That evening, the weekend gift packages at Wenren Sheng's home had all been handed out.
He had just washed up and was about to go to bed when he received a call from Old Zhao.
Old Zhao had seemed rather low-key lately. Well, he had no choice but to be low-key. Under the light of a sun like him, no stars could shine.
After answering, he learned what had happened.
The company had run into a lousy hacker that day, someone messing with its network. It was not a big deal—very small, in fact—but it was like a fishbone stuck in the throat. It did not look deadly, but it was extremely uncomfortable, and if not handled carefully, there was a slight chance it could lead to serious consequences.
This lousy hacker only knew how to browse the internet and play games, yet he was skilled in social engineering. After seeing a Future Recording online, he accepted a task sent by a website to cause trouble for Tianxing Club.
"I see. So they're trying to slowly simmer us over a low flame," Wenren Sheng said thoughtfully.
"What do you mean, slowly simmer?" Old Zhao asked in confusion.
"Nothing. You can think of it as a boring strategy..." Wenren Sheng said vaguely.
The moment he saw this method, his wise brain immediately told him who was behind it.
And with the memories of his previous life, he instantly found a point of comparison.
When facing a powerful and ferocious opponent, one maintained a standoff while continually bleeding it dry and letting it rot, then waited for it to collapse with a crash, rather than relying on direct military suppression.
This was precisely the move Sole Supremacy Society was using against him...
This was what a real-world contest looked like. People truly