Wang Haifeng was utterly speechless over his wife's behavior. "Men, you know? Hiring a hostess when singing karaoke, watching some livestreams—it's all just for fun. I wasn't planning to do anything. Why can't she understand that?"
Feng Jun had nothing to say either. This husband and wife pair really was... interesting.
Only after a long while did he ask, "I remember ChatChat transaction records can be deleted, right?"
"Transaction records can be deleted, but change details can't," Wang Haifeng answered miserably.
He had long since worked out all the details and logic involved in destroying the evidence.
"It's basically an account book. You always have to be ready for someone to check the accounts. How could income and expenses just be deleted? Unless you cancel the payment function... but then all the change details would be gone. Even an idiot would know something was wrong."
Feng Jun burst out laughing heartlessly. "By that logic, uninstalling ChatChat won't help either. Once it's reinstalled, it'll still show up."
"You're still laughing!" Wang Haifeng glared at him angrily. "If I had any other choice, I wouldn't sell you my phone and SIM card so cheaply."
Feng Jun raised an eyebrow and snapped back, "And selling them to me makes it okay?"
"I'll just say you borrowed my phone to play with a few days ago, and I couldn't be bothered to ask for it back," Wang Haifeng replied righteously. "My wife knows we're close. You're single and away from home, so it's understandable if you're a little secretly horny, 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 is secretly horny, she'll only find it amusing. But if her husband is secretly horny, I'm screwed."
That made so much sense that Feng Jun found himself unable to argue. He rubbed his chin. "But... I still feel like something's wrong here."
He knew Wang Haifeng had two phone numbers. The one ending in three sixes was actually a secondary number. The one ending in four sixes was Coach Wang's primary number, so giving him the secondary one did not really matter.
The next moment, he finally realized what was wrong. "How much did you spend supporting Bullfighting Live streamers?"
"Only... a little over twenty thousand," Wang Haifeng answered gloomily. "And I supported more than ten of them. The most I gave one person was only around ten rockets, less than ten thousand."
For fuck's sake... Feng Jun rolled his eyes helplessly. "Do I look like the kind of guy who could spend twenty or thirty thousand supporting streamers?"
"That's no problem." Wang Haifeng had clearly considered this already, and his response 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 meant to be sold out?"
Wang Haifeng rolled his eyes at him and replied righteously, "I'm not selling out a friend. I'm asking you to help me out in an emergency... I'm selling you the phone and SIM card cheaply, so you're getting a great deal too, aren't you?"
That was actually true. A brand-name phone released at the end of last year, plus a premium number, for two thousand was an absolute bargain.
"No." Feng Jun shook his head and refused decisively. "I don't have money."
Wang Haifeng did not buy it. In fact, he had asked around and learned quite a bit earlier. "The company just gave you two thousand as a bonus, and you got another big commission order. You..."
Feng Jun shook his head and answered seriously, "I haven't received any of it yet... Don't tell me you'll pay me once the wages come in. I can't afford it."
Wang Haifeng stood there blankly. After a long while, he sighed in pain. "Fine, I'll just 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. "You've planned this out nicely, but can you guarantee your wife will believe what you say?"
Wang Haifeng was instantly at a loss for words. After waiting a moment, he answered bitterly, "Who cares whether she believes it? Giving her an explanation is already the best I can do... I really didn't do anything!"
His words were fierce, but one look at his face showed that he had no confidence at all.
Account records... proof? Feng Jun pondered for a moment before speaking. "How about this? I'll see if I can help you erase the records."
Erase the records? Wang Haifeng looked at him suspiciously. "Not the transaction records, but... the change details?"
Feng Jun nodded speechlessly. Hadn't he made himself clear enough?
Wang Haifeng eyed him skeptically. "I remember neither of your degrees was in computer science, right?"
"So what if I taught myself?" Feng Jun rolled his eyes. "With your intelligence, it's hard for you to comprehend my wisdom."
Wang Haifeng still did not quite believe him, so he asked again, "Even if ChatChat is uninstalled and reinstalled, they still won't show up?"
Feng Jun could not give a definite answer to that question. His gaze involuntarily fell on the mark on his wrist—it had faded a little.
Last night, he had run some tests on his newly bought Maolin mobile phone.
First, he received some good news. The Maolin mobile phone could also guide him into that space. His strange encounter had nothing to do with his old phone; it was connected to that mysterious Stone Ring.
