The Favored Heiress-Chapter 38 - Found the Big Shot’s Phone Number
Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Found the Big Shot’s Phone Number
Chapter 38 -38: Found the Big Shot’s Phone Number
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Li Qiao, carrying her jacket, returned to the bedroom on the third floor and pushed the door open irritably, then kicked it shut with her leg.
One day, she would figure out the ins and outs of this arranged marriage!
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At ten o’clock at night, after a shower, Li Qiao sat in front of her computer desk, drying her hair.
She looked at the laptop on the table, then threw down the towel and turned on the computer.
She first logged into the external network emulator, then entered the server-side account and password.
A few seconds later, a pure black popup window appeared.
Li Qiao hesitated for a moment, then grabbed her phone and found Liuyun’s mobile number.
She entered the number into the page, followed by typing a few lines of code.
After hitting Enter, the screen flickered slightly, and soon the page displayed the contact list of the other party.
In short, Li Qiao rarely took the initiative to do something herself and copied Liuyun’s contact list through the positioning system and mobile number. freewebnσvel.cѳm
Her actions were quick, bold, and she made no attempt to hide her traces.
Liuyun’s contact list wasn’t long, less than a hundred people.
Li Qiao didn’t scroll down the page, her gaze fixed directly on the first nickname in the contact list.
Ah·Big Boss
Her intuition told her this was Shang Yu’s phone number.
Li Qiao tapped the edge of her computer lightly with her fingertips and clicked on the nickname.
An eleven-digit number, with the last ten digits all being consecutive numbers.
Indeed, it matched the style of a big boss.
Li Qiao entered the number into her own phone and had just saved it when her computer screen suddenly went black.
“Tsk, they found out so quickly?”
Li Qiao murmured nonchalantly and then directly called Li Shaoquan, “Handle the IP address and operation trails of my computer.”
Li Shaoquan exhaled smoke and asked with a not-surprised laugh, “What did you do this time?”
“Copied a contact list,” Li Qiao replied languidly.
Li Shaoquan smacked his tongue, took a sip of water, and asked, “You weren’t discovered, were you?”
“I was discovered,” Li Qiao replied, glancing at her flickering computer screen and then adding, “Oh, I logged into the tracker using your account.”
Li Shaoquan nearly cursed out loud.
But before he could vent his irritation, his phone suddenly displayed an incoming transaction message, three million.
Li Shaoquan immediately smiled obsequiously, “Rest assured, daddy, such a small matter is something I can handle.”
Li Qiao hummed lazily in response, hung up the phone, then turned and lay on the bed.
She opened the page and began searching for Shang Yu’s WeChat ID.
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Meanwhile, under the dense night sky, located near South Sea Mountain, the South Sea Mansion shone like a beacon among the majestic mountains.
This was Shang Yu’s private residence, and he held the usage rights to the entire South Sea Mountain.
At that moment, in the private garden outside the Mansion, Liuyun was sitting in front of a marble carved table and chairs, watching Zhui Feng rapidly typing on the keyboard.
He couldn’t help but urge, “Are you capable or not?”
Hearing this, Zhui Feng took offense, his fingers stopped on the keyboard, and he gave Liuyun a sideways glance, nudging his chin towards the computer, “Why don’t you try!”
Liuyun kicked him unceremoniously, “If I knew tracking technology, would I need you wasting time here?”
“Then shut your trap for your daddy!” Zhui Feng retorted irritably, resumed operating the computer, and continued to mutter disdainfully, “What kind of useless creature are you?
Even your phone contacts have been hijacked.
If I hadn’t noticed quickly, you’d already be dead.”
Although Zhui Feng was a wastrel, his computer skills were absolutely top-notch.
Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea merchant, had four major aides, each with their own skills, and all were one in a million.
At this time, after being repeatedly mocked by Zhui Feng, Liuyun got a bit impatient and lit a cigarette, “Cut the crap, can you track it or not?
If not, I’ll call Wang Yue and have someone from the Hacker Alliance take a shot at it!”
