Looking seriously at Qiu Xiao Fei, Jiang Yan Hai smiled and said, "Do you think I came here to pile more years onto your sentence for no reason? To sit here and talk with you for so long?"
At that, Jiang Yan Hai paused. Some things were better left for Qiu Xiao Fei to think through himself. Anyone who had reached that level of skill in hacking was not stupid—Qiu Xiao Fei was very intelligent. Too many things had simply suppressed that intelligence.
Qiu Xiao Fei had managed to operate in the United States for so many years, doing nothing but illegal things. The FBI had departments specifically dedicated to dealing with hackers, yet they had never caught him. That alone showed how vastly different his skill as a hacker was from his appearance in real life.
"Y-you need my skills?" Qiu Xiao Fei asked tentatively.
"Yes, we do need your skills. Or, to put it another way, the country can offer you a new job—one that uses your skills, a legitimate job, one that lets you walk openly and honorably before everyone." Jiang Yan Hai looked at him and spoke seriously.
Qiu Xiao Fei's hand trembled. After a long while, he gave a bitter smile. "Can I still walk openly before everyone?"
"That depends on how you choose, not on anyone else," Jiang Yan Hai said as he looked at him.
"Can I know what kind of job it is?" Qiu Xiao Fei raised his head and asked.
"No. You have one day to consider it. Tomorrow, the officer here will bring you back again, and you can give me your answer then," Jiang Yan Hai said calmly.
"I understand." Qiu Xiao Fei nodded, then stood up.
Jiang Yan Hai walked to the door and knocked. Someone immediately pushed