The programmer and his woman

The morning light had just spread over the land, and my colleagues and I had already made all the preparations before departure. We took a taxi to the train station together, and followed the flow of people at the station, and we successfully boarded the train to J City. The carriage was bustling with people, but my heart had already drifted to J City, where I was about to start my work.

Just as the train started to move slowly, Mr. Yao sat next to me, his brows furrowed and his expression serious. He took a deep breath and said to me, "Xiao Wang, the company has had frequent personnel transfers recently. You have to be more careful and stand on the right team, so as not to be sold out one day."

Hearing this, I was startled. These familiar words seemed like a warning bell, echoing in my mind. I suddenly recalled that my former supervisor had said something similar to Xiaoyan not long ago, and I didn't expect it would be my turn so soon. I couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of urgency in my heart.

"Mr. Yao, did the new manager Sun do anything to you?" I asked tentatively.

Mr. Yao nodded, his face becoming even gloomier. "That's right," he sighed, "I've been following this project, and it's almost at the final stage. But the HR department hired a manager who specializes in police projects. I know the boss is not satisfied with my progress, but he has no idea of ​​the difficulties I'm facing. The main problem now is not that the system can't be built, but that there are always many relationships that need to be smoothed out."

I listened silently, and gradually understood Mr. Yao's concerns. In this fiercely competitive society, everyone wants to climb up, and some people will do anything to get ahead. It seems that the new manager Sun is such a person.

President Yao continued, "I haven't been doing well recently. I just made some connections in X City when there was unrest there. Fortunately, we have a branch in J City, and the manager of the branch has helped us do a lot of work in J City. Otherwise, even if we were here, we wouldn't be able to carry out this work for a while."

At this point, Mr. Yao was obviously a little agitated. "Damn it, the newly hired manager in charge of the police project actually made trouble for me at the head office. He took credit for the results of my hard work over the past few months and told the boss that the backend has been realized and you have completed most of the frontend. He also boasted that if you give this project to him, he will guarantee that the finished product will be ready by the end of the month. Bullshit! He just joined the company and he knows nothing! If it was just a technical implementation, would I have spent so much effort and worked on it for so long?"

He glanced at me indifferently, then continued with the previous topic: "Although your terminal program has no decisive influence on this project, I am working hard on the front line. If someone were to pull the ladder away from me, I would not be able to bear it. Therefore, I decided to bring you along this time. At least, this will give the other party one less point to exploit."

I was a little confused after hearing this, so I asked, "Then don't I need to develop the mobile version when I come here?"

He smiled and replied, "We are not at that stage yet. Just think of it as coming with me to see the world and have a look around. Of course, if you have other technical expertise, you are also welcome to help me with the development work."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I noticed that the client you made for Manager Sun a few days ago was based on the WM platform. It was written in C++, right?"

"Yes." I replied.

"Then do you know JAVA?" he asked further.

"Yes." I responded simply.

He seemed very happy after hearing this: "That's great. Our backend mainly uses JAVA. I can give you some modules and you can help me write some code."

Then, he began to introduce me to the other members of the team: "Xiao Wang, let me introduce you to this tall and thin kid who looks a bit like a gangster. His name is Li Mo. The dark-skinned guy with a square head is Jianguo. They are both responsible for back-end services. You may not be familiar with Li Mo, he usually travels with me. Jianguo, you should have met at the head office, right?"

Jianguo showed his honest smile and responded, "Of course I haven't seen her. I saw Xiao Wang's girlfriend yesterday. She was so pretty that it made me anxious." This made everyone laugh and the atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed.

We walked briskly to the branch office with a chat and laughter. However, when I pushed open the door of an ordinary residential building and stepped into a seemingly ordinary residence, I was a little surprised. I didn't expect that this branch office was hidden in such an ordinary place. It was not as tall and majestic as a traditional commercial building, but seemed unusually low-key.

The environment inside the room was also beyond my expectation. Although the space was not big, it was well organized. Three or four people were working hard, and they all showed the concentration and seriousness of technicians. When we approached, they all looked up, and after seeing our work badges, they all showed envious expressions on their faces. Obviously, they were full of curiosity and admiration for us colleagues from the head office.

