Sunday was originally a day to sleep until you wake up naturally, and Zhou Yan, who had just completed the task of stealing the master badge, had nothing important to be busy with recently.
However, at about five o'clock in the morning, a message suddenly appeared on Zhou Yan's mobile phone, saying that the identity had arrived. So Zhou Yan had to get up early again and took the earliest bus into the city.
The way of connecting on the street is similar to that in the memory of "worker bees", paying with one hand and delivering the goods with the other.
In his previous life, Zhou Yan had heard about raising "air people".
Before the popularization of second-generation IC card ID cards, the household registration management of flower growers was a bit chaotic, and there was a large floating population, making management even more chaotic. This gave some "smart people" an opportunity to take advantage of it.
These people specifically target people with multiple household registrations. After buying their identities, they find someone to raise them.
The person Zhou Yan found on the dark web was quite business-minded. He not only raised "airmen", but also opened a store on the dark web and also launched a special customization business.
Take the second-generation ID card Zhou Yan got as an example. The photo above is somewhat similar to Zhou Yan’s. People who are not familiar with Zhou Yan would not be able to tell that this ID card does not belong to Zhou Yan.
Rock.
After getting the ID card, Zhou Yan checked the information online and then sent it by courier to the dedicated "tool person" - the eldest sister Wang Han, asking her to help apply for a Swiss bank account.
As for the reason, in Zhou Yan's words, it is to rip off Microsoft. How can you use your real identity? Even the bank account cannot be used in China. Who knows if there are any high-level programmers among the group of programmers raised by Microsoft?
Hackers...
When I returned to school, I had just finished enjoying a pleasant breakfast, and before I had time to go to the dormitory, Zhou Yan's cell phone rang.
"Brother, you treat your sister as a tool?" Wang Han scolded her head and face.
Zhou Yan, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall, naturally didn't care and replied cheerfully: "Sister Han, when you get married, my brother will give you a huge red envelope!"
"That's it?"
"When you have a child, I will take care of the child for you for free!"
"Fuck you!" Wang Han finally couldn't help but laugh, "By the way, you used a fake identity to open a bank account. Are you trying to do something illegal?"
"How can it be possible? Relying on technology to make a living is, at best, just robbing foreigners..."
"You should be more careful..."
"Oh, forget it, you can make the tail juice yourself. You still have to go have breakfast. I'm sorry! Oh, by the way, I've already sent out the dessert ingredients you asked for!"
"My little brother, I kneel down and thank you!"
"Go away..."
When I returned to the dormitory, I wanted to take a nap, but as soon as I lay down, I was woken up by my "neighbor" Zuo Jiyun.
"Zhou Yan, don't you want to play football? It's a big field!"
Football?
You haven’t played it for more than ten years, right?
Although Zuo Jiyun and others have been playing in class since school started, Zhou Yan did not join in, but played basketball with Lin Junfeng and others.
I can't help it, I was hurt too deeply.
In the 2002 World Cup, the national football team went on a wild ride and went home without scoring a single goal.
Many people thought that this was the darkest moment for the national football team, but what no one expected was that this was already the peak moment for the national football team in the new century.
For more than 20 years, the national football team has been showing off: losing to Thailand, which can’t find a few serious men in the country, losing to war-torn Iraq, losing to a country that can’t even afford sneakers.
Syria...
Even if we were lucky enough to win against Vietnam, we still have to write a special note: What about catching up and turning the tide? In the past, we all defeated Vietnam, okay?
However, it seems that the national football team’s loss has nothing to do with me, right?
The national football team is just the national football team, and football is another story!
After struggling for a while, Zhou Yan reluctantly nodded, and then took out a pair of brand new cloth-covered rubber spike sneakers from the bottom of the closet.
I bought this pair of shoes the day after I registered. When I was paying, Zhou Yan felt like he was possessed by a ghost.
Amateur football players do not need to wear socks or shin guards. The equipment for morning jogging plus a pair of sneakers is enough.
When Zhou Yan was changing clothes, Zuo Jiyun was also changing clothes. Compared with Zhou Yan, this person's equipment was much more professional: although there were no stockings and shin guards, at least the clothes were very formal, the white color of the Galaxy Battleship.
Suit.
Before Zuo Jiyun could put on his clothes, Zhao Ruijie from the next door dormitory came over and was a little surprised when he saw the sneakers on Zhou Yan's feet: "Ayan, do you play football too?"
Zhou Yan was delighted: "Why can't I play football?"
After spending more than half an hour in the dormitory, a group of people who had made an appointment went downstairs. When they arrived at the playground, Zhou Yan found that the group of people playing football were all acquaintances, and most of them had played football together.
There are exactly 20 people including Zhou Yan, separated in half, each taking his own position, and there is no need for a referee to start.
Zhou Yan and his good friend Zhao Ruijie are both relatively relaxed defenders. They don't need to run very much. At most, they can just poke a few kicks and give the opponent a corner kick. At other times, they just need to shout "666" in the backcourt. When dividing players, in order to have some fun, the players on both sides are almost the same in strength, so the opening is basically evenly matched, and the ball is basically hanging around the midfield...
"Hey, Ayan, why do you think of playing football?"
"I was dragged in by Zuo Jiyun to make up the numbers," Zhou Yan glanced at Zuo Jiyun who was riding his bicycle coquettishly in front of the local restricted area, "Without me, you would have been nine versus nine!"
Just as Zhao Ruijie was about to speak, someone in front of Zuo Jiyun intercepted the ball, and then someone shouted: "Back to defense!"
"Zuo Jiyun's stinky feet!"
The opponent's counterattack was sudden, with just a few big kicks, it had already reached Zhou Yan's half.
Seeing that the opponent's forward had reached the top of the penalty area, Zhou Yan stepped forward to meet him.
Seeing that Zhou Yan was a new face, the opponent didn't pay much attention. He pushed the ball with his foot and was about to swing it over. But when he stretched his foot again, he found that the ball was gone?
Where is the ball?
Zhou Yan took it a few times, glanced at Zuo Jiyun who was hanging at the back, and shouted: "Old Zuo, catch the ball!"
After saying that, Zhou Yan hit the ball with a big kick.
Zhou Yan kicked the ball straight and in the right direction. It was his first time playing football in his life, and he was not familiar with the force exerted by his feet. After taking the kick, Zhou Yan knew that he had used a little too much force...
The football flew across a long arc towards the opponent's penalty area. Zuo Jiyun, who was squatting on the front line, saw that the ball flew a bit high and hurriedly chased after it...
"High!"
Seeing that he could no longer catch up, Zuo Jiyun turned around and shouted to Zhou Yan.
But when the corner of Zuo Jiyun's eye caught the landing point of the football, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes: after the football landed, it bounced up again, directly past the goalkeeper's fingers and flew into the goal.
The ball went in!
"Old Zhou, that's awesome!"
After being shocked, Zhao Ruijie gave Zhou Yan a thumbs up.
Zhou Yan’s teammates were all happy: less than five minutes into the game, they were already leading by one goal.
After the midfield kick-off, the opponents were a lot more careful, especially the forwards. They looked at Zhou Yan with a bit of caution: These days, anyone who can kick the ball into the frontcourt is not a good person.
……
Of course, for some passionate young people who do not believe in evil, walls are meant to be pushed and devils are meant to be defeated.
Zhou Yan doesn't believe in evil, because he himself is a bit evil: the strong lower limbs made by riding on horseback for more than four months are far beyond ordinary people's super touch, the super endurance created by more than an hour of long-distance running every day, coupled with the inability to walk away
Kong's stealing skills are enough for Zhou Yan to build an iron wall on the back line...