Chapter 268 Free Employees
Chapter 268 Free Employees
When the Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped at the sidewalk in front of the NGN company building, there were already four cars parked on the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. All four cars were black Chevrolet Suburban. Not to mention An Rushong, even people passing by the road in the snow could not help but cast their attention on these four cars.
Luo Minzhi parked the car on the side of the road and turned off the engine. He glanced across the street and chuckled, saying, "These guys are really ostentatious."
"Brother, who are those people?" Rubin asked curiously.
An Rushong also had a headache. He did not answer his sister's question. He just looked at the four extremely ostentatious cars opposite, scratched his forehead, and then gestured to Luo Minzhi to get out of the car.
After a moment, An Rushong got out of the car, put on the hood of his coat, and subconsciously raised one hand to sweep over his head.
The snow was falling heavily at this time, and the sight on the street was not very clear, but because it was the time when people were getting off work at night, there were still many pedestrians on the road. There was no way, for ordinary people, no matter what the weather was like, they had to go out to work and earn money.
As An Rushong got out of the car, there was movement in several cars across the street. From a distance, one could see more than a dozen people getting out of four Chevrolet cars, several of whom were holding suitcases. Fortunately, these people were not like the Secret Service people in the movies, wearing black suits and black sunglasses.
An Rusong was waiting on the other side of the road. After the other party crossed the road and walked onto the sidewalk, he took two steps forward and greeted Jenny, who was leading the team, "Hey, Jenny, is it necessary to make such a big scene?"
Then he raised his hand and pointed across the road, saying, "Is this a scene from Rush Hour or Die Hard?"
Jenny was wearing a black woolen windbreaker. Even though she wrapped herself tightly in it, the thin fabric still couldn't withstand the cold wind on a snowy night, and she shivered all over.
"Take us inside quickly, it's too cold today," ignoring An Rushong's teasing, she reached out and tugged at his sleeve, speaking in a trembling voice.
An Rushong smiled, glanced at the dozen or so people behind her, then turned and walked towards the office building.
Among the dozen or so people Jenny brought, most were foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes, oh, and there were two black people. As for the people with Asian faces, in addition to Jenny herself, there was a young man who looked less than 1.7 meters tall, with a relatively flat face, and he should be a Japanese soldier.
It was not until they walked into the main entrance of the office building and dealt with the security guards who came to check on the situation that An Rusong introduced Rubin, who had been secretly looking at Jenny, "This is Miss Jenny."
As he was talking, he wanted to introduce his sister to Jenny, but the other party had already smiled and said, "Hello, Rubin, just call me Sister Jenny."
As she said this, she took out a palm-sized white paper box from her windbreaker pocket, handed it to Rubin with a smile, and said, "This is a meeting gift. I hope Sister Rubin likes it."
Rubin didn't reach out to take it, but just turned his head to look at An Rushong.
"This is too expensive," An Rushong looked at the Dior logo on the box. Although the box was not opened, he could tell that there should be a Dior bracelet in the box because he had seen it at Han Miyeon's place before.
"You're welcome. We have the funding," Jenny said directly without any hesitation.
What she meant was obviously that An Rushong had become a target of the NSA, so spending money on him was financially supported.
Hearing her say this, An Rushong was no longer polite and nodded to Rubin.
"Thank you, Sister Jenny," Rubin was very sensible. She took the box and thanked Jenny again.
"Let's go upstairs," without much delay, An Rushong led the group upstairs.
It was a holiday, and besides the old Russians, there were only security guards and two or three cleaning and service personnel left in the company. An Rusong did not stay on the second floor, but took them directly to the third floor. On the way upstairs, An Rusong also introduced the company's current basic situation to the technicians brought by Jenny.
Currently, NGN Company mainly rents several servers from Korea Telecom, so the main traffic information is stored on Korea Telecom's servers. On the company's side, there is only a set of small server equipment from the early days, which mainly stores the registration information of NGN software users. Therefore, Jenny and others cannot actually obtain the information they have from NGN Company's servers, because according to Jenny, her technical team is mainly responsible for "monitoring" communications.
