Chapter 8

In Wang Wang Shengli's notes, his QQ was logged in again.

After his QQ was logged in again, his computer recovered.

Obviously, the person remotely controlling his QQ was no longer controlling his computer.

But he became even more puzzled.

Being able to remotely control his computer clearly meant the person was very powerful.

But why would the other party steal his QQ?

"Brother Wang, your QQ has been banned," Fang Ze's voice sounded.

Wang Wang Shengli finally came to his senses.

Then he looked closely and saw that his QQ account was indeed banned.

"Sorry, due to your violation, your QQ has been permanently banned. For details, please log in to XXX to check."

"Damn it."

QQ is not something valuable.

But the problem is, that QQ was applied for by him very long ago.

The account number had only six digits, and the digits were top-tier.

Moreover, to level up before, he had always kept his membership active.

Usually, it was a major tool for him to show off online.

After all, a high QQ level represented wealth; on the internet, it could make you superior to others.

Besides that, his QQ had many junior and senior high school classmates on it. With the QQ banned and no other contact methods, it basically meant cutting off contact.

And QQ was also a major helper for his daily work.

Now, even if he reapplied, it would be very troublesome to set up.

As for how big the loss was, actually it wasn't much.

But it really made him feel annoyed.

That feeling was like eating a mouthful of shit.

It wouldn't kill anyone, but it was very disgusting.

……………………

In the rental room.

After confirming Wang Wang Shengli's QQ account was banned.

A smile appeared on Jiang Hao's face.

It could be considered revenge for that guy making him work overtime honestly before.

As for directly killing Wang Wang Shengli or something, his temper wasn't that violent.

So, next was to get money.

He didn't learn hacking skills just to revenge on his former boss.

So, next was to write a program first.

Quickly, an hour passed.

"Done," Jiang Hao smiled slightly.

Looking at the computer screen in front of him.

In Jiang Hao's screen, a strange software icon had already appeared.

This was an advanced program Jiang Hao wrote in an hour. He dared to be sure that, given Earth's current situation, no second person could write such a program.

Afterwards, Jiang Hao opened this program, input some things, and started it.

With the program running, the next second, Jiang Hao's phone notification sound rang nonstop.

He picked up his phone to look.

His account balance was rapidly swelling.

From an initial four digits, it quickly swelled to five, six, seven, eight, and even nine digits.

In less than half a minute, Jiang Hao transformed from an unemployed person who had paid next month's rent but had no money for food into a multi-millionaire.

The extra money in the bank card was transferred by Jiang Hao through the program he just created, from the bank accounts of deceased people worldwide.

As for whether doing this would attract the bank's attention, 491497943, there was no need to worry at all.

This was completely unnecessary to worry about.

As long as Jiang Hao didn't personally go to the bank to withdraw hundreds of thousands or millions in cash or something.

The bank would not discover the changes in his bank account.

Because the program he designed would hide all the information for him.

He could spend these funds without any scruples.

Of course, doing this still carried some risk.

After all, he himself was just an ordinary person. If he suddenly started big spending, once someone with a keen eye investigated him, they could still find something out.

But by the time that happened, either the Devourers had already invaded, or he had already possessed the strength to ignore worldly rules, making it completely unnecessary to care about these things.