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After hearing the affirmative answer from Kevin, I was silent.

The prince appointed by the group is the COO, and Kevin charges for his enemy and then finds me as a helper. Everything is a matter of course. However, this should not be the original plan, at least in the beginning, the situation was definitely not the case.

What kind of role does BCG play in this game? Was it just that only the prince's horse head was the thug of Zhan? I don't have time to think about it, but I understand to a certain extent that Kevin may be a temporary leader, his position may not be stable, and what he said may not be credible.

Thinking of this, I asked: "Does the COO want to see me?"

"I would think the answer is yes." Kevin looked at me.

My eyes are slightly closed.

To trade the name certificate.

"I'm thinking you shouldn't mind having a small'initiation ceremony'?" His gentleman's manners gradually couldn't cover the ubiquitous affectation. "The relationship between people is always dynamic. Building trust and giving each other is indispensable. As for me, I think I have shown enough sincerity, what do you think?"

"Of course." I maintained my business expression, "What can I do to prove myself?"

He was obviously very satisfied with my pleasure: "I believe Sonia is asking you for a document recently."

My heart sank.

He laughed: "That's what we want."

"Is it possible that Sonia just told you that I rejected her request?" I sat up a little bit, but didn't want to show too much aggressiveness, so I calmed down.

Kevin moved his eyebrows: "Is it possible that I just told you that you need to show some sincerity?"

"From the perspective of authority, you shouldn't have access to these materials." I'm as gentle as possible.

"And you can." Kevin said, "That's why you should give it to me."

I hold the forehead. A trace of the hair on the forehead fell down, and I didn't care about it either.

Kevin taught me insidiously: "I know you are very good at dealing with people, Yao, very good at it. I am sure you know my professional style well, so my advice is, we skip you and perfuse me, I'll just play with your drama and go straight to the topic. It is very boring to see through each other—"

He paused for a moment and looked at me: "No sense of accomplishment."

I tucked my hair. He must have thought about how to deal with me a long time ago, and his conversation was only gradually paralyzing me in the process of temptation.

I didn't expect him to have such a side, and as he said, I have no sense of accomplishment.

But it may depend on the specific person...

I think of Miss Pan De, and feel a little calm in my heart.

I said: "I can't provide you with something like that."

Kevin tilted his head and his eyes were torch: "Of course you can."

Seeing that I was silent, he said again: "You think about it again-think about it now."

I sighed: "There is nothing to consider."

"So this is your bottom line?" He laughed. "You named your bottom line'cowardly'?"

I did not look at him: "I thought we had a similar bottom line, called'legal' or something. We should have talked about this a few months ago?"

Kevin put down the spoon: "You know, there are many kinds of laws in the world. Enactment laws, case law, felonies, misdemeanors, public prosecutions, private prosecutions, contract law, and contract provisions that violate labor law...when you talk about' When it’s legal, if you don’t elaborate on your understanding, it’s hard for me to understand what the bottom line is."

I cleared my throat slightly: "Sorry." And held up the water glass.

After a while, I subconsciously followed his words to talk, but fortunately, I stopped again before the words were spoken. But the stage that can give me play is only limited to the small side. I have difficulty even turning over. How can I control Kevin's rhythm in turn?

After swallowing the water, I asked: "Is it possible to change the conditions?"

Kevin stopped smiling: "I hate bargaining."

I stared at him, unwilling to let go of any details: "The COO asked for this by name?"

"You have to know that we do things for people, provide a service, and get paid for labor. This is the essence of our work." Kevin said, "Sometimes the information can be very expensive and it is enough to offset your compensation."

Seeing that I couldn't find the depth, I took a step back: "I'm sorry, Kevin, I have no intention of offending. This is an impossible thing for me. Forgive me for my limited ability."

He is messed up.

Although it was only a momentary change, and Kevin covered it up very well, I still noticed his rhythm that was disrupted by me at that moment.

Who is asking for this data? Who can give orders to Miss Pande and Kevin at the same time?

But he quickly regained control of the home court. Kevin stared at me warningly for two or three seconds: "No negotiation. Are you joining or quitting? I'll give you a few minutes to think about it."

consider?

I've been thinking about it for a week, so where is the reason to grind the gun?

But I still picked up the fork in silence, raised it halfway, and dropped it again as if I realized that I couldn't start. Rubbing the tablecloth with his hand, the sharp corner of the fork just touched the goblet, making a sound.

My hand shook again and put the fork in place.

