The programmer and his woman

I was concentrating on my work when suddenly a familiar voice broke the silence.

"Xiao Wang, do you have time now?" There was a hint of urgency in the section chief's voice.

I looked up and saw it was the section chief. I quickly stood up and responded, "Ah! It's the section chief. I have time. What do you want to talk to me about?"

The section chief smiled and said, "Come to my office for a moment."

I couldn't help feeling a little nervous, but I quickly tidied up my desk and followed the section chief to her office.

As soon as I entered the section chief's office, I couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts: "Why did the section chief suddenly look for me? Could it be that he made a mistake in the accounts these days and wants to fire me for my poor work ability? That shouldn't be the case. Could it be that I accidentally gossiped about the boss last time and someone reported me? But I didn't tell many people." I shook my head and decided not to think about it anymore. If it's a blessing, it won't go away. If it's a disaster, it can't be avoided.

When the section chief saw me coming in, he pointed to the statistical table on the table and said, "Xiao Wang, I have a statistical table that I need to filter and sort, but I always can't do it well. Do you know how to do it? Can you help me with it?"

I took a look at the statistics table, got a clue in my mind, and replied, "Oh, that's it. I'll give it a try."

After a while, I skillfully screened and sorted the statistical table and handed it to the section chief.

The section chief took the statistical table, took a look at it, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Great, you finished it so quickly, it's amazing."

I smiled and said, "No big deal."

Seeing that I didn't think it was complicated, the section chief said with emotion: "I just spent a long time trying to figure this out and still couldn't get it right."

When I heard the section chief say this, I joked with her, "How are you going to thank me, section chief?"

Hearing this, the section chief smiled and said, "I'll treat you to lunch at noon."

I waved my hands and said, "Come on, I won't eat the food in our cafeteria."

The section chief was not angry when he saw this. Instead, he smiled and said, "Am I such a stingy person? I'll treat you to a meal at a restaurant outside."

I was a little surprised when I heard it, but I still asked half-believingly, "Really?"

The section chief nodded and said, "Of course it's true."

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it, I brought my own food. Besides, it's just a small matter, so you don't need to treat me to a meal. I was just joking with you."

The section chief thought for a moment and said, "It's okay. The boss is treating me, so I'll take you along. Just say you're my brother and I'll take you along for a meal. And you can help me keep the wine flowing or something."

When I heard this, I understood and said with a smile, "Oh, you are not interested in the food, but in the wine. Okay, but this doesn't count as you treating me to a meal, this counts as me doing you a favor."

Upon hearing this, the section chief smiled and said, "Okay, okay, good brother, go and help me block the wine."

After saying that, the section chief looked at the time and said, "Stay here for a while. A car will come to pick us up later."

I nodded, and saw a few books on the section chief's bookshelf, so I walked over to look through them. The bookshelf was filled with books such as "Brain Teasers", "Happy Riddles", and "Guess Lantern Riddles". I couldn't help but laugh and said, "Sister, what kind of books are you reading? Do you have any serious books?"

The section chief was not angry when he heard this. Instead, he smiled and said, "Why is this book not serious? I have liked guessing riddles since I was a child."

As he was talking, the phone suddenly rang. The section chief picked up the phone, said a few words, hung up, and said, "Let's go, the boss is here and is waiting for us at the factory gate."

When we arrived at the gate, we saw that it was the same bald old man. He looked at us with a smile on his face and walked towards us enthusiastically.

"Xiao Sun, I'm glad to have you this time. You haven't had a drink with me for a long time. You have made such a great contribution to the company during this period of time. I must treat you well today. You have to drink a few more glasses." His words were full of admiration and expectations for the section chief.

Then, he turned his gaze to me and asked in confusion: "Hey, this little brother looks very familiar, Xiao Sun, can you introduce him to me?"

The section chief smiled and replied, "This is my brother."

"Brother?" The old man became even more curious.

"Yes, my dear brother." The section chief nodded affirmatively.

I thought to myself, the section chief is really bold, using me as a shield. At the same time, I also realized that this dinner was unusual. The old man obviously had bad intentions, and his eyes stayed on the section chief for too long, which made me feel uneasy.

At this moment, I was thinking very intensely. Could it be that the purpose of the section chief calling me here was not just to stop the drinking? Wasn't this dinner invitation a coincidence? The more I thought about it, the more worried I became. It seemed that she knew today that she was doomed this time, and calling me might be her only hope. But how could I help her?

