I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

The advancing traffic stopped.

In an instant, Park Jinlong pushed the car door and shook off his slender legs and ran forward. The subordinate who was sitting in the co-pilot did not dare to neglect, so he got out of the car and ran.

"What are you doing with you? Pull the car out of the tunnel!" Park Jinlong was extremely annoyed when he saw the clumsy look of his subordinates.

"That's retrograde..."

"Siba! Get out of the tunnel quickly, don't get blocked, understand!" If in normal times, Park Jinlong has already kicked his subordinates. But today, he didn't have time to kick people, and said a few more words to endure his temper.

The subordinate seemed to understand it, remembered the role of the backup car, stopped and ran back.

Park Jinlong walked around a van blocking his vision and saw the Renault Kanguo tool truck crossed on the road. The back door of the carriage was open and the box containing the bids was gone!

Park Jinlong's heart touched his throat, his face flushed, and he ran to the car that turned over to the ground in a few steps.

"Where's the tender? Where's the tender?" He didn't go to help several colleagues who were trapped in the car, regardless of the patter of rain that wetted his senior suit, and looked around for the tender box.

Out of the college tunnel is the headquarters building of Algeria Airlines. On the side of the building is another street with a lot of traffic, which crosses the road where the tunnel is located. Renault Kango went straight after exiting the tunnel, and a high-speed Citroen Picasso came to the side, crashing into the right front of Renault Kango.

The front of Picasso's car had been smashed to pieces, and a local man with a pale face was sitting in the driving seat.

Renault Kanguo was hit sideways and almost overturned. Fortunately, all four people in the car were wearing seat belts and there was no major problem.

But why would the trunk door be open and the tender box missing?

Park Jinlong was anxious and went round and round.

"Hurry down and help find the tender!" Park Jinlong doesn't care whether the person in the car is injured. At this moment, finding the tender is the most important thing.

He secretly regretted it, prepared a backup car, but did not prepare a backup bid!

Renault Kanguo came up and down two slightly injured Koreans, looking for tenders. The driver couldn't get off, his seat belt was stuck and he couldn't move.

An angry voice came over: "Damn! Chinese, are you Chinese? Do you have a driver's license? Do you understand traffic regulations?"

Park Jinlong glanced irritably there. It was the driver of Citroen Picasso who reacted. He got out of the car and did not check his car. He began to question loudly, but mistakenly regarded Park Jinlong and the Koreans as Chinese.

In the eyes of locals, Chinese, Koreans, and RB people all look the same.

Picasso's driver yelled a few words, but no one paid any attention to him, and his anger became more intense. He didn't bother with the two people trapped on Renault Kanguo, but rushed to Park Jinlong and pushed him:

Park Jinlong was pushed to a stagger and almost fell to the ground. He was already extremely annoyed, and he unceremoniously hit the Picasso driver's face with a punch, and the two scrambled.

"Oh-brother, all brothers, stop! Stop!" The Algerians onlookers hurriedly pulled the two apart, and the strong and physically blocked them between the two, separating the two.

The Picasso driver was caught by someone, cursing.

Park Jinlong was also caught, and punched the car angrily. Where is the tender?

"Hey, Chinese, isn't this yours? A broken box."

Park Jinlong turned and looked over, only to see the red Renault Clio parked sideways on the sidewalk on the sidewalk with its head on the outer wall of the airline building.

A tall and thin man stood beside the car, pointing his head at the front of the car.

Park Jinlong hurried over to check. The moment he saw what was in front of the front of the car, Park Jinlong almost sat on the ground.

I saw that the box containing the bids was pushed against the wall by Renault Creo, and it was torn apart. Several of the bidding folders were broken. A4 papers were scattered on the ground and were drenched by rain.

"Ah -" Park Jinlong screamed and rushed to pick up the paper on the ground. Two other Koreans heard the movement and ran over.

The three scrambled to pick it up, and the enthusiastic local people onlookers helped pick it up.

"Oh, what is this?" Some locals were helping and talking.

"I don't know, it seems to be an important document. Whoops, it's a pity, it's all wet and can't be used..."

"Come here, quickly help pick it up, these Chinese people look very sad..."

Renault Clio’s driver was the most active picking up, and he kept saying thanks: "Thank you for your box, otherwise my car will hit the wall, and your box will help me cushion..."

"Mr. Chinese, I'm so sorry. I was following Renault Kanguo. When it was hit, I had to make an emergency turn. Seeing that it was about to hit the wall, the box suddenly flew over and fell on my car and Between the walls, I have no time to brake..."

Park Jinlong was already sitting in the rain, his eyes blank, and the other two Koreans stood beside him, not knowing what to do.

Most of the bids have been drenched, this set of bids has been abandoned, there is no hope for the port project...

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...

Valerian walked into his office a few minutes earlier than usual.

Today is the day for the submission of tenders for the new port project. This is a major event. Subordinates will handle specific matters. As the chairman and general manager of the port company, Valerian has to take the seat himself.

As always, sitting behind the desk, the first thing is to wait for the secretary to deliver the coffee.

Without this cup of coffee, Valerian couldn't lift up all day.

The secretary opened the door and came in, but there was no coffee in his hand.

"Sir, take a look at this." The secretary held an A4 paper in his hand and handed it to Valerian.

"Well, get the coffee."

This is a printed email with the subject of "Warning! The information system has been compromised, please investigate thoroughly!"

The content of the email introduced the virus situation and consequences in detail, as well as detailed backup and anti-virus steps.

Valerian can only simply use the computer, and can only understand these contents roughly.

He took a sip of coffee and returned the email to the secretary: "Take it to the IT department."

"Sir, I have already shown it to the IT department, and they checked it. It is basically true. Many important information in our system has been stolen, and..."

"And what?" Valerian looked at the secretary in confusion. This new secretary performed well and handled things cleanly. How hesitated today.

"I just received a warning call from the Ministry. The computers of the entire transportation system have to be thoroughly investigated. It is very likely that they are all poisoned. Our port company's situation is the most serious. Therefore, the experts in the Ministry believe that this incident was caused by our port company. of."

Valerian leaned back in the chair, touched his Husband, and said nothing.

The last time someone tapped, was discovered by Chen Ling; now someone is attacking the computer system, probably by the same group of people.

The reason behind this is very clear, and that is the new port project.

"How did the ministry find out about this?" Valerian asked.

"It is said that they also received a warning email with the same content as the one we received."

"Who is the sender, have you found out?"

"Not yet. IT experts say it's hard to find."

"Huh, it's crazy! Follow the arrangement of the ministry." Valerian ordered.

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...

At CS company, Chen Ling, President Li and President Feng were sitting together drinking tea. The tender for the new port project is intact and has been sent to the port company by the marketing manager.

President Li took a sip of Longjing in the cup and said, “Mr. Chen, would it be too serious to hit them with a car? Why not call the police and buckle them up.” Feng also nodded in agreement.

Chen Ling knows Mr. Li's thoughts. They work in CS company, so they are naturally unwilling to mess with too many things.

"Through her channel, Xiaoxiao knew that this special commercial espionage virus was written by Koreans. This Yongdai group is a veteran in this area. This time, I am going to teach them a severe lesson. Hit them with a car, Let them fall into the abyss when they see the hope of victory; then call the police so that they think it’s just a business failure and go to jail.”

"From the day when they did the sneaky thing, they should have thought about the fate of today!" Chen Ling said slowly, lowering his head and reading a text message on his mobile phone.

"Mr. Chen, this is Morris, and I have a Chinese passport for you."

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