"I'm sorry." I apologized quietly. Kevin still had sharp eyes, and he could see that he was doing this deliberately to keep the pressure on me, and I still pretended to be upset and unable to calm down.

The big boss's explanation is very clear. Kevin is the best entry point, and in order to catch him, I must prove that I have the ability and at the same time be easy for him to control.

Now is the moment to illustrate my meekness.

I took the napkin and pressed it three or four times on my mouth. I took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "Can I ask one more question?"

Kevin glanced at me, still cold, nodded slightly.

"Do you believe in tranquility?"

He reacted very quickly. First, he looked at me warningly, then slowly said, "You can trust it."

"And she agrees with you on the bottom line?"

"Yao."

After he called me, he didn't speak any more.

I lowered my eyes, stopped approaching, and said, "I will hold a small party at home next weekend. Ning is one of my guests."

Kevin only thought about it for less than a second: "Got it. Do you want to invite me?"

The suspicion hidden deep in my memory was confirmed in this way. I felt heavy for no reason, and smiled and said, "I think it's better for you to be absent."

Regarding Jessica, Anning might not be so innocent.

But she doesn't lack anything, so why take the risk?

"Alright. I don't want to be an uninvited guest." Kevin didn't seem embarrassed at all, "So your bottom line is still very flexible."

I acted like I was listening: "Really?"

Kevin’s smile is not without irony: “Having a flexible bottom line always gives people more choices. For example, you can use various methods, splitting steps or secretly swapping concepts to change those that are beyond the bottom line. Things become in line with the bottom line."

I am still respectful: "People generally call this despicable."

"I would call it wise." Kevin looked at me.

After the dinner, we tacitly didn't mention where to go to chat for a while, presumably Kevin didn't want to spend the weekend on intrigue with me.

I connected the recording pen to the adapter, put on the headphones, and checked the recording effect on the phone. Miss Pan De seemed to be still busy, strolling along the Singapore River, with the mechanical replay of Kevin and me in her ears, and a huge emptiness was born in my heart.

At first, I just vaguely felt the throbbing of the internal organs in the chest cavity.

It was as if it was going fast all of a sudden, and the blood was rushing under the spur of the heart. I felt my heart beating faster, pressing my hand on my neck, and I couldn't notice the change-then I thought it was a panic.

But what am I panicking?

Emptiness has always been the first to appear before people in the form of "nothing". As if it was just a bright and bright place in the space where thoughts and memories were surging, it was temporarily vacant, until more and more emotions rushed and settled, and the original residents crowded into a narrow ball and left vacant. The place where it is falling gets bigger and bigger, and finally becomes a seal in the seal, a cage of unbreakable air.

My pace is getting faster and faster.

How could I become such a person.

I have been calculating peace from the very beginning. Of course, I can deceive myself. I can say that I only count her as an influencing factor. I am only considering it. I am just trying to explore the full picture of the dynamic in the constant change, and she happens to be part of the whole picture...

From the very beginning, I used her as a chess piece.

Is Anning surprised and disappointed me? Not to mention whether I am qualified to have expectations of her. Her advancement and retreat and stand are only the choices of adults. If I don't understand her, it is better to ask me if I understand myself.

Scorching white light appeared on the river bank, and the city's light pollution seemed to ignite a river at night. In the cold illusion, the fog and smoke seduce each other, which should have the momentum to disturb people's hearts, but the heat made me invisible. Those fantasy smoke evaporated and fled before it assembled. The car broke through the air, and the jogger circled around to avoid me, with a reflective warning tape tied to his arm, showing a shining color.

Where does the light come from?

I took off the headset. I was almost leaving, wearing a pair of high heels, running wildly, as if running away. But I didn't run after all, I just walked fast, fast, like a single passerby who sometimes feels dangerous in the night road.

The situation of the third party is complicated, and it is too unrealistic to make simple changes to invalidate the information. Complex changes, huge workloads, and high risks, and the ultimate recipients of this information may include people within the group. Once I checked it afterwards, I basically said goodbye to this stage.

How critical this data is, it is clear in my place. Moreover, it is very directional. Once it flows outside and initiates an internal investigation, I am afraid that it will not take me three minutes to lock it. Of course I can take some countermeasures: but if you ask me, I just feel superfluous.

The night became so long for the first time, and I was hesitant to take out the key at the door, as if I could deny the darkness of the room without opening the door.

I don't know how many times I have turned out the phone.

She hasn't returned to me yet. I'm afraid I can only drink the fish soup by myself.