Who would still start a business seriously after being reborn?

Chapter 721 You broke your promise

Avril sneered inwardly, but on the surface she feigned gratitude and concern, saying, "No, Mr. Lin, I can't drag you down with me. You've already had enough..."

As she spoke, she tried to pull her hand away, but Lin Sipeng held it even tighter.

"There's no such thing as being implicated or not." Lin Sipeng looked at her luscious red lips so close to his face and smelled her alluring fragrance. The pent-up emotions of more than a month finally exploded.

He suddenly pulled Avril towards him.

Avril gasped and fell into his arms, embracing his soft, warm body.

Lin Sipeng's brain was instantly overwhelmed by hormones. He lowered his head and kissed those alluring red lips.

"Mr. Lin, no, not here..." Avril pressed her hand against his chest, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over, which only fueled Lin Sipeng's desire to conquer her.

"What are you afraid of? Let them watch as much as they want! Here comes the Eurasian blockbuster!" Lin Sipeng had completely lost his mind. He grabbed Avril and collapsed onto the sofa, his hands starting to wander.

Avril struggled symbolically, whispering in his ear with a tearful voice, "Go, go to the bedroom, okay? There are cameras here..."

"Alright!" Lin Sipeng, panting heavily, scooped Avril up in his arms and staggered towards the bedroom...

On the monitor screen, Waters watched as the bedroom door slammed shut, and a victor's smile finally appeared on his lips.

He knew the fish had taken the bait.

Next, it's time to reap the rewards.

The old Chinese saying is so true: even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman.

Half an hour later, an ambiguous atmosphere filled the bedroom.

Lin Sipeng leaned against the headboard, contentedly picking his teeth with a toothpick, his face beaming with undisguised smugness.

After more than a month of abstinence, he finally felt completely released at this moment. He felt that every pore on his body was open, and even the detectives monitoring him outside the window seemed more pleasing to the eye.

Avril nestled against his shoulder like a docile kitten, her long golden hair cascading down his chest, her fingers tracing subtle circles.

She raised her large, watery blue eyes, with just the right amount of admiration, and asked softly, "Darling, is what you just said true? Are you really willing to cooperate with the FBI for me? Isn't that too dangerous? I don't want you to get hurt because of me."

Her voice was soft and charming, with a slight foreign accent. To Lin Sipeng, it was the most beautiful music in the world.

He waved his hand dismissively and said with great bravado, "Of course it's true! I, Lin Sipeng, am known throughout China for my word being my bond. What is this little risk for you?"

“But…” Avril hesitated, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and said, “What they want is the core technology of the Momo system, and the evidence that you admitted to being instructed by Cheng Yi to attack Windows. That’s tantamount to betraying your company. Don’t you really regret it?”

She carefully observed Lin Sipeng's reaction.

Upon hearing this, Lin Sipeng's face showed a fleeting hint of hesitation, but the warm, soft touch on his shoulder quickly dispelled it.

He hugged Avril tightly, snorted, and said, "What betrayal! That kid Cheng Yi used me as a pawn, making me suffer like this in America. Besides, I'm not going to give them all the core code of the Momo system. I'll only give them a part at most. Once they release me, I'll take you back to China. With my abilities and current fame, I can be a big shot anywhere."

Avril's face was full of emotion. She gave him a kiss and murmured, "You're so good. I knew you were a real man. So, what should we do next?"

Lin Sipeng patted his chest and said, "When the FBI comes later, I'll talk to them. First, get me a computer with internet access, and then give me some time to prepare."

In the afternoon, the two familiar FBI agents came to the door again, but this time, they had smiles on their faces.

“Mr. Lin, you’ve finally come to your senses. I’m so happy for you.” The old detective glanced meaningfully toward the bedroom and smiled.

Lin Sipeng crossed his legs, adopting a negotiating stance, and said, "Enough nonsense. If you want me to cooperate, no problem. Let me state my requirements: First, Avril must stay with me. Second, give me a laptop. I need a few days to organize what you want."

The young detective was about to retort when the older detective stopped him with a look.

