Ten minutes later.
The door closed.
The higher-ups left in anger. From the leader to the staff, none of the elite team that the Internet Surveillance Bureau was most proud of spoke a single word of truth. Investigate, investigate all 16 of them one by one. Actually, everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before they found the culprit. The most dangerous hacker in the world was definitely among these 16 people.
"Just who could it be?"
"If we can't find the culprit, we won't be able to go back?"
"Don't do that, Teacher Zhang's first concert is about to begin."
"Yeah, I've already bought the tickets."
"You make it sound like you spent money on it? Didn't you get them from Teacher Zhang? "
"Didn't you get them from Teacher Zhang as well!"
"Hai, don't even think about the concert. None of us will be able to attend it."
"Why do I feel like they're investigating in the wrong direction?"
"Yeah, that's what I think too. We've all worked together for so many years, so who doesn't know who's more capable and who's more capable? We all know each other very well. If you say that there's a hacker among the 16 of us, I'd believe it since we all have the skills to do so. But if you say that there's actually a world's number one hacker hidden among us, I really don't believe it. Everyone, look at each other. Who has the face of a legendary hacker? Who looks like it? No one looks like it! So — could there be a mistake? "
Everyone looked at each other.
You look at me, I look at you.
Then they all nodded in unison. They did not look like it.
But who could it be?
Could there be other suspects?
But there weren't any. There were only 16 of them?
Up until this point, they did not even think of Zhang Ye. After so many years, many of the people from the Internet Surveillance Bureau had forgotten that during the Sino-Korean hacker war, their office was not only filled with people from their department. There was another person who was also among them.
…
The next day.
Shanghai News.
"The Public Security Bureau is actively investigating and has already narrowed down the scope of the suspects."
…
The third day.
Beijing Television.
"The entire world is keeping an eye on the identity of Hacker 2. We will keep you updated on the latest developments."
…
The fourth day.
Central TV Department 1.
"Zhang Ye's' Final Concert 'will be held at the Olympic Stadium tomorrow evening. As the first suspect of Hacker 2 was the current leader of Zhang Ye's fan club, Fan Yingyun, the attention on Zhang Ye's first concert has been soaring."
…
Online.
"The concert is here!"
"I'm dying of anticipation!"
"Haha, I've already bought the tickets!"
"Previous poster, you're showing off! I didn't even manage to buy one! "
"It's too difficult to buy."
"I'm already on the train from Xining to Beijing to watch the concert. I'm a true fan!"
"The Last Concert, this name sounds horrifying."
"Yeah, those who don't know might really think that Zhang Ye is bidding farewell to the entertainment industry."
"What farewell? Isn't he just going home to wait for his wife to give birth? He's only gone for a few days. After a while, he'll come out and cause trouble again!"
"Pfft, everyone knows Teacher Zhang so well?"
"That's right, that's the image of this guy."
"Hurry up and arrive tomorrow. I can't wait!"
"You haven't found out anything about Hacker 2 yet?"
"I don't think we'll be able to find him. He's such an awesome legendary hacker. Unless he comes out himself, no one can catch him."
…
In the evening.
Many places received a letter.
— It was Zhang Ye's resignation letter.
When the Peking University people saw the resignation letter, they were all dumbfounded.
What was going on?
What was going on?
Resignation?
Dean Pan of the School of Mathematical Sciences immediately called Zhang Ye on his cell phone. "Professor Zhang, what are you doing? You're resigning? "
Zhang Ye smiled and said: "You've received the letter?"
Dean Pan said in a speechless manner: "Don't mess around."
"I'm not messing around." Zhang Ye said: "I have to rest for a while, so I'm preparing to resign from all my positions."
Dean Pan said: "You didn't come to Peking University to teach many classes even when you didn't have a break. Just rest and continue with your positions."
Zhang Ye said: "That won't do. I can't be a dog in the manger."
Very quickly, a vice president of Media College called.
"Professor Zhang, what's the matter?"
"President Sun, this is a personal problem."
"No, I don't agree to it."
"I've already decided. Just let me rest for a while."
"You can rest, so why are you resigning? Are you really going to go home and take care of your child for the rest of your life? Isn't it just a matter of a few months? At most a year and a half? "
"President Sun, thank you for the trust my alma mater has in me. But I've really made up my mind. I've been working so hard for so many years, so please wake up and let me rest for a few days."
"Oh you, this is too sudden!"
Then came a call from the Asian Charity Association.
One.
Three.
Five.
Today, Zhang Ye had resigned from all of his positions.
All of them handed in their resignations.
Actually, he couldn't bear to do it. Being a math professor, a Chinese professor, and the Asian philanthropic ambassador, each of these positions was an unforgettable memory for Zhang Ye. But this was a decision that he had to make. He had already considered it a long time ago. He had already given up on what he couldn't bear to do, so what else could he not do? This time, Zhang Ye had to bear the responsibility alone. He couldn't implicate others because of his own problems. Tomorrow would be the final concert. After letting go of all this, Zhang Ye could finally focus on what he needed to do. He no longer had to worry about anything in the future.
The news broke.
The news spread.
The people were also very surprised.
"What?"
"Zhang Ye resigned?"
"He resigned from both Peking University and Media College?"
"What's going on?"
"Is he really going home to take care of his child?"
"I'm wondering too. He's only taking care of his child, so why did he have to resign from his position? Speaking of which, this fellow didn't even attend many classes at Peking University or Media College. "
"Who knows what Zhang Ye is thinking."
"That fellow's brain is cramping again."
"Haha, ignore him. He's always cramping, so he's used to it."
There was still one more day.
There were still the last 24 hours.
The staff.
The family.
The work.
He had done everything that could be done.
Everything that needed to be arranged had been arranged.
With all the burdens off his shoulders, Zhang Ye suddenly felt very relaxed. He did not go back to his parents' place, nor did he go to Old Wu's place. The closer he got to parting, the more he didn't know how to face them. Zhang Ye walked out onto the streets. He didn't know where to go, so he just walked along the alleys.
He walked very slowly.
Aimlessly.
The streets in the ordinary parts of Beijing were actually not very beautiful. There was trash, old buildings, and random parking lots. But Zhang Ye felt very peaceful and calm.
Quietly, I left, just like I came quietly;
Gently, I waved goodbye to the clouds in the west.
Quietly, I left, just like I came quietly;
Gently, I waved my sleeves, not taking away a single cloud.
Good night.
Beijing.
After parting tomorrow, let's meet again in the future.
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