The Change Details That Wouldn't Delete

Wang Haifeng was utterly speechless at his wife's behavior. "Men, you know—calling a hostess when singing karaoke, watching livestreams for fun—it's all just for a laugh. I wasn't planning to do anything. Why can't she understand that?"

Feng Jun had nothing to say about that either. This husband and wife pair really was... interesting.

After a long while, he finally asked, "I remember Liaoliao's transaction records can be deleted, right?"

"Transaction records can be deleted, but the change details can't," Wang Haifeng replied with a bitter face.

For the sake of destroying the evidence, he had long since thought through all the details and logic.

"It's basically an account book, always ready to be audited. How can income and expenses be deleted whenever you want? Unless you cancel the payment function... but then all the change details would be gone. Even an idiot would know something was wrong."

Hearing this, Feng Jun laughed heartlessly. "By your logic, uninstalling Liaoliao won't help either. Once it's reinstalled, the records will still show up."

"You're still laughing!" Wang Haifeng glared at him furiously. "If I had any other choice, I wouldn't sell you my phone and SIM card so cheaply."

Feng Jun raised a brow and snapped back, "And selling them to me makes it fine?"

"I'll just say you were playing with my phone a few days ago and I couldn't be bothered asking for it back," Wang Haifeng answered with perfect confidence. "My wife knows we're close. You're single and away from home, so having a bit of a hidden wild side is understandable, right?"

Feng Jun felt rather wronged. "Wouldn't that completely ruin my image?"

"She'll definitely understand." Wang Haifeng sighed and spread his hands helplessly. "If someone else has a hidden wild side, she'll just find it amusing. Men, you know. But if I have one, I'll be in deep trouble."

You make so much sense that I'm somehow left speechless. Feng Jun rubbed his chin. "But... I still feel like there's something wrong here."

He knew Wang Haifeng had two phone numbers. The one ending in three sixes was actually his secondary number; the one ending in four sixes was Coach Wang's main number. Giving him the secondary one was no great loss.

The next moment, he finally realized what was wrong. "How much did you spend, altogether, supporting Douniu streamers?"

"Only... a little over twenty thousand," Wang Haifeng answered gloomily. "And I supported more than ten of them. The one I spent the most on only got a dozen or so rockets, not even ten thousand."

What the hell... Feng Jun rolled his eyes helplessly. "Do I look like the kind of person who can spend twenty or thirty thousand supporting streamers?"

"That's not a problem." Wang Haifeng had clearly considered this already, and his answer came smoothly. "Didn't the news say some people even embezzled public funds to support streamers?"

Feng Jun was nearly angered to death. "So in your eyes, friends are just there to be sold off?"

Wang Haifeng shot him a look and answered righteously, "I'm not selling a friend. I'm asking you to save me in an emergency... I'm selling you the phone and card cheap, and you're getting a huge bargain too, aren't you?"

That was actually true. A name-brand phone released at the end of last year, plus a bomb number—two thousand was truly a steal.

"No." Feng Jun shook his head and refused cleanly. "No money!"

But Wang Haifeng did not buy that. In fact, he had learned quite a bit just now. "The company just rewarded you two thousand, and you got a big commission order too. You..."

Feng Jun shook his head and answered seriously, "None of it has reached my hands yet... Don't tell me you'll pay me after payday. I can't afford it."

Wang Haifeng stood frozen. After a long while, he sighed painfully. "Fine, I'll give it to you... Is that good enough?"

He practically shouted the last five words.

"This isn't about money." Feng Jun still shook his head. "Your calculations are pretty good, but can you guarantee your wife will believe all that?"

Wang Haifeng was immediately at a loss for words. After waiting a moment, he answered resentfully, "Who cares whether she believes it? Giving her an explanation already means I've done everything humanly possible... I really didn't do a damn thing!"

He said it fiercely, but one look at his expression showed that he had no confidence at all.

Account book... vouchers? Feng Jun pondered for a moment before speaking. "How about this? I'll try and see whether I can erase the records for you."

Erase the records? Wang Haifeng gave him a suspicious look. "Not the transaction records, but... the change details?"

Feng Jun nodded speechlessly. Hadn't he made that clear enough?

Wang Haifeng looked at him doubtfully. "I remember neither of your degrees was in computer science?"

"Can't I be self-taught?" Feng Jun rolled his eyes. "With your intelligence, it's hard for you to comprehend my wisdom."

But Wang Haifeng did not quite believe him, so he asked again, "Even if Liaoliao is uninstalled and reinstalled, they still won't show up?"

Feng Jun could not give a definite answer to that. His gaze drifted involuntarily to the mark on his wrist—it had faded somewhat.