The veteran detective smiled broadly and nodded readily, saying, "That's a very reasonable request. The computer will be delivered to you shortly, and Miss Avril will stay with you, of course."

"Alright then, you guys wait and see." Lin Sipeng waved his hand dismissively, signaling them to leave.

The next seven days were the happiest time of Lin Sipeng's life during his house arrest.

The FBI kept their word and delivered a top-of-the-line laptop. The meals were also changed from chicken breast and broccoli to steak and lobster, and there was even Chinese food delivery that he specifically requested.

Drinks are plentiful.

More importantly, Avril was allowed to accompany her throughout the entire process.

She seemed deeply moved by Lin Sipeng's sacrifices for love, and became extremely docile and clingy.

In the morning, accompanied by Avril, he pretended to type on the computer, occasionally even writing some code on the spot.

At noon, he and Avril had a few drinks and flirted a little.

In the afternoon, after they had eaten and warmed themselves, he carried the wild Avril back to the bedroom and began to make up for what he had lost over the past month.

That evening, he started playing Warcraft III.

This lifestyle made him feel like he had returned to the days of revelry and debauchery back home, but even more exciting.

After all, this was done right under the FBI's nose. Tell me, who in the world has ever received this kind of treatment?
He even began to think that being under house arrest wasn't such a bad thing. He had food, drink, beautiful women, and could even outwit the FBI. It was like living the life of a god.

Unbeknownst to him, every action he took on the computer, every conversation he had with Avril, and even every detail of his movements in the bedroom, was being meticulously recorded and analyzed.

The FBI's technical team is working diligently to analyze the code and documents he wrote, while the psychological and behavioral analysis team is assessing the credibility of his demeanor and statements.

These past few days, Avril has been dutifully playing her role, going out of bed to please him and using gentle words to reinforce Lin Sipeng's resolve while seemingly unintentionally extracting more technical information about Momo Group.

On the seventh night, Lin Sipeng felt that the time was almost right, because he was already feeling a bit weak in his back.

He fabricated a document on his computer titled "A Brief Analysis of Some Communication Protocols and Security Modules in the Moc-os System." Most of the content consisted of system architecture material from his emergency training before coming to the United States, and it included some real but not the most critical interface information.

Most of it was fabricated by him.

He saved the document in a specific folder, then put his arm around Avril and said smugly, "Baby, it's done. We'll give this to them tomorrow, and I'll take you away from this hellhole."

Avril nestled in his arms, giggling excitedly, "That's great, darling, you're so amazing! Tonight I'll show you the technique I just learned!"

"Well, let's not rush the technical demonstration. I'm a little unavailable tonight," Lin Sipeng refused on the spot. "Men can have inconvenient times too?" Avril's eyes were full of doubt.

On the morning of the eighth day, Lin Sipeng sat in the living room, looking refreshed, and handed the USB drive containing the document to the FBI agent who came to collect it.

"Here you go," Lin Sipeng said, crossing his legs with an expression that said, "I've done you a huge favor. These are explanations of some key modules. That should be enough to prove my sincerity, right?"

The veteran detective took the USB drive, a satisfied smile on his face, and said, "Mr. Lin is indeed a trustworthy person. We will assess the value of this information as soon as possible. As for your arrangements, some procedures still need to be followed. Please wait patiently for a few more days. During this time, Miss Avril will continue to accompany you."

"Fine." Lin Sipeng adopted an indifferent expression.

The veteran detective, holding the USB drive as if it were some priceless treasure, left the villa with light steps.

Upon returning to the FBI's San Francisco office, he immediately handed the USB drive to the Microsoft technical team, who had been waiting for him.

Waters also personally attended the event, ready to inspect the long-awaited victory.

The chief engineer of the technical team inserted the USB flash drive into the heavily protected computer and eagerly opened the document "A Brief Analysis of Some Communication Protocols and Security Modules in the Moc-os System".

At first, the meeting room was quiet, with only the sound of keyboards and mice clicking.

Several engineers frowned as they carefully read the document.