The door to the inner room was slightly open, as if hiding endless secrets and stories. The space behind the door seemed a little dim, but it exuded a mysterious atmosphere that made people want to explore it.

What came into view was a spacious and bright office, with a simple and generous interior decoration, yet solemn and majestic. The branch manager sitting at the desk was about 40 years old, wearing a well-fitting suit, with a resolute face and deep eyes, revealing a mature, stable, shrewd and capable temperament.

However, it is not only the manager himself who is eye-catching, but also the woman standing next to him. She is wearing a sexy and enchanting outfit: the upper body is a shoulder-baring small bra, which vaguely shows her charming collarbone; the lower body is matched with a hip-wrapped miniskirt that is as short as it can be, showing off her slender legs. What's more exaggerated is that the pair of fishnet stockings looks very abrupt in this solemn office environment, as if announcing her unruly and boldness to everyone.

Just as we stepped into the room, the woman seemed to have suddenly realized something and quickly turned and left. The speed of her movements was shocking. Only a beautiful figure disappeared at the door, and there seemed to be a faint smell of perfume in the air. The whole process was short and hasty, just like a sudden dream, which made people feel puzzled.

Mr. Yao went into the room, closed the door, and started talking to the manager. I guess they were probably discussing work, but I don't know the specific content.

At this time, a programmer came over. He looked very young, with enthusiasm and curiosity on his face. He walked over to Jianguo and patted him on the shoulder. "Brother, are you from the head office?" Jianguo nodded and responded with a smile.

The programmer continued, "Brother, I heard that the people from your head office are all very skilled. I have a program that I can't debug, could you help me take a look?" His eyes were full of expectation and admiration. Jianguo also became interested after hearing this, he walked over with his head held high, "What is this? Open it and I'll show you."

When they got closer, they found that there was a problem with the database code. Jianguo pointed out the problem while reading the code, "What kind of crap did you write? The instructions are all spelled wrong. How can it run?" He smiled and shook his head, then started to modify the code.

Not long after, he modified the code and told the programmer to try running it. The programmer excitedly pressed the run button, and soon the screen showed a successful prompt. He shouted happily, "Oh my brother, you are so awesome, you fixed it for me in just one go! I spent the whole morning on it!"

Jianguo waved his hand, a smile appeared on his face, then he held my hand tightly and led me out of the office. His steps seemed particularly light, as if his heart was filled with joy and satisfaction.

As he walked, Jianguo did not forget to look back at the office, with a hint of pride in his eyes. Then, he turned around and said to me: "Did you see it? People from these small places have never seen the world!" There was a hint of sarcasm and disdain in his voice, as if he was very proud of what had just happened.

At this point, Mr. Yao's conversation with the branch manager seemed to have come to an end. They nodded to each other, and then Mr. Yao turned around and asked us to leave together. He smiled and said to us, "Okay, let's go have lunch first, and then I'll take you to the dormitory."

I asked curiously, "Do we have dormitories here?" I was obviously a little surprised by this sudden information.

Mr. Yao explained with a smile: "The boss rented this house specially for us. It was originally a policeman's house. Now he doesn't live here anymore, so the house is vacant."

I exclaimed in admiration: "Oh, the boss has such extensive connections that he can find free housing anywhere." I thought this was another display of the boss's extensive network.

However, Mr. Yao waved his hand and said disdainfully: "What do you mean by free? The boss rented this house with money, and the rent is several times more expensive than the general rent here."

I scratched my head and asked in confusion: "If it's so expensive, why do we still rent his house? We can find a cheaper place to stay outside."

Mr. Yao frowned, looked at me seriously and said, "You don't look stupid, how come you can't even figure this out? I've said it before, doing a project requires more than just strong technology, a lot of relationships must be established. Although this policeman is not a senior leader, he is also a front-line staff member we often have to deal with. If he has opinions about our system and always complains that it is not easy to use, then our system will encounter many obstacles if it wants to go online smoothly. Therefore, renting his house can not only bring us closer to him and make him have a good impression of us, but also make him more willing to cooperate with our work, which is very helpful for the smooth progress of our project."

After listening to Mr. Yao's explanation, I suddenly realized that there are so many considerations behind this. It seems that doing a project does require multi-faceted considerations and preparations, not just technical issues.

