Chapter 7 — My House Is 42 Degrees Hot, Turns Out It's A Horrifying Plot

It is the most powerful weapon on my side. Every second passes. The pressure in his heart increased even more. Vuong Cuong took a deep breath. Try to force yourself to calm down. He understands very well. If faced head-on, he wouldn't be able to gain any advantage right now. The madness and violence in his eyes gradually disappeared. Instead, there was a familiar look of cold calculation. Finally he spoke.

“I admit.”

“I looked down on you.”

“Let's talk.”

“What do you want?”

I looked at him. Knowing that he was prepared to give in. Or more precisely. Be prepared to use a different approach to solve the problem.

“My conditions are very simple.”

“First, immediately turn off all your machines.”

“Second, compensation.”

"For the past two years, because of your natural heater, I have had to pay more for electricity, suffer mental damage, lose working time, and all the costs of buying a new house and hiring a moving company."

“It all adds up.”

“I just took a number.”

I held up five fingers.

“Five million yuan.”

“Not even a penny is missing.”

Vuong Cuong's pupils shrank.

“Are you going to rob money?”

“Depends on what you think.”

I shrugged.

“You may not pay.”

“Third condition.”

“It's also the most important thing.”

“You must take responsibility for moving all this scrap metal yourself.”

“Restore my ceiling to its original state.”

“Restore the entire public power system of the building you vandalized.”

“At the same time, we must invite an independent inspection unit to inspect.”

“Until I'm satisfied.”

“All expenses incurred during that time are borne by you.”

After I finished speaking. Vuong Cuong's face was extremely unsightly. It was like swallowing a fly. He was silent for a long time. Apparently he was frantically weighing the pros and cons in his head. He nodded.

"I agree."

“But I also have a condition.”

“These machines cannot cut off power immediately.”

“Backing up data takes time.”

“At least twelve hours.”

“You give me twelve hours.”

“Tomorrow morning I will personally bring you five million in cash.”

“Then immediately start moving all the equipment.”

“How do you feel?”

He spoke very sincerely. Even brought along a few prayers. But from deep in his eyes. I still see a sinister light flashing and then disappearing. Or to be more precise. He's buying time. Twelve hours. That amount of time was enough for him to do a lot of things. For example, transferring all data cannot be exposed to the outside. Or find someone to "handle" me. If I agree. It's like putting your life into his hands.

“Vuong Cuong, do you think I am a three-year-old child?”

“Twelve hours?”

“I'll give you twelve minutes and it's still too much.”

My words tore off his last layer of disguise. Vuong Cuong's face flashed with anger because he was seen through.

“Don't let the elephant ask the fairy!”

He roared.

“I have given in as much as I can!”

“In the end, what else do you want?”

“Is that what I want?”

I walked step by step towards him. Forcing him back towards the corner of the wall. The aura on my body at this moment was completely overwhelming.

“I want you to understand something.”

“Ever since you kept me in the dark, turning me into a radiator for your illegal activities.”

“You have lost your qualifications to bargain with me.”

“I gave the order.”

"And you can only obey.”

I raised my hand. Point to the main circuit breaker on the wall.

“Now I start counting.”

My voice is not loud. But in the computer room there was only the buzzing sound of the equipment, each word rang out clearly. Vuong Cuong's forehead began to sweat. Liu Phuong got up from the ground. Hug his legs tightly, crying until your heart is broken.

“Husband, agree!”

“I beg you!”

“I don't want to go to jail!”

Uncle Ly and the workers blocked all exits. Even if Vuong Cuong grows wings, he cannot escape. In his eyes, cruelty and crazy calculation were intertwined. The brain is operating at extreme speed. He tried to find a way out. Suddenly he raised his head and looked at me.

“I can give you money right away!”

“I have two million in my account!”

“I will transfer the money to you now!”

"I'll definitely collect the remaining three million tomorrow morning!"

I completely ignored his bargaining. The finger slowly approached the red circuit breaker. Vuong Cuong's breathing became heavy. I'm not kidding. I really dare to pull this circuit breaker down. In the end, Vuong Cuong also collapsed. He screamed helplessly.

“I'll turn it off now!”

He almost crawled and ran in front of a computer. Both hands frantically typed on the keyboard. Complex lines of commands are continuously entered. Follow his actions. The indicator lights on the server cabinets began to gradually turn off row by row. The roar of machinery gradually subsided. The whole world seemed to become quiet. The hot heat in the air also began to decrease.