Since he had entered the space, he naturally had to try some other things. For example... stealing vegetables from other people's farms.
Stealing vegetables was a wonderfully strange experience. He could enter other people's farms directly, and it took far less stamina than grabbing grass.
It would have been even more perfect if he had not been bitten by a dog.
The dog that bit him was kept on Society's Red Sister's farm. Feng Jun did not know what had possessed him, but when he saw that the Ginseng Fruit on Red Sister's farm had ripened, he could not resist entering her farm.
Not only did he fail to steal a single Ginseng Fruit, he was bitten by a dog and lost three gold coins.
What was worse, although the dog had bitten his consciousness and it was only represented as a stream of data in the farm, he still felt pain—not ordinary pain, but excruciating pain.
Feng Jun returned to his own farm and rested for quite a while before the pain eased. Then he thought of the gold coins he had lost and wondered if there was some way to get them back.
After thinking for a long time, he found no way to increase his gold coins. Out of boredom, he took another two gold coins from the warehouse and buried them in the soil.
He did not actually know why he did that. Only after the coins vanished into the dirt did he realize—My gold coins have permanently decreased?
Feng Jun did not care much about virtual currency in a game. The coins he lost were probably no different from the ones taken when the dog bit him. But from that, he discovered something unexpected: to a certain extent, he could alter data in the game.
That was an extraordinarily significant discovery. He performed several more tests, which proved that he could not affect data on the farm's server, but he could affect the data displayed on his own webpage to a limited extent.
The gold coins in his warehouse were synchronized with the server, yet after he modified them, he could forcibly affect the server's data. He truly could not understand the logic behind it.
After all, if his gold coins were taken by a dog bite, they would be added to Red Sister's wallet. That was how the data stayed balanced.
Maybe it was a program bug?
The farm often held events that produced many temporary gold coins. Explained through business management principles, this would create capital accumulation and even losses. The nature of the two should be more or less the same, right?
In any case, it was a very interesting discovery. Feng Jun had not yet figured out how to use it for profit when Wang Haifeng came knocking.
In his view, ChatChat's change details were essentially just an account book. Altering the account book would not affect the money in it at all; it would neither increase nor decrease. So naturally, he could try deleting the records.
However, even if his idea worked, the contents he could delete would be limited to the phone itself.
If Wang Haifeng's wife uninstalled her husband's ChatChat and reinstalled it, ChatChat would download the details again from the system. Then... those deleted records would most likely reappear.
Feng Jun did not dare make such a promise, but he still looked down on the other man's intelligence. "Are you sick? If the records can be deleted, why would you uninstall ChatChat? Once this blows over and your wife stops checking, you can delete ChatChat whenever you want."
"That's true." Wang Haifeng nodded, then suddenly realized something. "Hey, I was just asking. If you told me you could hack ChatChat's system database, I wouldn't believe you."
Well... that was something he could try next. Feng Jun smiled. "Then shall I try modifying it for you?"
Wang Haifeng had used his ChatChat balance to top up Bullfighting 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 and willful.
The most troublesome part was that the change details clearly stated that the money had been topped up to "Bullfighting Entertainment Co., Ltd." Anyone could tell at a glance that something was wrong.
Feng Jun was rather curious. "Why didn't you just top up with online banking?"
"At first, I thought five thousand would be enough. Why bother with online banking?" Wang Haifeng answered bitterly. "I figured ChatChat was linked to my card anyway, so using the balance would be more convenient. Before I knew it, I'd topped up thirty thousand."
He had actually been competing with others in the livestream room to show off his wealth, but that childish behavior was too embarrassing to mention. It was enough that he knew.
"That's good." Feng Jun nodded and let out a long breath. "If you asked me to modify online banking records, I'd definitely cut ties with you."
Wang Haifeng rolled his eyes. "You make it sound like you could really do it."
"Let me tell you, this is physical work," Feng Jun said seriously. "If I can really delete it, I'm charging you."
"Of course." Wang Haifeng nodded and answered decisively.
That was what was good about Coach Wang. He did not like people taking advantage of him, because that would make him look foolish. That was why he had wanted to sell the phone to Feng Jun rather than give it away for free.
But if someone put in effort and wanted compensation, he would not be stingy either—he was not short of money.
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