Chapter 602
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Fang Xuelin frowned and glanced coldly at the technical department manager.
The technical department manager hurriedly explained the situation. "I found that there are problems with other games, but it's not as serious as the one in Competition for the Three Realms. All the online players in Competition for the Three Realms are disconnected and can't log in again!
"I suspect that someone tampered with our server."
Fang Xuelin slammed his fist on the desk.
He gritted his teeth and said, "It must be Zenith Technology!"
Recently, he had not offended anyone.
Other than Zenith Technology, no one else had the ability to tamper with the server.
"How despicable!" Fang Xuelin's tone was full of resentment.
"Then, Chairman, what should we do now?" the technical department manager asked.
"You must remove the malfunction. You are all talents that I've poached from all over the world. Can't you compare to a small Zenith Technology?" Fang Xuelin said in a low voice.
The technical department manager wanted to deny it and wanted Fang Xuelin to think of another way.
After all, they had spent an hour without any progress.
If they continued, it would only be a waste of time. Time was precious.
However, when he met Fang Xuelin's angry and warning eyes, he could only bite the bullet and say, "Okay, I'll try my best."
The technical department manager hurriedly left the office.
Fang Xuelin's hands trembled as he picked up the coffee.
"Bang!" The coffee cup fell to the ground again, splashing glass all over the floor.
Fang Xuelin did not care anymore. He fell into the office chair with a pale face.
He was very uneasy.
He did not understand how things had developed to this point.
Everything was clearly under his control.
Why?
Could it be that Zenith Technology had been holding back all this time and only made a move now? Was it to put him to death?
Thinking of this, Fang Xuelin quickly denied his own thoughts.
He now had the patent in his hands. Based on this point alone, he could take Zenith Technology to court.
Fang Xuelin forced himself to calm down.
He picked up his jacket and walked quickly to the technical department.
The technical department was very quiet. There was only the sound of typing on the keyboard.
Fang Xuelin kept watching them. After half an hour, he could not help but ask, "Still not working?"
The technical department manager wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
"Chairman, the server seems to be infected with a virus. The other party used the virus to control our server. We can't find a way to crack it."
"What about the players?"
"They're still complaining, and many players are threatening to delete the game if we don't fix it quickly."
Fang Xuelin clenched his fists.
He took out his phone, wrote a Weibo post, and posted it.
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