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She didn't wait for me to answer, showing a little imperceptible smile, and said: "It may not be wise to pretend to be innocent at this time... How do you know that your expression has not betrayed yourself in the first place?"

Between battles, we are not tired of fraud. This is a truth that foreigners understand, why would I...how did I believe her?

I gritted my teeth secretly and forced a smile: "This is a more serious accusation. You know, we are talking about a former employee of our company who is suspected of breaking the law. I don't think I have any relevant interests in this incident, so much so. I want to blame him."

"I won't say that you are putting on blame." Her right ring finger gently brushed her eyebrows, her eyes lifted, and there was a vivid beauty. "Perhaps you are more like a warm-hearted character, providing clues to the inspectors, or even letting relevant people. Realize that it is necessary to set up an inspection team. Anyway, I have no way to know the exact truth, do I?"

I laughed at her ironic words: "Are all your BCG judgments based on fantasy?"

"Let us make it clear, both you and I know that you are not my only source of information." She was silent.

"So what?" I stared at her. "Because I feel that you have any other channels, I guess blindly from the company to force this person to become my own scapegoat?"

She asked back: "Is your company looking for data leakage?"

I gasped.

Okay, very good, you can, I remember you.

I pressed my temple with one hand, trying to maintain the surface calmness: "I didn't get Wen Bin to be kicked out of the company. I don't have the authority. I heard that he was expelled for betraying the company's trade secrets, frankly. To be honest, I don’t know much more than the content in the notification email. Considering the current situation, I do think that the person contacting him is from BCG... Is this guessing weird to you?"

She made a little nasal noise, and did not answer my words: "This thing is very interesting... my curiosity is hard to stop."

"I may not be able to satisfy your curiosity."

"You don't need to do that." She smiled slightly, "it will be satisfied naturally."

I raised my eyebrows and didn't speak.

"Sometimes I am confused, why your focus is always very slightly different from others? I have repeatedly emphasized the keyword'Philippines' to you many times, and when we talked about the candidate for the CEO of the new company, Sang Jie was the first person to be excluded by me." She looked at me as if she was saying something extremely interesting, "His rank is similar to yours, and he is a pioneer in the Philippines, but I deliberately excluded. For anyone else, I think they will guess Sanjay first."

"So I'm not the only candidate?" I interrupted her.

"I don't remember what exclusivity I promised." She was very calm.

I nodded, it doesn't make sense to care about this.

"I had a little suspicion because of this. Am I so bad at persuading others?" Her eyebrows raised, as if to question me, "The answer is no. I can't help but wonder why there is With such a deviation, why is your focus only shifting so small, but you can hit the bullseye?

"You have additional information channels, don't you?" She squinted slightly, her pupils appearing deeper, "How did you buy Sanjay?"

My heart moved, it was Kevin. The other person is Kevin!

They felt that Sanjay was persuaded by me-I said how low his sense of existence has been since then. It is not only Sanjay who chose to hide his capacity and bide his time, but Kevin's repulsion and deliberate emptiness have also contributed to the flames.

No wonder An Ning got his blue eyes. Only An Ning in their department is an outsider. To say that An Ning has a close relationship with Sanjay, An Ning is obviously the one who is the furthest away, and it is difficult to transfer any benefits.

"This is even more lack of evidence." I sneered, "So BCG's specialty is to use thought as evidence, right?"

She still laughed: "This is a personal attack."

"No, of course not!" My body is very wide. "If you feel offended, I'm sorry-but it sounds like that. You have no evidence. One moment I said that I framed Wen Bin, and then another. I wooed Sanjay-where did the evidence go?"

"So you are denying it?" She looked at me with a frost on her face.

My head is lowered. I can't get angry with Miss Pan De, whether it is provocative or reasonable, I can only stop at it. But I managed to win the trust, and I couldn't fail because of this. I must dispel her suspicion...what should I do?

"Kevin is not my favorite person in the company." I said.

She was a little surprised and motioned for me to continue.

"It may be a bit arrogant," I said, "but I think we are a department that needs so much professionalism, and the top leader should be good at both technical work and management. Of course, his work is always beautiful, and I won't do it because This kind of prejudice of my own feels that he is inadequate-but I will value Sanjay more."

"So, if we throw an olive branch to Sanjay, do you think he will refuse?"

