Chapter 10

Tony Stark, who left the public dining area, headed to the public computer area in the library.

In the Stark family's villa on Malibu Beach, there were, of course, computers that could be used, and the performance and configuration were even better. But it was a distance to run back from the university, so it was better to use the public computers on campus.

In this era, personal computers were still expensive luxury items, and after bearing student loans, not many college students could afford them at home.

But this emerging thing would inevitably occupy a pivotal position in the foreseeable future.

With Caltech's vision, it would inevitably cultivate talent in this area with all its might. Then the first step was to let more students come into contact with computers.

And computers, whether it was game-play or the convenience brought by calculation, would naturally attract countless college students to use them. So the public computer area in the library was often full, and sometimes people would line up to wait.

For the young master of the Stark family to use it, of course, he couldn't obediently line up and wait for others to finish using it.

Tony directly found a computer seat that looked pleasing to the eye and walked over. He patted the shoulder of the fatty who was surfing and chatting on the BBS, then threw out a hundred dollars and gave him a look.

The fatty, who was about to turn his head to scold someone, first saw the green banknotes, then saw the person giving the look, and immediately showed a fawning smile, logged out, and got up. He didn't forget to pat the seat to let the temperature on it drop slightly.

Tony Stark at this period hadn't yet developed the cleanliness and eccentric personality he had after becoming the group leader. Or rather, the quirks Tony had in the eyes of others were all forced out by the ill-intentioned people surrounding him.

At this time, he was just a young master who was in school, had a wealthy family, was generous, and loved to play.

People who really know how to play know that those who are invested usually don't have any cleanliness or taboos. It can also be said that it is to break those worldly frameworks, make yourself dirty, and play others until they break; that's interesting.

So Tony Stark at this time not only didn't bring bodyguards, but looked a bit sloppy, unconstrained, and quite a bit of a yuppie. As for the chair that others had sat on, he didn't even think about it and sat down on it.

The fatty who took the money and got up didn't leave directly; he retreated behind this campus celebrity, wanting to see what this man, whose family assets could buy thousands of computers, was going to do.

Seeing Tony Stark log into a certain IP address using the terminal interface, the fatty's eyes lit up.

He recognized that IP address, and because of that, his computer at home was hung by him. Before finding someone to redo the system, he had to use the public computer in the school library to surf the internet and relieve his boredom.

When seeing the bulletin board page that left a deep impression on him, the fatty immediately clapped and exclaimed, shouting: "Whoa, everyone come and see, someone is challenging the clown again."

As soon as he finished speaking, busybodies immediately gathered around, discussing heatedly.

Tony Stark didn't drive people away; he spent some time turning his head to look at the fatty and asked: "Does this BBS have a name?"

"No, it doesn't, sir. This BBS has no name. It's just that after ten minutes, the entire screen will be occupied by the clown virus, so that's what we call it. But aren't you paying attention to the time? You only have ten minutes."

"That's enough." Tony quickly entered commands on the command line.

In this era, personal computers in the DOS environment didn't have the concept of multitasking or opening multiple windows. Whatever program was being used on the screen, only that program could be used.

The first randomly entered review command didn't expect to have any effect. Tony just wanted to see the system's error response to determine what foundation the system behind it was.

After all, error messages had their own characteristics, and there was no unified one. This also gave people some convenience in distinguishing.

Tony saw at a glance that this was the UNIX environment used by old-style large computers. He immediately turned to query the version number and the BBS's architecture program to decide the method of intrusion.

After obtaining all the necessary information, Tony judged that this BBS didn't need to use other programs to intrude. Because there was no restriction on command input, he could directly do things other than input instructions.

At the same time, the fatty who gave up the seat greeted the gathered crowd and said: "Place your bets, place your bets! Let's see if the genius from MIT can become the fourth poster on the BBS, or see the clown."

For a time, the public computer area, which should have been quiet with only the sound of typing, became noisy. There were also many empty seats, because most people ran over to watch the fun behind Tony Stark.

This scene even alarmed the library staff. As soon as they heard that someone was trying to log into the clown BBS, they immediately rushed over to stop it. They didn't care if the person using the machine was a genius or a young master from a wealthy family.

However, the library staff were, of course, blocked by other busybodies on the outermost periphery and couldn't hinder the young master of the Stark family from showing off his power.

...Or rather, making a fool of himself.

Tony's hand speed was fast, even if he hadn't experienced the training of being single. His fingers were as flexible as the best pianist, but the sound he typed out was neither beautiful nor pleasant.

Before long, the BBS message page was cleared, and the screen returned to command input mode. He opened a certain file editing mode and then wrote the intrusion program code to quickly obtain the BBS system's permissions.

Because Tony was fully focused on the screen in front of him, he didn't notice at all that the people behind him were whispering constantly.

"Will he discover it?" "He still hasn't discovered it yet." "No one can discover it the first time." ...

When the screen returned to the BBS message page again, in addition to the existing three lines of messages, Tony Stark left a fourth line of information: This little trick is really nothing to be proud of.

Then he clapped his hands, held his hands flat at his sides, and stood up! As if to welcome the cheers of the crowd.

But the young master's performance didn't receive the cooperation of the crowd; instead, everyone held their breath and stared at the screen.

Suddenly the screen changed! A clown's smiling face composed of pixel art occupied the entire screen. The screen kept refreshing from top to bottom, showing that the system wasn't frozen, but was running.

Just at the moment the clown's smiling face appeared, the crowd truly burst into cheers.

"Whoa~!" "The result is out!" "The clown has conquered Stark!"

Tony looked back at the screen in disbelief and knocked heavily on the keyboard. Unsurprisingly, the keyboard didn't respond at all.

And in the cheers, there was still a discordant voice. The library staff squatted down, held his head, and cursed: "Fuck you, Tony Stark, I have to redo the system again.

"Do you know how troublesome it is to redo a system with management programs on a public computer? You're so rich, go home and mess with your own computer. Why come here to harm me!"

The young master, who hadn't experienced much training, was naturally blushing and embarrassed at this time.

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