Last night, he had run some tests on the Maolin Phone he had just bought.

First, he received some good news: the Maolin Phone could also guide him into the space. His strange encounter had nothing to do with the old phone; it was related to that mysterious Stone Ring.

And since he had entered the space, he naturally had to try some other things. For example... he went to steal vegetables from someone else's farm.

Stealing vegetables was a very peculiar experience. He could enter someone else's farm directly, and it took far less stamina than harvesting grass.

If he had not been bitten by a dog, it would have been even more perfect.

The dog that bit him was raised on Shehui Ni Hongjie's farm. Feng Jun did not know what had possessed him, but when he saw that Sister Hong's ginseng fruits were ripe, he could not resist entering her farm.

In the end, not only did he fail to steal a single ginseng fruit, he was bitten by the dog and lost three gold coins.

What was worse, although the dog had bitten his consciousness—and in the farm's manifestation, it was only a stream of data—he still felt pain. Not ordinary pain, but excruciating pain.

Feng Jun returned to his own farm and rested for quite some time before the pain eased. Then he thought of the gold coins he had lost and wondered whether he could find a way to get them back.

After mulling it over for a long time, he found no way to increase his gold coins. Out of boredom, he took another two coins from the warehouse and buried them in the soil.

In truth, he did not know why he had done it. Only after the coins vanished into the dirt did he realize—My gold coins have been permanently reduced?

Feng Jun did not care much about virtual currency in a game. The lost coins were probably no different from the ones the dog had bitten away. But through that, he discovered something unexpected: to a certain extent, he could alter data within the game.

That was an extraordinary discovery. He ran several more tests afterward, which proved that he could not affect the data on the farm server, but he could influence the data displayed on his own webpage to a limited degree.

The coins in his warehouse were also synchronized with the server, yet after he altered them, he could somehow forcibly affect the server's data. What sort of logic was behind that, he truly could not figure out.

After all, when his coins were bitten away by the dog, they would be added to Sister Hong's wallet. That was how the data remained balanced.

Maybe it was a program bug?

The farm frequently held events that produced many temporary gold coins. Using business management concepts to explain it, that would create idle capital and even losses. The nature of the two should be roughly similar, right?

No matter what, it was a very interesting discovery. Feng Jun had not yet figured out how to profit from it when Wang Haifeng came knocking on his door of his own accord.

In Feng Jun's view, Liaoliao's change details were essentially just an account book. Altering the account book would not affect the balance inside at all; it would neither increase nor decrease. So naturally, he could try deleting the records.

However, even if his idea worked, the deletions would be limited to the phone itself.

If Wang Haifeng's wife uninstalled her husband's Liaoliao and then reinstalled it, Liaoliao would have to download the details from the system again. Then... those deleted records would most likely reappear.

Feng Jun did not dare promise that, but he still looked down on the other man's intelligence. "Are you sick? If the records can be deleted, why would you uninstall Liaoliao? Once this period passes and your wife stops checking, you can delete Liaoliao whenever you want."

"That's true." Wang Haifeng nodded, then suddenly came to his senses. "Hey, I was just asking. If you told me you could hack into Liaoliao's system database, I wouldn't believe you anyway."

Well... that was something he could try next. Feng Jun smiled. "Then shall I try modifying it for you?"

Wang Haifeng had used his Liaoliao balance to top up Douniu Live four times. The first and second payments were both five thousand, while the third and fourth were both ten thousand—he really was rich enough to act on every whim.

The worst part was that the change details clearly stated the money had been topped up to "Douniu Entertainment Co., Ltd." Anyone could see the problem at a glance.

Feng Jun was rather curious. "Why didn't you just use online banking to top up directly?"

"At first, I thought five thousand would be enough. Why make things so troublesome with online banking?" Wang Haifeng replied resentfully. "I figured Liaoliao was linked to my card, so using the balance would be more convenient. Before I knew it, I'd topped up thirty thousand."

Actually, he had been competing with others in the livestream room to show off who had more money. But that childish behavior was rather embarrassing to say aloud, so it was enough for him to know it himself.

"That's good." Feng Jun nodded and let out a long breath. "If you asked me to alter online banking records, I'd definitely cut ties with you."

Wang Haifeng rolled his eyes at him. "You say that as if you could really do it."

"Let me tell you, this is labor-intensive work," Feng Jun said seriously. "If I really can delete them, I'm charging a fee."

"Of course." Wang Haifeng nodded and answered without hesitation.

That was the good thing about Coach Wang. He disliked others taking advantage of him, because that would make him seem like a fool. That was why he had wanted to sell the phone to Feng Jun rather than give it away for free.

But if someone had put in the effort and wanted compensation, he would not be stingy either—It's not like I'm short on money.