stunned again.

With no way to retreat, he finally broke out.

"Yes, that hacker is me!"

"You stole the goddess in the hearts of the boys at Exek High School, and you took away the Harvard admissions spots for Exek students, but it was me who those incompetent bastards scolded on the school website!"

This is what Jamie wants.

In front of Zuckerberg, he took out a voice recorder from his pocket and put it on the table.

Zuckerberg looked at the recorder with a panic look on his face.

"Did you record it?"

Jamie raised his hand in a please gesture.

"How about you check it yourself?"

Zuckerberg hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not pick up the recorder.

Because that's not the point.

The point is that he also needs to bet on whether Jamie has another recording pen hidden on his body.

Zuckerberg quickly forced himself to calm down, then looked up at Jamie.

"Illegal recordings cannot be used as evidence."

"Evidence obtained through hacking methods cannot be used as evidence, but this does not prevent them from functioning at all, right?"

Looking at Zuckerberg who was pretending to be calm across from him, Jamie showed off his cards directly:

"Think about the quarterback of the football team who canceled the special recruitment. I saw the video. Even if he didn't play football and didn't go to college, he could still go to the San Fernando Valley to develop. But who would want to expose himself for hacking into his high school's school network? A hacker who was disqualified from Harvard for cheating on his classmates?"

"Those high-tech companies that used to be optimistic about you? Although the things they did privately were even dirtier than this, on the table they were all moral models."

These words directly destroyed the last trace of fantasy in Zuckerberg's heart.

He lowered his head and admitted that he had indeed been impulsive before.

Jamie just shrugged at that.

After a stick, it’s time to give Tianzao.

"Actually, you didn't do anything wrong. At least you did a good job in exposing the quarterback."

Zuckerberg raised his head and looked at Jamie in disbelief.

But when I thought about the relationship between Jamie and Grace, I felt relieved.

"Okay, now let's talk about the WeHouse website. Rebecca told me that you are willing to help us develop this website for free, but I still think you should get some compensation."

“One hundred thousand dollars or a lifetime membership of WeHouse, you can choose either.”

Zuckerberg's eyes suddenly lit up.

One hundred thousand dollars is not a small amount, but in comparison, he is more interested in honorary rewards such as WeHouse lifetime membership.

At this time Jamie reminded again:

"This is not a test of choosing the present or the future. If you are optimistic about the prospects of WeHouse, a lifetime membership is indeed more worth choosing than a hundred thousand dollars, provided that you can guarantee that you can live long enough. After all, accidents and tomorrow, you will always You don’t know which one will come first, and you definitely don’t want your lifetime membership to become an annual or monthly membership, right?”

Zuckerberg's slippered feet were twisting uneasily. He was now a little unsure whether he should accept Jamie's advice.

In the end, Zuckerberg chose a lifetime membership of WeHouse.

After all, being able to live in a rich manor for free once a year is still very tempting to Zuckerberg now.

After negotiating the "remuneration", Jamie began to assign tasks to Zuckerberg.

"I've seen the website you made, and it basically meets my requirements. But this requirement is only for ordinary website developers. For a genius like you, don't you think the functions of this website are too mediocre?"

What Jamie needs is a refreshing experience for users.

Perhaps because he had just been hit hard, Zuckerberg was not able to follow Jamie's thoughts immediately.

Jamie could only enlighten further:

"I know you have developed a music program before, which was rated 3 stars by PC Magazine. Do you know what attracts me most about it? It can learn the user's music listening habits and recommend similar types of music to the user based on this. music."

Only then did Zuckerberg react.

"What do you mean, let me develop a similar algorithm for WeHouse to recommend products of the same type to users based on whether they prefer a manor or a vacation villa?"

And this is not all of Jamie's ambitions.

"What you are talking about is just a preliminary version of the algorithm. I hope that when it is upgraded to an advanced version, its role will no longer be simply to recommend to users, but to influence or even dominate the needs of users, that is, what we push to them, what they push Whatever you like.”

Zuckerberg looked at Jamie with a look of horror.

"You mean...brainwashing?"

Jamie shook his head and said:
"Compared to the word you used, I prefer to call it putting users into 'information cocoon rooms'. There is no doubt that this is definitely the development direction of the Internet in the future. When the network becomes more developed, people will You will become more ignorant!"

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(End of this chapter)