The dormitory manager was nowhere to be seen, unusually not sitting at the bottom of the building, and even the little cat had disappeared.
After several days of tidying, the dormitory’s unpleasant smell had significantly diminished. His two dormitory mates were from the hotel’s serving team, and their bodies were sweaty after a day’s work. Fortunately, they were both gaming fanatics who basically went to internet cafes after work. Hao Yunyang had been in the dormitory for four days and had only seen them once, when they came back to change clothes.
Returning to the dormitory and closing the door tightly, pulling the makeshift curtain made from an old bed sheet, turning on the light, Hao Yunyang’s face was filled with anticipation and excitement.
Plugging in the power, turning on the monitor, looking at that folder, Hao Yunyang took a deep, deep breath, his right hand trembling slightly but trying to remain steady, carefully double-clicking the mouse…
“Ga da…” A crisp sound came from the computer’s built-in speakers, and the folder was opened.
“What is this?” After three days of transmission and reception, what was displayed in front of Hao Yunyang were four compressed packages, one of which was named: Fool-Proof LOGO Creation, and the remaining three were simply named with Arabic numerals 123.
Sitting upright on a wooden stool, with a solemn expression, he straightened his back and stared at these four compressed packages for several minutes. Hao Yunyang then let out a long, frustrated sigh and stood up: “How do I use this thing?”
Chapter Seventeen: Software in Hand
Ask Liu Ming? Hao Yunyang wasn’t that foolish.
Although after a few days of contact, Liu Ming, with his carefree personality and tendency to boast, had somewhat endeared himself to Hao Yunyang, and their relationship could barely be considered friendship.
However, friendship aside, Hao Yunyang couldn’t tell anyone, not even his own brother, about using his phone to contact his son! If he let Liu Ming come to help, wouldn’t that be like opening the door and letting someone come in to investigate everything?
Helplessly, Hao Yunyang took out his phone again and dialed his own number, quietly waiting for his son to answer.
