please make money

Listen to what the other side said, is he going to empower himself, or he needs to open up a new track, change the way the industry plays, and directly overtake Siam in a corner.

"Miss Ai, nice to meet you."

"Hello, hello... I have seen your ID, so what is your department looking for me?"

"I'm here—er, who is this?"

He pointed to An Lele next to Alia, who was staring at the intelligence chief, trying to kill him with his eyes.

"This is my sister, it's not important, let's talk about it."

"Oh, well... That's it, Miss Ai, we want to extradite a few people from you."

"Extradition?" Aliya was curious about the other party's words: "Who? I know that my bodyguard was a military defense contractor before. Maybe I have a little misunderstanding with you. I have had in-depth exchanges on the physical level, but their security operations It was official permission, all in self-defense, we didn't fire the first shot."

……should not?

The head of intelligence nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, we all know this, but they are not the ones we want to extradite."

So can you change the word, your extradition sounds weird, Aliya raised her teacup: "Who is that? Could it be me?"

"No, he is a very dangerous person. His name is Ai Lijing. He should be related to you, Miss Ai, right? We want to ask him to assist in the investigation."

"puff--"

Aliya took a sip of tea and squirted it aside, she never thought that it was Sister Jing who alarmed the boss in charge of the official intelligence in Siam to ask for someone in person.

"Did you make a mistake?"

"No, no, Mr. Ai has a hacker team under his command, which was suspected of invading our banking system before."

The person in charge of intelligence said so, so and so, and told what happened.

During the Siamese financial defense war before, the Siamese official turned the table halfway, directly forcing the bank to provide the customer information of the international hot money.

The reason why international hot money is called hot money instead of the United Army is because they also make money secretly and stealthily. There are countless vests and trading agencies. Siam officials directly buy bottoms from bank customer information, which is already very bad. Let's talk about Wude.

But in comparison, there is a group of people who don't talk about martial arts - certain Internet security teams directly invaded the servers of those guys.

There is a school of international hot money, which is good at quantifying high-frequency trading. It was directly kicked out of breath by a heart-warming foot, and it was the first to be eliminated from the technical level.

It stands to reason that this place is still a friendly army, but some security teams launched a ruthless attack on the bank, and the six relatives would be crazy if they didn't recognize it.

The reason why the sage couldn't make a move before was because he had time to think about the mysteries of the universe and the meaning of human existence. After finishing his work, he regained his interest and came to find Alia.

It stands to reason that hackers are not so easy to expose, people have a lot of ways to hide themselves, but what if some guys don't want to hide at all?

Aliya looked back at Sister Jing blankly, what kind of horrible self-explosive bombers are those friends of yours?

To crack other people's system, you need to make a video to inform the world, and you have set up their high-frequency trading quantitative fund, and you still leave your business card?

The person in charge said that he didn't want to arrest them, but mainly wanted to recruit them, and hoped that Alia could bear the pain and give up.

What can Alicia say?It can only be to protect people first: "Did they cause any damage?"

"There is no such thing, but... Miss Ai, please hand over the person to us first."

Aliya was so stupid that she handed her over to him. Is it possible that the other party was hiding something?

He said that he wanted Sister Jing, but his body was clearly aimed at those friends of Sister Jing.

Aliya pulled sister Jing aside and lowered her voice: "What the hell are you doing?"

"I was going to tell you about this, sister." Sister Jing also lowered her voice: "They did do this before, and got some strange things."

"How strange?"

"Some local state capitals in Siam are involved in major cases, such as smuggling, underground banks, and human trafficking records."

"...where did you get it?"

"In the banking system, there are several banks on their side that are tied to local state capitals, and then—"

Aliya thought to herself that no wonder the other party came to ask for someone...

If he hadn't been lucky enough to do something bad and made a big fuss, and was feared by the other party, he would have killed himself with eight bullets in the back.

She was silent for a few seconds, and poked Sister Jing's head: "Sooner or later, you will kill me—all your friends are in the hotel?"