"No, no." I shook my head, "I don't know him that much. It's just that when I think about new sources of information, I feel that choosing Sanjay is too repetitive. When Yao and Sanjie choose the former, in order to maximize the benefits, the next person will either be selected from ordinary employees who can provide data, or I will contact a higher level."

She touched her lips: "You make sense."

I pressed my lips, feeling a little nervous.

She finally spoke again: "Then who did you guess?"

"I didn't make any guesses beforehand." I didn't have any expression, Yu Guang paid attention to my small picture, "but now I will guess Wen Bin. He works for BCG, right?"

Miss Pan De frowned slightly: "I don't know. Do you think that is the case?"

"I think-that is not in my scope of work." I said.

She was obviously satisfied with the answer.

Miss Pan De's indirect admission made me think more about it. She also asked me a very scary question tonight: Is the company tracking down data leaks?

I'm not worried about myself. Although it cannot be said that I have fully complied with every clause of the employment contract, what I have done as of today is completely legal. If it was because I was afraid that the big boss would not trust me enough, I would not take this job anyway at the time. What I was worried about was being demolished by the river.

Some employees have done such a thing, and the work of tracing the data leakage must be arranged. But when she asked, it was more like suggesting something-although passer-by C was almost invisible, he was somehow Kevin's person. Will he be just a single seedling? Or is it something that he handed over the data to BCG by someone instructed in advance?

Things are terrible when you think about it this way.

When did Kevin get on line with BCG? Surely it won't be earlier than me, and the fountain pen may still add fuel to the fire. But in terms of weight, Kevin is much heavier than me.

Where are they? Isn't Kevin not afraid that the big boss will put him in the army?

This Sunday is Eid al-Fitr, the holiday is postponed one day, and the first meeting with BCG next week will be changed to Tuesday morning. The Thursday conference is still reserved, so that the interval between the two meetings will be very short. The rhythm of BCG will not change at all. In order to cope with their deliverables, we have to increase the intensity of work.

Now it's just enough to maintain, and if you have to catch up, you can't see any extra space anymore.

On Friday night, the three of us met, and all of us had a stinking face. In the video with worrying resolution, our faces were already earthy.

Old Huang rubbed his forehead. He hasn't cut his hair for two months, and his head has grown into fluffy weeds. It reminds me of those science boys in the college entrance examination class who study hard and have slightly blue eyes. My high school is an international class, and there are very few male classmates with regular hair styles.

This association makes me feel a little distressed for Lao Huang. The two cubs in his family must have had a fallout this time. There are four people in the family, two adults avoiding meetings, and two children holding a tablet to go to school. How to allocate space so as not to disturb each other is a matter of knowledge. I don’t know where my sister-in-law is. It’s easy to speculate about the location of Lao Huang: He appears on the balcony every time in the video. Sometimes the weather is too hot and he can even be seen wiping sweat.

A good father willing to sacrifice. Why don't you get my sister-in-law's blue eyes?

"I want to make one thing clear." Old Huang's hand finally let go of his forehead. "Recently, everyone has been working very hard, especially the colleagues who need to contact BCG. I personally think that I have already paid 100%. One hundred and two hard work. But even so, our delaying tactics did not have much effect. After the framework was passed, not only BCG, but also the internal workload of the company, to cooperate with them, gave a certain tilt."

"agree."

The boss also nodded.

"Okay, do the three of us have reached a consensus? At this stage, it doesn't make much sense to artificially create difficulties for BCG." Lao Huang sighed, "And honestly, I might look like something now. The stubborn establishment."

"The establishment is very good." I said.

"Don't lift the bar." He glanced at the bottom left corner, probably looking at me.

"Do you have any ideas, about future actions?" the boss asked.

I motioned to Lao Huang to speak first, but he thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "I have tried my best. The people at BCG talk about technical issues with my team less and less, and their judgment seems to be more inclined. Yu, our side is a matter of position-of course this is also a fact. I feel that we have no room to move forward."

"Yao?"

Hearing the roll call, I took a breath. I'm not a universal plaster, where is the disease, and what is the situation of the boss now, I have to ask a question mark. I refused to say, and shook my head slowly.

The boss had a rare expression, and said with a wry smile: "It looks like we are in a deadlock."