"Help me charge five hundred... no, charge eight hundred!" Hao Yunyang's waist was straight, unlike the gray face he had when he was charging for phone calls the previous few times. This time, Hao Yunyang was full of red face, holding his mobile phone with one hand and money with the other. He looked confident and had a bit of a generous temperament. The so-called wine can enhance courage. Judging from Hao Yunyang's side, it seems that this money can also enhance courage.

"You are going to grab the money?" Looking at these eight brand new and continuous RMB, Liu Ming jumped up from the stool, staring at Hao Yunyang with a look of surprise for a while before sighing, "Which bank was you robbed? Why don't you call me? Don't you know I'm a trainee?"

"Snatch you a big-headed ghost." Hao Yunyang rolled his eyes laughingly, leaving behind the eight red banknotes, turned around, and walked towards the dormitory with big strides. From a distance, Hao Yunyang's smile came: "It's still the original number..."

"A fool can make money." Liu Ming stood there in surprise for a long time before sighing lightly and muttering: "The world is becoming increasingly difficult to understand these days. When will it be my turn to make money?"

"It's your turn." Just as Liu Ming sighed and pressed his phone to charge Hao Yunyang for phone bills, a tall man over 1.8 meters tall came into the outside of the convenience store. He was wearing a black suit and a white shirt on his upper body, but he was wearing a pair of ripped jeans on the lower body. The leather shoes were polished with oil, leaving a long flowing hair, covering half of his thin face.

"Huh." Liu Ming, who was lowering his head, raised his head, and when he saw the visitor, he obviously showed a look of surprise on his face. He threw his phone aside, walked around the table and went to the visitor, and gave him a fierce bear hug, punched the tall man in the chest: "Ling Qiu, when did you come back?"

"I just came here to you." The man who was called Ling Qiu by Liu Ming smiled and said, "Come and see how you have been doing in the past few years?"

"Only, open a small shop by yourself and sit down on a creaking stool, then asked, "How are you doing in the exam?"

"Ha." A smile appeared on the man's face, and he slowly spit out two words: "High-end."

"Son, dad is rich!" When he returned to the dormitory room, Hao Yunyang finally became completely unrestrained. He danced his hands in the room like a fool until his arms and legs were sore. Then he barely sat on the bed, took out his cell phone and dialed his son's phone. As soon as the phone was connected, Hao Yunyang spoke directly: "It's all five thousand!"

"Dad, what are you doing with that software?" Hao Zhenhua didn't have the leisure to share Hao Yunyang's somewhat distorted excitement and asked nervously.

It’s okay to be not nervous. That day, Hao Yunyang suddenly hung up the phone. Hao Zhenhua still had a lot of words and didn’t have time to explain. Hao Zhenhua understood the role of this software on Hao Yunyang, and was also worried that Hao Yunyang would do it too outrageously with this software. If it attracted the attention of some people who should not be attracted, and if it threatened Hao Yunyang, let alone changing his fate, even Hao Zhenhua had to submit in time and space fifty years later!

"Uh." After hearing something wrong with his son's tone, Hao Yunyang's excitement slowly calmed down and replied with some trepidation: "Isn't the software you gave me specialized in making LOGOs? What else can I do? Of course, it's a LOGO for others."

"Dad, it's time to do a LOGO." Hao Zhenhua said, "But you have to be careful of restraint and don't act too outrageously, if..."

After expressing his worries all out, Hao Zhenhua said earnestly: "I know your mood at this moment. As a son, I can understand your thoughts, but the so-called long-lasting flow and wealth will not be revealed. Try to restrain yourself as much as possible, safety is the first priority."

"Haha..." When his son said this, Hao Yunyang immediately remembered what he did after getting up in the early morning and in the morning. He suddenly realized it and was a little embarrassed. He could only smile and not speak.

"That software is open source... I probably don't understand it if I told you, so I'll say that." Hao Zhenhua thought about it, trying to find a more understandable word for Hao Yunyang. After half a minute, he said: "The software I gave you is like your safe is not locked and has no password. Anyone can open it and see what it is inside. If someone sees the things inside, not only will you suffer, but I, the son, will be unlucky. Dad, I've said this a little bit, but it does mean that. Can you understand?"

"Yes, understand..." Hao Zhenhua's words were another thunder in the ground for Hao Yunyang, and he was frightened in cold sweat on his back, blurting out: "What should I do now?"

"You restrain yourself from using this software first." Hao Zhenhua thought for a moment after fifty years and gave Hao Yunyang advice: "Generally speaking, a high-quality LOGO can be made in about five hours, but you can make one in four hours. By the way, where are you making LOGOs for people?"

"Well, it seems that he is called Weike. Do you know what Weike is?" Hao Yunyang's heartless temperament was revealed at this moment, and he smiled and said, "I don't know, Dad explains it to you?"

"Weike, I know." Hao Zhenhua's answer made Hao Yunyang feel a little disappointed. Although he is my son, after all, he is not as mature as his son in terms of life experience and social experience. Who made him twenty-five years younger than his own son?!

"There are many group studios producing logos on Weike, with clear division of labor, efficiency and quality..." Hao Zhenhua talked to himself fifty years later, as if he was cleaning up his thinking.

Hao Yunyang couldn't even insert his mouth, so he could only wait anxiously, his eyes glanced at the laptop from time to time, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"I understand!" About three minutes later, Hao Zhenhua on the other end of the phone suddenly shouted, and directly scared Hao Yunyang, who was ecstatic, and jumped up from the edge of the bed.

"Son, what do you know?" Hao Yunyang asked patiently.

"Dad, listen to me." Hao Zhenhua smiled and said, "Last night, I found a computer system that was decades ago for you, but according to the computer configuration you told me last time, it is estimated that it will not work properly. In this way, you should first restrain the speed of making LOGOs and try not to see too many problems. Then, when the money is enough, you will get a computer back and need the most cutting-edge configuration so that I can pass the system to you and you can install it. Then, I will get an encryption binding software for your computer. Except for you, no one else can use it even if someone steals the computer."

"Yeah, then what?" Hao Yunyang breathed a sigh of relief. It was so good to have a son!

"Then, if you find that your computer is stolen, call me and I will tell you the method. As long as the thief dares to connect to the Internet, I can have a way to damage the computer. No one can find any clues! As long as the phone is still there, you don't have to worry about anything else!" His son Hao Zhenhua revealed his confidence when he said this, which made Hao Yunyang sigh again. It's great to have a future son!

"Next." Hao Zhenhua lowered his voice: "You..."

"Oh, then?" Hao Yunyang's eyes shone and he nodded repeatedly.

"Then, you..."

"Uh-huh……"

The father and son hid in the dormitory, and the other stood in the time and space fifty years later, teaching and recording. After Hao Zhenhua said all his thoughts, Hao Yunyang grabbed his hair, and his smile appeared on his face, which was very bright: "Son."

"Um?"

"Have she ever slept with Real Me?"

"..." Hao Zhenhua was stunned for a long time and sighed: "Dad, don't doubt it anymore. I am really your biological child..."
Chapter completed!