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"I want to apologize for my curiosity first." I was prepared long ago, and my purpose tonight is to get her to bite and make another request for the data. It's just that I have suffered too many losses in her hands before, so I can't be too vigilant at this moment.

I was reading the second, and I was silent for two seconds just right, as if I had just swam back to the shore from thinking, and asked: "As for what you are interested in, the data of our company in the Philippines three years ago-in fact The point is not which year or which region is it?"

Miss Pan De was a little surprised, but her gentle smile immediately dilutes it: "This is an amazing and instructive hypothesis."

I raised my eyebrows. She has rarely used this kind of wording that is equivalent to not being said, and it seems that I caught her off guard.

As soon as her voice fell, no one spoke again. Silence is more powerful than people think, and almost no one can escape this curse. Miss Pan De was the first to lose, and smiled: "Seriously, when will you come to our BCG interview?"

This is my guess by default.

She may also deliberately give me a step down. Although extremely fragile, there is still a verbal partnership between us after all. If it is not a matter of principle, Miss Pan De will not embarrass me too much. I didn't open it up, and said modestly: "I will take it as a compliment. Thank you."

"But I still want to get what I named." Her tone became cold, looking at me, as if suggesting, and then saying, "When you go shopping, you don't want the sales consultant to hold the 2 yards. Come here with pants, and you obviously wear size 0, right?"

She is so tall that she only wears a size 0? How thin is this waist? My focus was completely in the wrong direction, and then I realized that I was laughing. This smile is really out of place. Miss Pan De is pressing me. Isn't it a provocation by her?

Unexpectedly, she was stunned, and for an instant she showed a vivid expression that could only be seen in private. But then she stopped, cleared her throat, and said, "Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

"Of course." I said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I don't do anything illegal."

"You don't need to break the regulations." Miss Pan De said, "I only need data that is not unique, but can explain the development trend. You should be able to grasp this scale for a long time in the front line."

I paused. It seems that she has considered this issue.

Today we are all prepared.

I thought about it, but the speed was even faster than before, and I refused to reveal the slightest flaw: "It sounds reasonable. After all, it is part of my job to cooperate with you to get the optimization solution to the ground as soon as possible, and I have no reason to refuse."

Her alienation has softened: "When will I receive your new mail?"

She wants to solidify the evidence? I originally planned to pass it through other means. After listening to her, I postponed the time later: "How about before the next meeting? I still need to do some basic processing of the data."

"I will look at my schedule." She did not agree. I heard the sound of the mouse buttons ringing from time to time. Later, she said, "Is it all right next Tuesday night? May 5."

"Of course." It is unnecessary to accumulate rejections on trivial things like meeting time. I agreed without checking. After closing a few documents, I squinted my eyes and prepared to take up the thread.

She didn't seem to plan to hang up immediately. Miss Pan De looked at the screen for a while, and it was hard to tell where her attention stayed. I just noticed her eyes, occasionally sliding from top to bottom, sometimes from left to right. Maybe you are looking at some documents? She should have been in charge of several projects at the same time, and it is not necessarily that she is preparing to kill other companies. I was a bit hesitant to remind her.

Miss Pan De's eyes stopped moving. It does not mean that she has not changed at all: her hair and posture on the office chair have not changed, but I just know that she and I are still in communication. If I speak, she will give feedback during the delay; If I don't move, she will come and ask me.

Did I really flirt with her?

My heart moved, I don't know where the wind came from. Her angle has not changed much, but I just know she is looking at me.

"It looks like your eyes are very tired recently." Miss Pande closed her eyes and rubbed her eyebrows. "Or are you just relaxing when you see me?"

She started to misuse the words again, what "see me", we are a meeting, a meeting!

I will not allow any ambiguity between us, and immediately said: "I'm sorry, I have lost my temper. I will take care not to make such mistakes in meetings again."

Miss Pan De looked at me. It's hard to tell what the actual meaning of her smile is. It may just be a habitual disguise: "So...is this your strategy in the future? Business work?"

"I thought you didn't want to be friends with me." I kept quiet.

"I thought that sentence was aimed at my clients..." She smiled but couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy, "And you, Yao, are you not working for me? Or'working' with me, In your words."