"Three of them are not here. They were in the three southern Thai prefectures before. They said they would come over, but there was another fight over there. The road was very chaotic and they couldn't come."

"Immediately apply for visas for them and send them to the country. Have you physically preserved those data?"

"Yes, here!" Sister Jing took out a CD: "It's all in there."

Aliya took the CD: "Let them not mess around during this period of time, and stop doing these things, or even I won't be able to keep them."

"Sister, what are you going to do?"

"What should I do? Of course it is a real-name report, otherwise?"

Aliya turned around and grabbed the person in charge of the intelligence department, looked at the smirk on his face, and slapped the CD in his hand without hesitation.

"Sir, we found evidence that some guys broke the law. I am a law-abiding businessman. I don't like these things the most. I want to report them to you with my real name!"

"...???"

288-Caught a big fish

Alia is a very salty person. Her biggest dream in this life is to do nothing and enjoy life.

But sometimes, certain people and certain things have to be taken care of by someone who can't let it go-like now.

However, the management is managed, but not fully managed, at least it is different from the perception of most people.

The head of intelligence looked at the CD in his hand and felt the urge to MMP.

what does she mean?

what do i mean?

The two looked at each other, and the intelligence officer even saw the beauty of clarity and innocence in each other's eyes.

...Could it be that her so-called report is serious?

"Well, Miss Ai, what I want to say is - this kind of behavior has its own problems."

"Really? They won't do it again."

"...Now we also need to cooperate with our investigation."

The person in charge of intelligence took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, that is to say, is it possible, we have to negotiate the conditions first, and then you reluctantly give me this?

Or there is some other process in the middle, such as hiding, chasing, speeding, gunfights or even amnesia, and then jumping down from the top of a certain building along the sloping wall.

Well, then insurance companies all over the world refuse to insure you again, and list this dangerous action as a stunt in the world's XX biggest movie history.

Aliya said baa yo, baa baa, you take it and leave quickly.

The person in charge of intelligence was 'gifted' out, completely stupefied, and had almost reached the street before realizing that it was an extremely wonderful dumping.

There is an old saying that goes well, if you don't fight, you can't compete with it.

The other party is not going to use these things to negotiate terms and exchange any benefits at all, and will serve you the hot potato together.

You eat it, I don't care - but the problem is that the other party can continue to produce hot potatoes!You don't care but others care about you!

After getting into the car, the subordinate of the intelligence officer came over: "Director, is she really unwilling to hand over someone? But it doesn't matter! This is just the first step!"

The subordinate stretched out his hand and clenched his fist: "If you ask her to directly ask for her younger brother, then she will definitely not give it. I will change my identity later and ask for her younger brother's subordinates. After weighing the pros and cons, she will feel that I should give it to a few people." It would be more appropriate to block our mouths, so that she won't know that what we want is neither her brother nor those geniuses, but the black account in their hands, I—what is this?"

The person in charge of intelligence pressed the CD on his face: "You want a black account."

"……what?"

"She reported to me the... black account in this black account with her real name. My current identity is the person in charge of the intelligence agency, not the person who negotiated with her."

The subordinate opened his mouth again: "Ah??"

It took a truckload of bread men 10 minutes to figure out that this stuff was real, and so was what Aaliyah was doing.

Black accounts are very important, and benefits are also very important, but it seems that to Alia, these are not more important.

The head of intelligence drove away from the hotel where Alia was staying, which was protected by a whole mechanized infantry battalion, and returned to the agency, lighting a half pack of cigarettes before recovering.

It's very strange, I haven't encountered this kind of game in the industry before. When everyone is paying attention to the pain points of users, the other party has already opened up a new track.

Is it possible that these black accounts were used by me to blackmail those local tyrants, rather than because I didn't know that enthusiastic citizens needed to report them?

But the problem is that people really reported it—you don’t care—if you don’t care, you will also send a copy to the Grand Palace, and the princess doesn’t care?