On the way to the restaurant, my mind was full of thoughts, and the worries in my head were growing like a snowball. I clearly realized that the president's purpose today was not pure. He obviously wanted to get the section chief drunk and do something bad to her. I asked myself, if things really developed to that point, could I stop it?

However, I soon realized that it would not be easy to stop the president by myself. He brought a driver with him, who was a big man and looked like he was not easy to deal with. Moreover, my current identity was just the "little brother" of the section chief. Although this identity could make him a little afraid, it was probably not enough to make him change his mind.

Thinking of this, I became more determined not to let him get the section chief drunk. So I started thinking about countermeasures. I knew that it would not work to directly persuade the section chief to drink less, because that would only arouse the president's suspicion. I needed to find a way to protect the section chief without alerting the president.

Thinking about things all the way, we finally entered the hotel. After we sat down, the president greeted us warmly:

"Come on, driver Xiao Liu, move the Moutai from my car over here, and then you can wait for us in the car."

I glanced at the president and became more alert. His next move made me even more suspicious. The president took Section Chief Sun's hand and said with a big smile: "Today I brought 80-year-old Moutai. Section Chief Sun, you should drink a few more glasses." As he said that, he ignored Section Chief Sun's refusal and insisted on pouring her a full glass of wine.

At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind, a good idea that could liven up the atmosphere and effectively control the amount of drinking. I immediately stood up and said to the president with a smile:

"President, drinking alone might be a bit boring. How about we play a game to add some fun? Whoever loses drinks."

The president was obviously attracted by what I said. He asked curiously, "Oh? Your brother is quite interesting. What kind of game does he play?"

I replied, "How about a guessing game? It's a quick-answer system. The person who guesses correctly can toast the designated person with three glasses of wine. If you guess wrong, you have to drink three glasses as a penalty."

The president smiled with interest after hearing this: "Haha, this is interesting. If I guessed it right, can I toast the section chief with three glasses of wine?"

I nodded: "Yes, you can specify anyone."

The president continued to ask: "If I guess the answer wrong, do I have to drink three cups as punishment?"

I confirmed again: "Yes, the person who guessed wrong must drink three cups as punishment."

The president patted his thigh and said happily, "Haha, that's great! Then we'll decide. You come up with the questions!"

I smiled and nodded, and began to ask questions: "President, please listen carefully: wearing a red tasseled hat, wearing a green battle robe, speaking in a clear voice, and quacking from time to time."

The president was obviously very confident about this question. He laughed and stood up and said, "Hahaha, this is easy. The answer is frog. Come on, Xiaosun, let me toast to you."

I shook my head and said with a smile, "President, please sit down first. This answer is wrong."

The president was stunned for a moment, and asked in confusion: "Ah? How can it be wrong? The frog is wearing a green uniform and speaks in a clear croaking voice."

"What about the hat with a red tassel?" I asked.

"Well..." Seeing that the president was speechless for a moment, I turned to the section chief and asked, "Sister, do you know?"

The section chief smiled and replied, "It's a parrot."

I immediately nodded to confirm: "Correct, it's a parrot."

After hearing the answer, the president smiled awkwardly: "Oh yes, it's a parrot, haha, I admit defeat on this one."

I smiled, and after listening to the president's words, I complimented him: "President, you are really quick-witted and always give us surprises. However, according to the rules of the game, if my sister guesses correctly, she will toast you with three glasses of wine, and if you guess wrong, you will have to drink three glasses as punishment, a total of six glasses. President, you have always been fair and strict, and you will definitely not cheat this time, right?"

As I spoke, I observed the president's reaction. He was slightly stunned, then burst into laughter: "Okay, okay, you are getting better and better at talking. I will not cheat, I will accept the loss. Come on, I will drink the wine now."

After that, the president picked up the wine glass and drank six glasses in a row. Although he had a smile on his face, I could see that he was a little tipsy. I took the opportunity to toast him again and said, "President, you really have a huge capacity. This glass of wine is for you. I wish you a prosperous career and good health."

The president was even happier after hearing what I said, and kept saying, "Okay, okay, you have a bright future. Come, let's have another drink."

The president nodded and said, "Okay, okay, this game is interesting. Let's play it again."

I continued to ask questions: "President, please listen carefully, the next question is: "White and plump, thin waist, many minds."

