Chapter 40 third quarter

As soon as the fourth class was over, Tomohiko headed to the office immediately.It is said to be an office, but in fact there is no signboard. It is just filled by one of the old buildings.For Tomohiko, this place holds various memories.When he first came here, he never dreamed that he would come and go here so frequently. Come to three.In front of the door of the fourth room, he took out the key to open the door.As soon as he entered the door was the kitchen, and Kirihara was sitting facing the counter. "It's early." He turned to Tomohiko and said. "Come right after class." Tomohiko replied while taking off his shoes, "The standing noodle shop is full, so we can't get in."

There is a personal computer on the counter, which is NEC's PC8001, and the text is arranged on the green screen: "Today is fine, hello, I am Taro Yamada..." "Word processing system?" Tomohiko asked standing behind Kirihara. "Yes, the chip and software have been delivered." Kirihara tapped the keyboard deftly with both hands. He tapped the letter keys, but the screen displayed Japanese hiragana.Press UMA, "ラギ" appears.Then, Kirihara pressed the space bar.As a result, the disk drive connected to the computer made a clicking sound, and the Chinese characters "horse" and "wu" appeared in the lower right corner of the screen, with numbers 1 and 2 respectively encoded on them.Kirihara pressed the number key 1, the hard disk beeped again, and the hiragana of "ラギ" changed to the Chinese character "horse".Then he entered "レガ" and transformed it into the Chinese character "鹿" in the same way, and finally completed the word "红鹿" (stupid).It took nearly ten seconds before and after.

Tomohiko couldn't help but smile bitterly. "It's definitely faster to write by hand." "This method is to import the system into the disk, and then recall it every time it is changed. Of course, it takes a lot of time. If the entire system is imported into the memory, the speed will be several times faster, but this computer can only do so at best. Having said that , the disk is still very powerful." "Will it be the world of disks in the future?" "certainly." Tomohiko nodded, turning his gaze to the disk drive.In the past, most of the reading and writing programs used cassettes as the medium, but it was too time-consuming and the capacity was small.If the disk is used instead, the speed and memory capacity are not the same.

"The problem is in the software." Kirihara said. Tomohiko nodded again, and picked up the 5.25-inch disk on the table.He knew exactly what Tong Yuan was thinking.When they did mail-order computer game programs, the response was amazing.One day, the remittance order suddenly arrived like a snowflake, and it was all the money for ordering game software.Kirihara's prediction that "it will definitely be a hit" has come true.In the next period of time, the sales were excellent, and it can be said that they made a lot of money.But later, it gradually encountered bottlenecks.On the one hand, the increase in competitors is mainly due to copyright.In the past, pirated copies of popular software such as "Space Invaders" could be advertised and sold openly, but recently there are signs that this can no longer be done freely, as the government begins to crack down on copying software.In fact, several companies have been sued, and Tomohiko’s “company” has also received a warning letter.

Kirihara's prediction on this is: "If there is a lawsuit, they will probably rule that the copying process is illegal." The best proof is 198.In 1999, the United States revised the Copyright Law, which clearly stipulates: "The program is the creative expression of the author's personal academic thought, and is a work." If copying programs cannot be sold publicly, the only way to survive on this road is to develop programs by yourself.However, Tomohiko has neither capital nor technology. "By the way, this is for you." Kirihara said as if suddenly remembering, and took out the envelope from his pocket.

Tomohiko took the envelope and took a look, and there were eight ten-thousand-dollar banknotes inside. "Today's reward, your share." Tomohiko dropped the envelope and stuffed the bill into his jeans pocket. "Well, what are we going to do next?" "what?" "that is……" "Card?" "Ok." "This," Kirihara folded his hands on his chest, "if you want to use that hand to make a fortune, you'd better do it as soon as possible. If you procrastinate, they will take preventive measures." "Prevention measures... password real-time authentication system?"

"right." "However, the cost of doing that is too high, and most financial institutions are not interested..." "Did you think we were the only ones who discovered the debit card defect? ​​Before long, people all over the country will be doing what we do today. By then, no matter how cheap the bank is, it will have to be replaced immediately, regardless of the cost." "Oh..." Tomohiko sighed. The so-called password real-time authentication system means that the cardholder's password is not directly stored in the debit card, but is recorded in the main computer of the bank.Whenever the cardholder uses the card, the automatic teller machine will inquire whether the password is correct to the host one by one.Therefore, the counterfeit cards they make are useless.

"It would be dangerous if things like today are repeated many times. Even if we can pass the surveillance camera, we don't know where we will show our feet." Kirihara said. "And if there's an inexplicable shortage in the bank, anyone will call the police." "The point is, it's best not to be discovered even if you use a fake card." Just as Kirihara was saying this, the doorbell at the entrance rang, and the two looked at each other. "Namie?" Tomohiko said. "She probably won't come today, and besides, she hasn't got off work yet." Tong Yuan looked at the clock wondering, "Forget it, you go and open the door."

Tomohiko stood behind the door, watching the situation outside through the peephole.Standing outside the door was a man in gray overalls, about thirty years old. "What's the matter?" "Exhaust fan is checked regularly." The man said blankly. "Now?" The man nodded silently.Tomohiko thought, this person's attitude is really cold.He closed the door first, removed the chain, and opened the door again. Suddenly there were two more men outside the door—a big man in a dark blue coat and a young man in a green suit stood in front, and the man in overalls stepped back to hold the line.Tomohiko immediately sensed the danger and wanted to close the door, but was blocked by a big man.