The word "monitoring" does not just mean listening to sounds, it mainly refers to monitoring real-time network communications. Jenny's technical team has a dedicated monitoring system that can monitor all interactive information passing through the server in the NGN software in real time.
This monitoring system does not monitor the information of every NGN user. It should be an alarm system for keywords or key information. As long as a keyword or key information appears in the user's interaction, Jenny's technical team can pay attention to it immediately.
Let's take a simple example, the word "bomb". Currently, there are a thousand users chatting using NGN software. Jenny's team will not pay attention to what these thousand people are chatting about, and they can't pay attention to it. However, once one of these thousand users mentions the word "bomb" in the chat, Jenny's team will be alerted immediately and the person who sent the message will be caught as soon as possible.
An Rushong lacked understanding of the monitoring technology used by the NSA, but the mechanisms and principles were similar, so he knew something about it.
Just like now, he knew that even if Jenny's team moved into the NGN company, it would not make much sense, because what they needed to do was to monitor the NGN software communications in real time, so they should actually move into the data center of Korea Telecom.
Of course, when NGN builds its own data center in the future, Jenny's team will be able to officially start cooperation with NGN.
But by that time, it was not enough for them to just arrange one team in Seoul. They had to prepare several teams, and they had to arrange a team to be stationed in every data center established by NGN Company around the world.
"If you don't want to attract too much attention, it's best for our people to enter your company from now on." Instead of asking An Rusong to take them directly to the server room, Jenny went straight to the office area. After the group entered the president's office, Jenny said, "My people are experts in network security. If your company wants to build its own data center, it can't do without talents like them."
As she said this, she took off her windbreaker and threw it directly to Luo Minzhi who was standing at the door. Then, regardless of the other person's glare at her, she walked to the sofa.
"The most important thing is that you can assign work to my people without you having to be responsible for their salaries," she said with a smile, sitting on the sofa.
Although she didn't elaborate, An Rusong still understood what she meant. Obviously, she wanted An Rusong to recruit the people she arranged to work in the company under the name of recruiting new employees, and to be responsible for technical work in network security. In this way, they could secretly embed the NSA's monitoring system into the server of NGN Company and monitor the user communications in the NGN software at all times.
To be honest, this kind of thing is actually very taboo. In An Rushong's previous life, that "Mr. Si" exposed the "Prism Gate" of the United States, which once caused an uproar in global public opinion.
But what happened in the end? In the end, it didn't seem to matter. A series of companies involved in the storm, such as Google and Microsoft, denied the relevant accusations. Although the whole world knew that these companies were lying, they must have had a cooperative relationship with the NSA and must have opened their own servers to the NSA, but in the end, everything was left unresolved.
Therefore, An Rushong naturally did not care about the cooperation with the NSA. He knew that in a few years, even if there was still a "Mr. S" who jumped out and exposed the "Prism Gate" scandal and dragged NGN into the storm, NGN at that time should have enough strength to withstand this storm.
Most importantly, An Rusong has no psychological burden in cooperating with NSA. Not to mention that he is a Korean now, even if he is still the same as in his previous life, he will still choose to cooperate with NSA, after all, it is in his interest. Moreover, NGN software has no possibility of entering the Chinese market. In the future, NGN software may have a Chinese version, but it will never be sold in China.
In An Rushong's anticipated list of competitors, there are MSN, Whatsapp, and perhaps "Paper Airplane", but there are definitely no software like QQ and WeChat. The two parties are not in the same market.
In other words, the information that NGN sold to the NSA was mainly public information from America's allies, like the Republic of Korea. In front of their masters, is there any information that a domestic slave should keep confidential?
Sitting opposite Jenny, An Rusong carefully looked at the dozen people she brought with her. After a long while, he frowned and said, "You don't want all these people to stay, do you? You have to understand that my company now only has three project teams, and the people you brought can form an independent project team."
"Of course not," Jenny shook her head and said, "I brought them here mainly to meet you and get to know you. After all, they will all be your employees in the future."
(End of this chapter)