As we were talking, we followed Mr. Yao into a small restaurant on the corner of the street. Although the restaurant was not big, it was clean and tidy, exuding a warm family atmosphere. Mr. Yao turned around and said to us, "You can order whatever you want to eat!"

I looked around, trying to find the menu, but I couldn't find it on the table or on the wall. I was confused and was about to ask, but I found Mr. Yao and Li Mo standing in front of a refrigerator, pointing and talking, as if they were discussing some delicious dishes. I looked at Jianguo, and he was also confused.

Mr. Yao turned around and saw us still standing at the door. He frowned and called out impatiently, "Don't just stand there like idiots. Come over and order some food."

It suddenly dawned on me that the menu was hidden in the refrigerator. Jianguo and I walked over quickly, but when I got closer to the refrigerator, I found that it was filled with all kinds of vegetables, and there was no sign of the menu. At this time, Mr. Yao pointed at the vegetables in the refrigerator and asked us: "What do you want to eat? Order it."

I was stunned and asked at a loss: "How do I order this?"

Mr. Yao seemed a little surprised by my question. He explained, "Just order like this. When you see something you want to eat, just point it out. The dishes here are all freshly made. They are fresh and delicious."

I suddenly realized that this is what is called "ordering dishes by looking at them". I thought to myself, this is really a unique way to order dishes. But then I thought of another question: "Boss Yao, if we order dishes this way, how can we tell the chef how to cook this dish?"

Mr. Yao looked at me with interest and asked word by word, "What else? What do you want to order?" He pointed at the beans in the refrigerator and asked, "Stir-fried green beans?" Then he pointed at the eggplant and potatoes and asked, "How about three fresh vegetables?"

"Okay, Mr. Yao, we can just order these two dishes." Jianguo happily interjected.

Hearing this, Mr. Yao glared at us and said unhappily, "You are so flattering! This is not a big restaurant, why should there be so many details? In a small place like this, no matter what dish you cook, you just add some chili and salt and stir-fry it. Oh, by the way, people here like to eat chili. If you really can't eat spicy food, remember to tell the boss in advance."

Jianguo asked curiously, "What if we told him we didn't want chili in advance, what would the boss give us as a side dish?"

Mr. Yao raised his lips slightly and replied with a half-smile: "What else can we do? Of course we don't put chili in it, just add some salt and stir-fry it. The restaurants here are basically the same."

After ordering the dishes and sitting down, I found that there were only our table and the table next to us in the restaurant. I noticed that the guests at that table ordered a plate of fried red peppers. The bright red color was particularly dazzling under the light, as if a ball of flame was jumping. I couldn't help but feel a little cold. I'm afraid that eating this kind of pepper will make people sweat profusely.

The chef's cooking skills were very skillful. While I was watching the guests at the table next to me, our dishes were already served. I picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and tasted it. The spicy taste immediately filled my mouth. I quickly picked up the chopsticks and took a big mouthful of white rice, trying to neutralize the spicy taste with the lightness of the rice. However, this rice was different from what I had eaten before. It tasted a little rough and didn't have that oily feeling. It seemed to lack some soul.

Despite this, I still ate bowl after bowl, feeling an inexplicable sense of satisfaction with every bite. Seeing me like this, Mr. Yao couldn't help but smile and said, "The rice here is really different from the rice we have over there. It's more woody and not very oily, so you won't feel full even if you eat too much."

I nodded, and suddenly realized that I ate a lot today not because I was too hungry. The four of us kept eating, one bowl after another, and soon, the restaurant's big pot of rice was finished by the four of us. The boss looked at us with a surprised expression on his face, as if he didn't expect that we, a few outsiders, could eat so much.

I knew he must have been complaining about us big gluttons in his heart, until Mr. Yao paid for the whole pot of rice, and then the boss smiled happily and saw us off.

As we walked along the street, I asked Mr. Yao in confusion, "Why did the boss's expression change so much?"

Mr. Yao smiled and explained, "Rice here was originally free to refill, but since the locals eat less, the boss got used to it. We, the outsiders, ate more, so he was naturally unhappy. However, I gave him some extra money when I paid the bill, which made up for his loss, so he became happy.