"excuse me." "What's the matter with you?" Tomohiko asked, but the man squeezed in without saying a word.The broad shoulders frightened Tomohiko, and his clothes smelled of citrus. After the big man came a young man in a green suit with a scar next to his right eyebrow. Kirihara was still sitting on the chair, looking up at the intruder. "Which one?" The big man still didn't answer, he walked straight into the room with his shoes on and looked around, then pulled away the chair that Tomohiko was sitting on just now and sat down. "Where's Namie?" the man asked Kirihara.There was a cruel light in his eyes, and his jet-black hair was brushed back against his scalp.

"I don't know." Tong Yuan tilted his head, "Who are you?" "Where is Namie?" "I don't know, what can I do with her?" The man still turned a deaf ear to Kirihara's question, and winked at the man in the green suit.The young man walked into the inner room wearing shoes.The big man moved his eyes to the computer on the counter, raised his chin, and stared at the screen. "What is this?" he asked. "Japanese word processing system." Kirihara replied. "Hmph," the man seemed to lose interest immediately, and looked around the room again, "Is this job making money?" "As long as you know how to play tricks." Kirihara replied. The man shrugged and laughed softly. "It seems that the little brother doesn't quite understand, does he?" Kirihara looked towards Tomohiko, who was also looking at him. The young man inside was rummaging through the contents of the cardboard boxes. That room was a warehouse. "May I ask Miss Nishiguchi for something?" Kirihara said Namijiang's surname, "Can I ask you to come back on Saturday or Sunday? She won't come on non-holidays." "I know that." The man took out a pack of Dunhill cigarettes from the inside pocket of his coat, took one from his mouth, and lit it with a lighter of the same brand. "Did Namijiang contact you?" the man asked after puffing out a cigarette. "Not yet today, what do you want to tell her?" Tong Yuan said. "No need." The man gestured to shake the cigarette ash on the dining table, but Tong Yuan quickly stretched out his left hand, ready to catch it.The man raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" "There are a lot of electronic devices here, please be careful of the soot." "Then get out the ashtray." "No." "Oh," the corner of the man's mouth twitched, "Well, I'll use this." He said, shaking the cigarette ash in Kirihara's palm. Kirihara remained unmoved, as if he was displeased by the man. "Your ashtray is not bad." As he spoke, he directly put out the cigarette in Kirihara's palm. Tomohiko could see that Kirihara's muscles were tense, but his expression didn't change much, and he didn't make a sound.He just stretched out his left hand and stared at the man. "You're showing that you're kind, huh?" "no." "Suzuki," the man called inside, "what did you find?" "No, nothing." The young man named Suzuki replied. "Hmm..." The man put the cigarette case and lighter back into his pocket, picked up the ballpoint pen on the table, and wrote something on the edge of the open word processing software instruction manual. "If Namijiang contacts you, call here and say it's an electrical appliance store." "May I ask your surname?" Kirihara asked. "Knowing my name is useless to you." The man stood up. "What if we don't call you?" The man smiled and exhaled air through his nose. "Why don't you fight? What good will it do you?" "Miss Nishiguchi may tell us not to contact you." "Listen up, little brother," the man pointed at Kirihara's chest, "If you don't contact me, it will be of no benefit to you; but if you don't contact me, I will guarantee you a loss, and it may be a loss that you will regret for the rest of your life. So what should you do?" Do, you know very well." Kirihara stared at the man's face for a while, then nodded slightly. "Oh." "That's good, little brother is not a fool." The man winked at Suzuki, who walked out of the room.The man took out his wallet and handed Tomohiko two ten-thousand-dollar bills. "The treatment fee for burns." Tomohiko silently accepted, his fingertips trembling.The man must have seen this in his eyes and sneered contemptuously. As soon as the two left, Tomohiko locked the door, fastened the chain, and looked back at Kirihara. "How are you?" Kirihara didn't answer, walked into the inner room and opened the curtains. Tomohiko also walked up to him and looked down from the window.A dark Mercedes-Benz was parked on the side of the road in front of the apartment.After a while, the three appeared.The big man and the young man named Suzuki got into the back seat, and the man in overalls drove the car. Seeing the Mercedes-Benz start, Kirihara said, "Call Namie." Tomohiko nodded, and used the phone in the kitchen to call Namie Nishiguchi's house, but no one answered.He put down the receiver and shook his head. "If she was at home, those people wouldn't come here," Kirihara said. "That wouldn't be in the bank, would it?" Tomohiko said.Namijiang's official workplace is the Showa branch of Dato Bank. "Maybe I'm on leave." Tong Yuan opened the small refrigerator, took out the ice maker box, knocked the ice into the sink, and held a piece with his left hand. "Does your burn matter?" "fine." "Who are these people? They look like hooligans." "pretty close." "How could Namijiang provoke these people..." "God knows." After the first ice cube melted in his hand, Kirihara held another piece, "You go home first, and I'll contact you if I have any news." "What about you? What are your plans?" "I'm staying here tonight, and Namijiang may call." "Then I also—" "You go home." Kirihara said immediately, "The accomplices of these people may be watching here. If we both stay here, they will be suspicious." indeed so.Tomohiko gave up his mind and decided to go home. "Could something be wrong with the bank?" "God knows." Kirihara touched the burn on his left hand with his right hand, which may have caused severe pain, and his face twisted in pain.