I still watch my nose and my heart: "I just want to try to do my job well."

"Okay." She answered this very quickly, with a sense of anger. As soon as the voice fell, she might feel that it was not right, Miss Pan De immediately constricted her expression, and said alienatedly, "Let's do it today."

Changing the data is very simple, but it is difficult in which direction to work hard.

Unless it is a report at the end of the year, or the current project encounters similar obstacles, our department generally seldom goes forward to read documents. Specific to those data three or four years ago, the number of daily access to core documents does not exceed double digits.

This document is undoubtedly the certificate of submission that I gave to BCG. Only when we really join the partnership can the cooperation between us be truly established. As for whether people will kick afterwards, I will still say that the gentleman’s agreement is to cross the river and demolish the bridge. Invert black and white.

But I'm really afraid that Miss Pan De will sign the contract for me.

Now that there is this level of scruples about oral agreements, it is too reasonable for me to have reservations. She is suspicious, and without real evidence, she can only stay at the level of suspicion. Fortunately, there is no possibility of such a cooperation that is clearly written in black and white. I wandered in the cracks, frightened and irritated.

What would happen if she was caught one day?

If we had won and she found out afterwards, she would be very angry, right? Without warning, I thought of how she was on the sofa that day. And that hug...

This is oxytocin, it is science, not me. At least it's just my body, not me.

I force myself to persuade myself and ignore all reactions that shouldn't occur.

If obfuscated data can meet BCG's requirements, then when we first talked about this matter, Miss Pande's attitude should have been relaxed. She must have made other preparations, but it is difficult to say what this preparation is, whether it is a person or an information channel from outside the company. I have to grasp her clues to be at ease. The combination of worthless pieces has become a priceless treasure. This kind of story is too common in information warfare.

The background port that Lao Ye opened for me can only be accessed after two authorizations. It is very troublesome to operate. I don't check it every day. However, I have been preparing for this battle for a long time, and the tracking range has been roughly circled. Miss Pan De accidentally helped me a little-people with a waist of a size 0 must wear pants of a size 0, otherwise the waist is not the waist, the legs It's not the legs, and the designer's cutting is wasted.

The model in the Philippines is relatively independent, and the rat hiding in the sewer can only appear in the corresponding file vaults.

who can that be?

At the regular department meeting with managers on Friday, I once again emphasized the importance of the online work reporting process. Now I am a typical "enemy of the company" in the department. But this is what the junior staff have seen after all. At the level of a manager, even if you can control your eyes and your mouth, you will still have some guesses in your heart.

In department meetings, Lao Huang's plays are usually quite perfunctory. Today, he is not dedicated to his work. He was typing with me while having a meeting, so he didn't directly announce that we were chatting in private.

Recently, my sneaky typing skills in video conferences have become more and more proficient. Just as the key thing has been finished, I will talk to Lao Huang about the training for next week. This is the first time I have been an online speaker. He has previous experience and gave me some advice.

"Yao." I was suddenly called. Quietly, I maximized the interface of the video conference. With an expression of concentration from beginning to end, I listened to the teachings of the boss.

"The overall problem of the third party in the Philippines is still serious now. Do you think it is possible to sort out the context as soon as possible? We can do a brainstorming and tell the technical department colleagues about the detailed functional requirements before mid-May." Boss said. Very calm.

His attitude towards people has not changed much since we met. After listening to him, I was still a little dazed, thinking that I was just a manager, and the time was set back when I reported to him. I was stunned for a second, then said: "Of course. I will make sure that this work goes on smoothly."

He hasn't asked about this kind of thing for a long time, what's the matter?

The boss nodded and asked about the situation of others. The attention of colleagues turned to the other side along with the meeting process. I am the only one who doesn't move.

I am more than motionless. I was frozen in place by sudden shock and suspicion.

In theory, I am solely responsible for the business in such places. Taking into account a certain balance of power, even though this is not necessary, I still write a briefing to the boss every week, which is also my own review and summary. This is just a cutscene. Both he and I knew it well, so the boss never mentioned anything about it. I thought he wouldn't watch it for a while.

Why did you ask today?

And why is it the Philippines?