With just such a move, the person in charge of intelligence found that his previous black material that could tell other people's shit suddenly became a backlog of inventory.

Don't be too dumb, if someone goes down with a fork, everything will be pierced...

"No, Chief, then we can still mess with her! It's against the law for her subordinates to spy on our bank data!"

"..." The director glanced at this subordinate who couldn't tell the seriousness of the problem, touched the cigarette case, and found that there were only the last two cigarettes left.

He kept one for himself and gave one to the other party: "Come on, sit... How long have you been in this business?"

The subordinate took it over with trepidation: "I have been employed for two and a half years, and I just became a regular trainee."

"Two and a half years—I ask you, is it more important, money or Alia."

"Of course money is important!" The subordinate slapped his thigh, didn't he do this business just to make money!

"No, think again." The person in charge of intelligence lit a cigarette for the other party, and the latter quickly put his hands together to block the wind.

"Could it be...Alia?" One of the subordinates took a deep breath, thoughtfully: "Indeed, I heard that the Grand Palace also values ​​her very much, and it seems to be related to economic cooperation."

"It's not right." The intelligence chief picked up the ashtray and weighed it in his hand: "Money and Alia are not important, but compared to them, it is more important for us to live by ourselves."

"...survive?"

"You have been here for two and a half years. What have we done in these two and a half years?"

"We are responsible for the security affairs intelligence in Siam!"

"Then what is this?" The intelligence chief picked up the CD in hand.

"Black account—eh?" The subordinate who realized it later suddenly widened his eyes: "This—"

The agency in charge of domestic intelligence and security affairs has suppressed countless black materials and covered up countless black accounts in two and a half years.

If you take care of it, you will be against those people who paid the protection fee before, and you will turn the table if you don’t do anything after collecting money.

If you don’t care—then what have you been doing for the past two and a half years?Singing and dancing rap and flipping through it every day, who is not a little blackie?

Now who cares about Alia, who still arrests her, everyone should be thankful that she can ignore this matter without flipping the table.

"There is another way, that is, if you get rid of the person who raised the problem, the problem will be solved naturally."

The intelligence chief handed over the ashtray in his hand: "Take this, knock her head off, go."

"I, I... here... she has a red beret over there... a whole battalion..."

"boom----"

The head of intelligence directly put the ashtray in his hand on the opponent's head, and his suppressed emotions exploded.

"Then you talked so much nonsense to me just now! You dare not kill her whole family, is it useful to say this here? Huh? She is going to kill my whole family!!"

Perhaps in the eyes of the head of intelligence, Aliya is too(TM)ambitious, too witty, too all-witted.

She used the most appropriate way to break the game. Everyone else was playing chess, so she directly summoned her right hand to attack the chess player on the opposite side.

But Alia actually didn't put so much thought into it, she just wanted to be a good person, a law-abiding good person.

So you see, sincerity is the greatest nirvana, and Aliya named this trick love is infinite.

Soon, very soon, the intelligence agency was attacked, and the call from the Grand Palace made the head of intelligence go to report his duties in a cold sweat.

On Aliya's side, she made several copies of the same information and handed it over to different departments and people.

Not to mention Counselor Zhang of the Economic and Commercial Office, even the lace tabloid office at the door got a copy. Apart from technical skills, this thing is just CD money.

When the evil sword manuals are published in batches, the involuntary rivers and lakes are equivalent to no such thing, and the gray area of ​​Siam is the same.

After doing all this, Aliya has time to turn her head and clean up her stinky sister——

"...Sister, I was wrong."

"Kneel down!" Aliya ignored him and hit him on the back with a broom: "You are not wrong, you are all right, I was wrong, I should not have let you come here."

"Sister, I was really wrong." Sister Jing pinched her ear and knelt in front of Guan Erye for several minutes, feeling aggrieved: "I didn't expect them to make such a big deal..."