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Chapter 440 As long as you can solve it, what do you say?

The entire Jianying Studio was in chaos. When Director Zhang found the person in charge, the person in charge, who was in his thirties had already cried like a ball.

"It's gone, it's gone!"

Director Zhang: "What does it mean is gone? Didn't you send me a message in the morning saying that the film has been cut?"

The person in charge cried.

"It's been cut, but just an hour ago, our computer didn't know what was going on. They were all infected with viruses. All the files and files in the computer were gone, and there was only a monument left..."

He pointed to the tombstone on the computer desktop tremblingly, and almost fainted from anger.

Director Zhang: "...then our film..."

Person in charge: "I'm buried!"

The person in charge has become a fool. Their studio has received more than just editing of the drama "Tang Soul". There were at least seven or eight films conducted at the same time.

Moreover, because their studio charges higher than their peers and the quality is also top-notch, the films they come to find them to edit are not small productions.

Now that the "black man carrying the coffin" comes out, they have nothing left!

"Didn't you say there are technical personnel, why would such a thing happen?" Director Zhang frowned.

Jianying's studio has a special boss responsible for network security.

It is to prevent hackers from maliciously stealing films from unspreaded dramas.

The person in charge raised his hand and pointed at the man squatting in front of the computer, looking rampant.

Obviously, the other party has been collapsed by this sudden virus.

"Director Zhang, it's really not that I don't want to give you a movie, but now you've seen it. Not only your drama, but all the dramas we've taken here are gone... I don't know who to ask for advice."

Director Zhang looked at Gu Qi.

"I'm afraid the sample is gone, so I have to be cut again..."

Gu Qi: "..."

None?

The sample bought at a sky-high price was buried like this?

Gu Qi looked at the tombstones on the computer screen and narrowed her eyes slightly.

As soon as the "black man carrying coffin" virus appeared in the previous life, it swept through most of the Internet in China, and the number of computers affected was countless.

This virus spreads widely and is highly concealed. When it is discovered that it exists in your computer, the funeral bgm will start to ring.

"I spent so much money and I cut the movie. I just said nothing, it's not suitable, right?" Gu Qi looked at the person in charge.

The person in charge cried: "Not suitable? Then how do you think it is suitable? We have no choice now. We have cut out the sample, but all our information has been buried by this virus. We have no choice.

At most, after the virus is cleared, we will cut one for you in an urgent manner... Otherwise... otherwise we don't know what's wrong."

"I know you're anxious, but we're also anxious. We have no way to deal with this virus. If you have a way to solve this problem, let alone get your film back, I'll refund you your editing fee now.

If you only refund your money, I will give you the money! And in the future, whenever you participate in the movie you are involved in, I will give you a discount on the editing price!"

The person in charge said this just to let Gu Qi know that they were in a difficult situation and there was no way.

But I don't want to.

"What you said is true?" Gu Qi's eyes glowed.

Person in charge: "What?"

"I'll get all the information back for you. You can refund my editing fee and pay me an extra money. I'll get a bone-breaking price in the future?" Gu Qi pointed out the key point directly.

The person in charge blinked.

"Yes...yes...as long as you can solve it, what you say is."


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