Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

On the 12th, some pictures and texts commemorating the victims of the earthquake appeared sporadically in the circle of friends. Twelve years have passed since the sorrowful natural disaster of the whole country. In this special year this year, the commemorative activities have shown a different meaning.

The country has quickly recovered from the sudden shock at the beginning of the year, and the policy to help companies bail out has been put on the agenda early, and the resumption of production and work is imminent. As it was in the past, the incontrovertible fact once again provides an understanding of our strength. The spirit of the people in this land is neither loose nor fragile.

As a wanderer, I am faced with the loneliness surrounding the sea everywhere.

My alliance is extremely loose.

A new round of meetings with Miss Pan De was scheduled for that evening. She pressured me from the beginning today. I know that data. Her colleagues at BCG must have seen it. As for this aggressive attitude...

I'm afraid it doesn't match the thing on hand.

"I want the original version." Miss Pan De said.

What I sent to her was not a document, but a photo of a few documents taken by my mobile phone facing the screen after blurring. Although I guessed what she was talking about, I still pretended to be confused: "Are you saying you need data files? This may be a bit difficult. If we can meet each other, I can bring the computer with you, take photos and save them, but send them directly to You may not be suitable."

She remained calm and refused to take my move at all: "Your data is wrong."

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows, "What's wrong? I mean, I did do some fuzzification, but we have confirmed the requirements for data accuracy before. What I provide should be Is it within our bounds?"

She squinted her eyes, and said: "What I am asking for is original and real data, and the place we have agreed to allow ambiguity lies only in the accuracy of the data."

Invisibly, she showed a trace of anger. This anger is very different from what I have witnessed before, when she was angry with me: now, she is angry with her unloyal subordinates.

I laughed. But my smile was nothing more than the reflection on the water, and it disappeared in a flash. I said: "It would be rude to question your information channels, but I still want to make some reminders-no matter where your information comes from. Yes, what I gave you is the truth."

It seems that the mouse is also not sure, and is giving the revised "real" data.

Once I got the confirmation, I felt very happy. Sure enough, there is such a person, it seems that a few more preparations are done right.

"I have some questions." Miss Pande is noncommittal, "but you have to make sure you are honest enough when answering. You see, I understand the details of your work very plainly. If you play tricks or describe the details too much Vague, I am afraid it is difficult to understand your intentions at my level. In this case, I need support... I think that is not what you like."

"Of course. I will make sure that what I say is the truth." I didn't answer the sentence after her. If a third party appears in our meeting, the risk is too great, and I would rather let it go.

She nodded and asked a few technical questions. It’s hard to die. These details are all around the changes I made. If she doesn’t have a copy of the data she got from elsewhere, I can’t believe it anyway. Assuming that the person who sold the company is the person in our department, he will be more confident about the choice of different versions of the data; but the person in the outside department must believe in the new one more than the old one.

But this kind of thing is caused by lack of life experience. Don’t see how many people are looking for a golden version of a single-player game, and those who use networked applications often pay a lot of hard work to keep an old version. Why is this?

The long white rabbits are walking around. Clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as they are.

Under my explanation, her face gradually eased, but the degree was too slight. If I hadn't been paying attention, I'm afraid I would mistake it for an illusion. In this matter, I am very calm. I vote for the name. Although most of the forms are not on the stage, I am particular about winning people's trust and ganging in. Trust is the basis of cooperation.

What I gave her was real data without quotes.

"Your explanations are very persuasive." Miss Pan De concluded, "very logical."

"The facts are of course logical. If people feel that the facts are counter-intuitive, it is probably because they have not understood deeply or broadly enough." I looked at her, "I think so."

On Wednesday, less than twelve hours later, passer-by C came to his door.

When he asked me, I knew there was a ghost in the department. I have brought so many project teams. My job is to manage the heads of each team to achieve control of the overall situation. It is only a special case to work personally on Vietnamese affairs. I often contact children because our department is not too busy. It's serious. What I bring children to reflect is more of the negligence of some managers. If he has any questions about the situation in the Philippines, he should go to the person in charge of the Philippines project team, not me.

He came to me, apparently someone secretly told me about the song, and revealed my unusual movement last Friday.

This judgment surprised me. Huilin reminded me last week, did she receive the wind, or was she just instinct?