Waters stood to the side, a hopeful smile on his face.

Just a few minutes later, a senior engineer couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Waters asked immediately.

“This…this handshake process of the communication protocol doesn’t seem logically sound,” the engineer said, pointing to a piece of code. “Look here, it requires the client to send the core key without verification, which completely violates basic security principles.”

Another engineer also noticed the problem, saying, "There's also this so-called security module architecture. The combination of the encryption algorithms described in it is very strange, and some parameter settings can even cause the algorithm itself to fail. This doesn't seem like a solution that a mature operating system would adopt."

"The description of this system call interface does not match the information I obtained from reverse engineering the public version of Momo OS. The discrepancy is huge. This is simply fabrication."

"This pseudocode is also grammatically incorrect."

There have been numerous questions and criticisms.

The technical team leader's expression went from puzzled to serious, and finally turned ashen.

He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and angrily said, "Mr. Waters, we've definitely been tricked! This document is a complete garbage. Apart from some publicly available but irrelevant API information, the core content is entirely fabricated and has no technical value whatsoever!"

"What?" Waters' smile froze instantly. He grabbed the printed portion of the document and looked at the seemingly professional but actually nonsensical descriptions. He was so angry that he trembled all over.

"Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent certain!" the technical lead said decisively. "This was written by an amateur with only a superficial understanding."

"Fuck!" Waters could no longer maintain his composure and slammed the document onto the table.

He felt like a fool, having been played by Lin Sipeng for more than ten days.

What hero can resist the charms of a beautiful woman?

That bastard just enjoyed a free feast of beautiful women and then tried to fob them off with a bunch of junk.

"That bastard!" Waters roared in fury.

……

"boom!"

As evening fell, the villa door was kicked open violently, and several detectives who had been all smiles rushed in.

A young detective even overturned Lin Sipeng's table, splashing soup all over the floor.

"What are you doing?" Lin Sipeng asked, trying to remain calm as he held his wine glass.

"What are you doing?" The old detective sneered, slamming the USB drive onto the coffee table in front of Lin Sipeng, and roared, "Lin Sipeng, how dare you try to fool us with a bunch of garbage?"

At the same time, Avril, who was resting in her bedroom, also ran out upon hearing the noise.

Upon hearing the detective's words, she instantly understood what was going on, and her originally charming face flushed red with anger.

She sacrificed her virtue for the mission, flattering this bastard for a full ten days!
And then he actually...

"Lin! Si! Peng!" Avril shrieked, "You lied to me? You scum! Bastard!"

Throughout his university years, Lin Sipeng honed his thick skin. When he realized his scheme had been exposed, he remained completely calm and immediately jumped up from the sofa, acting like a drama queen.

His face was filled with an expression of utter injustice, more so than Dou E's. Pointing at a group of FBI agents, he shouted with all his might, "Fine, I've already given you the documents. Are you trying to back out in this clumsy way? You bunch of faithless liars, I'll never believe your lies again!"

The FBI agents were stunned by his shameless act of turning the tables.

They had been handling cases for many years and had met all sorts of people, but they had never seen anyone like Lin Sipeng who could lie so blatantly and so self-righteously.

This guy is absolutely a genius.

The veteran detective turned pale with anger, pointing at Lin Sipeng and saying, "You...you..."

"What do you mean, 'you'!" Lin Sipeng retorted angrily, "You really have absolutely no integrity whatsoever."

He turned to Avril, who was fuming, and said with a look of disbelief, "Avril, I really misjudged you. I thought you truly loved me, but I never expected you to be in cahoots with them. I, Lin Sipeng, was blind!"

"Ugh!" Avril almost vomited blood from anger at his words.

She rushed forward to slap Lin Sipeng, but was stopped by the detectives next to her.

Regardless, Lin Sipeng is a personal director of the European Semiconductor Association. Even when beating a dog, one should consider its owner. With the European Semiconductor Association already having such a fierce dispute with them, there's really no need to add any more news.

The recent barrage of trending news has left even professional writers feeling a bit exhausted.

(End of this chapter)