The president looked down at himself, laughed, and said excitedly: "Your brother is really talented, I like it, this riddle is so good. Isn't this me, white and plump, with a thin waist and many ideas? The answer is me, right? Come on, I toast you three cups, Xiaosun!"

However, I smiled and shook my head, clarifying, "President, the answer this time is not you. Can you guess again?"

The section chief also interrupted with a smile: "President, the answer to this question is lotus root."

The president was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Oh, it turns out to be lotus root! Haha, your brother's riddle is really good, I was confused. Okay, I accept the punishment and drink three cups as punishment!

But next time, can you please not beat around the bush so much? My brain is almost running out of steam, and you always get me into trouble."

I smiled and nodded, and continued to ask questions: "President, let's change the style this time. Please listen to the question: 'Tell me, what does a half-cut apple resemble?'"

The president fell into deep thought again: "Hmm... this..., the moon...?"

I shook my head: "Wrong."

The section chief answered again: "It is very similar to its other half."

"Correct!" I announced with a grin.

At this time, I observed that the president was already a little tipsy, and his words began to become vague: "Oh, this riddle... I always can't guess it! How about... let's change the game, how about finger-guessing?" There was a gleam of anticipation in his eyes, and he seemed to be looking forward to the new game.

I smiled and looked at the president and the section chief, and suggested, "My sister doesn't know how to play finger-guessing, but I have a similar idea. I'll write down a number, and if it's above five it's big, and if it's below five it's small. How about you guys guess the big and small?"

The president's eyes lit up after hearing this and he clapped his hands and said, "Hey, this is good, let's do this!"

I quickly wrote a number on a piece of paper, then turned the paper over to hide the number: "I've written it, guess it."

The president said almost without thinking: "I guess big."

I turned to the section chief and asked with a smile, "President, guessed big, so sister, do you guess small?"

"Okay, I guess small," the section chief replied.

I revealed the answer: "Open, it's Miss. She wins again."

The president seemed a little disappointed, but he still raised his glass generously: "How come my luck...is not good today? Come on, I'll drink it, and then...come on."

He guessed again: "I'll guess bigger this time."

I turned the paper over and showed the result: "Open, Miss wins again."

At this time, I noticed that the president seemed to be a little shaky, so I quickly said, "President, it's your turn to drink again. President, President, sister, the president seems to have drunk too much."

Seeing this, the section chief also said with concern: "Yes, President, why don't you take a break first and stop drinking."

The president waved his hands, but his voice was already a little unclear: "No... It's okay, I can still drink. If you come again, I don't believe that I... can't guess right."

Seeing this, I quickly advised: "President, your health is more important, why don't we stop here today."

The section chief also agreed: "Yes, President, let's take you back first."

I walked forward and pushed the president a few times. Seeing that he was already drunk and unconscious, the section chief couldn't help but burst out laughing: "You are really good, go outside and call a driver to take the president home."

I turned to the section chief and said with a smile, "Sister, the president seems to be thinking about you. Was it a premeditated plan that you asked me to come this time?"

The section chief smiled and nodded. "You are so smart that I won't hide it from you. But your performance this time was beyond my expectation. I originally thought that you could help me block the wine and use your temporary brother status to make him hesitate. I didn't expect you to give me an unexpected surprise today. How did you come up with the idea of ​​guessing riddles and drinking?"

I scratched my head and said a little embarrassedly, "I don't know what you are good at. I saw that you like to read books on this subject on your bookshelf, so I used them. I only know a few riddles like these. You are lucky, so you don't need to thank me."

The section chief smiled and shook his head: "Then guessing the size is also my luck?"

I chuckled and confessed, "That's not the case. I always write two numbers and hide the one I don't use."

The section chief patted my shoulder and said with a smile, "You little brat, come on, let's take a taxi back."

We were chatting in the car, and I suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, sister, this shouldn't be the first time the president has invited you to dinner, how did you handle it before?"

The section chief sighed and said, "I asked Director Lin to help me before. The president is afraid of Director Lin. She has been arranged to go on a business trip these days. People have to bow their heads under the eaves. It took me a long time to think of asking my brother for help."

I asked curiously, "Could Minister Lin be his wife?"

The section chief shook his head and said, "No, it's Director Lin who handles all the company affairs, and the president can't do without her. If he quits, he won't be so carefree. And the president wants to pursue her, but can't, so he can only admire her but not desecrate her. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, get in the car, I'll take you home."