We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

1:50 PM.

Wang Junhua and his two companions, who had been working tirelessly for three hours in the Starry Sky Soft Club guest room on the sixteenth floor, sat on the sofa. Each of them held a disposable paper cup in their palm. The hot tea had already been changed twice, and the yellowish tea stalks had sunk to the bottom of the cups. Wang Junhua turned on his phone screen, and the white light from the screen shone on the bridge of his nose. The battery indicator in the upper right corner jumped twice, and the time was set at 1:58. He put away his phone and straightened the creases of his suit jacket.

It's exactly 2 o'clock.

Footsteps came from outside the frosted glass door of the reception room, the hinges clicked softly, and the door was pushed open inward.

"Mr. Wang, thank you for waiting. This is Ye Chen, the founder of Xingchen Software."

Chen Wei stepped aside, making a gesture with his right hand.

Wang Junhua, Li Ming, and Lao Zhou stood up straight as if by reflex, their eyes all turning towards the doorway.

The young man who stepped in was well-proportioned, wearing a pure white hooded sweatshirt, dark blue straight-leg jeans, and dust-free flat sneakers. His bangs had just been cut, revealing his neat brow bone, and his chin still had a youthful innocence. He exuded the air of a college student in an early morning class.

Wang Junhua's outstretched hand froze in place.

In the morning, Chen Wei greeted him, saying that the big boss was still in college. Wang Junhua had prepared a mental draft, originally conceived as a 25 or 26-year-old tech fanatic who had spent seven or eight years in a national key laboratory working with his doctoral supervisor, studying the underlying kernel and working until his eyes were bloodshot.

The young people who entered looked like they had only been at the university for a few days.

Li Ming turned his head and glanced at Chief Architect Lao Zhou beside him. The tense wariness that had been in their eyes dissipated most of its intensity with this eye contact.

At the age of eighteen, having only taken a month of advanced mathematics in his freshman year, how many lines of driver code could he have written? Xingchen Software rented an entire floor of Grade A office space in the heart of Shanghai, directly managing a row of blade server racks in its server room, and running a dedicated 100 Mbps fiber optic backbone network. Burning through real money every month, this behavior clearly shows that a wealthy young master from a well-off family is using tens of millions of hot money to dabble in this business.

As for the permission-free silent installation that caused a stir in the Android developer community on Star Market, it was mostly hacker code that was bought out from overseas geeks at a high price. The real mastermind didn't even bother to show up in this room.

Having grasped this point, Wang Junhua's downturned lips curled into a smile again. He strode forward, offering his palm to the other person:

"President Ye, you are young and promising. The Star Market, which shook the entire Android industry last night, is led by someone who is so young."

Ye Chen met Wang Junhua's gaze, reached out and clenched his fist in the other's palm, then pulled out the armchair and sat down.

"Mr. Wang, you must have come all the way from Yanjing. Please sit down and let's talk."

The three of them sat back down, and Wang Junhua gave Lao Zhou, who was to his left, a wink.

Seeing this, Old Zhou raised his hand to push up his black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, rubbed the screw threads on the temples with his fingertips, and adopted the tone of an industry veteran exchanging pointers with a junior:

"Mr. Ye, we tech folks are straightforward. While Android 2.2 has allowed applications to be moved to the SD card, it maintains strict controls on installation commands at the system service level, denying them root privileges. Ordinary applications can't even get a hold of the system installation service. Which hidden underlying port did your company's Star Market use to bypass signature verification in its new version launched last night? Is the chief expert responsible for this underlying logic in the office today? If it's convenient, could we ask him to come out and discuss it in person?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen leaned back against the sofa cushions, the fabric on his knees spread out smoothly. He looked at Old Zhou, his lips curling into a straight line:

"Zhou must have expended a lot of energy last night, right?"

Old Zhou's smile faltered.

"Last night in Yanjing, Zhou must have used professional reverse engineering tools for dynamic tracking. When he got to the fourth layer of obfuscation, he wanted to find the entry point of the privilege escalation function in memory. He couldn't wait and just set a brute-force breakpoint, right?"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhou's hands, which were resting on his knees, suddenly tightened, leaving deep marks on the fabric.

Ye Chen leaned back in his chair, his tone still calm: "That four-layer obfuscation shell, as long as it's not unpacked in sequence according to a specific algorithm, will trigger the memory self-check defense directly if someone brute-forces the breakpoint. Judging from Zhou's face, the kernel of your offline test machine should have crashed and gone black last night, and the decompilation window captured by the reverse engineering tool was completely overwhelmed by junk pseudo-instructions, getting stuck in an infinite loop, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the composure on Lao Zhou's face froze completely.

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the freshman in front of him as if he were looking at a monster, a fine layer of sweat seeping from his forehead.

At this moment, Chen Wei picked up the porcelain teapot and poured hot water into the glass in front of Wang Junhua until it was about eight-tenths full, saying in a light tone:

"Zhou doesn't need to inquire about any behind-the-scenes experts."

"Our Xingchen Software's underlying architecture, which bypasses system signature verification and achieves silent installation through local debugging and bridging handshake, including the four-layer compilation obfuscation shell that overwhelms your decompilation tools, was all casually typed out by Mr. Ye himself."

"Including myself, the core engineers in our technology department who were poached from big companies with huge sums of money are still studying the underlying protocol documents left by General Manager Ye."

A crisp "clang" came from beside the coffee table.

In a state of extreme shock, Lao Zhou lost control of his right elbow and struck the edge of the glass tabletop, knocking over the teacup lid in front of him. The white porcelain lid spun on the table, scraping and making a series of ear-piercing screeching sounds.

Wang Junhua and Li Ming sat stiffly against the back of the sofa, their eyes fixed on the young man in the white hoodie opposite them. Their throats felt like they were stuffed with cotton, and they couldn't utter a single syllable for a long time.