I have the intention to find this person, but there is no way to start. There is no impermeable wall in this world, let alone them, just a few more chats with others, and perhaps some big news will be revealed inadvertently. You and me, on the surface it looks nothing, but no one knows who the obedient person will relay it to, and fall into the hands of someone with a heart. Can these messages be the last piece of the puzzle?

Therefore, the first thing to learn to be a backbone is to do a good job in self-management.

I felt uneasy. Although there was no evidence, I decided to ventilate Lao Huang first. As for the boss, I have to think about it. The big bosses are so cautious that I shouldn't stand alone.

Passer-by C does not seem to understand what management is. He came under the banner of asking me for advice. In the previous training, he performed well, and he was very good at dealing with people, contacting people in a timely manner, and having a sense of presence and understanding: but the news is only two or three back and forth, the topic Under his deliberate guidance, he turned to the Philippines project. No matter how silent he thinks this orientation is—it was a spring rain, my friend, Singapore has entered the dry season!

Now the situation is so weird, let alone the rain, I have to scrutinize any more things out of thin air. Is this person rushing to die?

I sighed and contacted Liang Heng first.

In fact, I should first contact HR for such a thing and notify his supervisor. However, the big boss's "special affairs, special affairs", don't need to be in vain. Besides, for my work, the smaller the movement, the better. Although this kind of affairs is not within Huilin's jurisdiction, the whole context is settled first. She helps to do some confidential work to ensure that the whole process is fast and stable.

Liang Heng is the chief scientist. I thought he would call someone to handle this matter. Unexpectedly, as soon as I explained my intention, he dialed the voice and took me to investigate the case online.

I haven't had any contact with him before, and I don't know that he is such a character. I could only deal with Chief Liang's various questions, while typing in the group while speaking, canceling the next meeting.

I should avoid suspicion when investigating passer-by C’s betrayal of the company’s trade secrets based on reason. But I was only halfway talking, and what Chief Liang found was crackled and sent to the dialogue window between us. He said: "I know! Jocelyn said hello, just watch it. You don't Who knows if I don't say it?"

……Brother, don’t you just do network security? What you posted is recorded.

Of course I dare not say this. He is the chief, to put it a bit exaggerated, the most valuable person in our company is him.

"Hey, yes, this grandson, knowing that files can't be copied out, uploaded this... four times in succession? It's very clear about this consciousness. But don't say that after disconnecting from the intranet, changing to an anonymous proxy, what does he think..."

Chief Liang muttered something. I know why he can pour water in our group all day long, and he talks a lot and can't hold back.

"Well, Chief Liang," I interrupted, "Do you think it's possible to get this passerby—oh, Wang Wenbin, is it possible to see what attachment he sent to BCG in his email?"

"Hey-don't, just call my name." Liang Heng said, "Beijing kid, you?"

"Hebei grew up in Beijing." I said, "Isn't he from Shandong?"

"Yes. How did you guess you?"

How dare I tell the truth, smiled and said: "Feel it."

Liang Heng also laughed twice and explained: "Well, this is ok, but its attachment is on the mail server of someone else’s mail server. It’s not worth it from the outside. You have to go around for a while. It’s not something that can be done in a few minutes. It’s much easier to see from the computer of this king, this king, and so on, but as soon as I operate someone else, I know it—it’s not appropriate to expose this matter now, right?”

"Yes." I just asked casually. After all, if I knew what he had posted one minute earlier, I could make plans one minute earlier. Seeing that the risk was too high, I changed my words: "Is the evidence we have now enough?"

"Enough, enough, proper, I pack it up and you take it to HR?"

"Brother Liang inform HR over there?" I hesitated for two seconds, thinking how to state the inconvenience of my identity.

"Sure. If you understand me, I will say I found it accidentally." Chief Liang has already taken the conversation, "Is there anything else?"

"No, thank you brother." I was stunned, almost unable to keep up with his speed, and hurriedly said, "I will invite you to dinner after unblocking!"

"Okay. Call me then."

As soon as he finished speaking, the call was hung up.

I drank half a bottle of water in one go. This person is so turbulent, even with me in a dream. That point of suspicion towards passer-by C was as if it hadn't been fully seated. I was facing the iron evidence one after another on the chat window, and I was still in the mist. I seem to be watching a play, and I seem to be watching me.

Will I end up like this in the future?

On Monday, the news of Wang Wenbin's expulsion was reported to the entire company via the HR department.