mijobooks Chapter 4 Mmm, so soft
Chapter 4 Mmm, so soft
"Shen Tingyun, I'll say it again..." An annoying, pretentious shriek rushed into Wang Lang's ears.
"If this data isn't done correctly, and our performance targets aren't met this month, you'll be solely responsible!"
Wang Lang paused, standing at the corner of the corridor, not in a hurry to go out.
He recognized the voice—it was Ma Lu, the leader of the second group, nicknamed "Dead Horse".
Wang Lang's heart skipped a beat.
It wasn't nervousness, it was excitement.
It was the kind of excitement that comes from having worked hard selling picture frames all morning only to have a lucrative opportunity suddenly presented to him by fate.
"Slapped Lai Ge Bao yesterday, 500. Exposing him once, another 500."
"If I could earn another 500..."
Wang Lang licked his lips, suppressing the smile at the corner of his mouth, and continued to observe secretly from the corner.
Shen Tingyun stood alone in the corner, her head down, her loose hair revealing the tips of her red ears. One hand was crossed in front of her chest, holding the other arm, clutching a stack of open documents.
Dead Horse Lou was still babbling on, sitting back in his chair with his legs spread apart, pointing and gesturing, his voice not loud but every word barbed.
But no matter what he said, Shen Tingyun remained unmoved, even somewhat indifferent, as if she had long been used to this attitude.
"All sycophants are the same."
Wang Lang thought to himself, although he and Shen Tingyun were not in the same group and were not particularly close.
However, within a company, whether you know someone or not, rumors about them will inevitably circulate. Sometimes, you hear gossip about someone first, and only when you meet them and their name is mentioned do you realize, "Oh—it's you!"
I only heard Zhu Ge mention Shen Tingyun's gossip once when he was listing the "scumbags in the company":
As soon as Shen Tingyun joined the company, she encountered a colleague who relentlessly pursued her. Later, this colleague was promoted to team leader and had the opportunity to choose team members independently. He selected Shen Tingyun as the first member of the team, attempting to take advantage of her position, but she was still rejected.
This weird colleague was naturally a dead horse. Later, his mentality changed drastically. He would deliberately find fault and nitpick, and his words were extremely sarcastic and mean.
He is arguably the worst person among the company's junior managers.
Even the annoying Lai Ge Bao could only come in second place.
"Making money off people like that is morally reprehensible."
Wang Lang mentally went through the process:
First, find a pretext to intervene, then expose one of his weaknesses to provoke him.
If a scoundrel dares to make the first move, or even points his finger at you and curses you, then you can claim it's "self-defense."
Wang Lang flexed his wrists, did a set of stretching exercises, and repeatedly recalled the explosive power of the one-inch punch he had delivered yesterday.
Cough cough--
Clearing his throat, Wang Lang took a deep breath, pushed off the ground, and walked with a brisk pace.
"Give it to me."
Wang Lang took the report from Shen Tingyun's hand and glanced at it—it was filled with dense numbers and tables, and he couldn't make heads or tails of it at first glance.
But he didn't intend to look at it; the document was merely a pretext for his intervention, not his weapon.
【The Eye of Heaven - Seeing Through】
[Consumes 100 Heavenly Spirit Points]
[Seeing through the target: Ma Lu]
[Flaw Type: Feint]
[Key Information: Deception, setting traps, coercion]
He really is a scumbag. The fake information he used probably refers to the data in that document, and setting a trap is definitely one of Dead Horse's usual tactics.
What does coercion mean?
It's so hard to guess—it can't be that he's using performance reviews to coerce someone into dating him, can it?
Pooh--
Wang Lang felt reassured, spread the documents on the table, and casually circled an area with his finger. "Team Leader Ma, could you please double-check the data here?"
Dead Horse's expression changed slightly, very quickly, but Wang Lang noticed it.
"What data? What's wrong?"
"You should know that." Wang Lang lowered his head, glanced at Dead Horse, and then flipped through the document.
After a moment's thought, Dead Horse turned and called out, "Team Leader Lai... Lai Bao, take charge of your team members... Where are they?"
No one answered.
Ma Lu turned around and met Wang Lang's ambiguous smile. Suddenly, he realized that this kid was coming for him. Did he want to take Shen Tingyun from him?
"This is our group's matter, you..."
"I didn't mean anything by it, but..." Wang Lang lowered his voice, "Everyone in the office knows what you're thinking."
Dead Horse's expression changed. "So they really came for her."
He raised his chin, about to say something to salvage the situation—Wang Lang spoke first.
"Team Leader Ma, have you finished checking that data?"
The tone was one of request, but the demeanor was not.
"I said, this is our group's business." Dead Horse's voice was completely lacking in authority.
"This is your team's matter." Wang Lang nodded. "I'm just a little curious, the company strategy has been adjusted, what did you use to create this data? Old requirements?"
Dead Horse's face stiffened.
"Or is it a cancelled order?"
Using rejected orders as performance evaluations for team members—isn't that inappropriate?
"Or is it that Shen Tingyun's performance evaluation isn't based on data, but only on whether you're happy?"
Wang Lang didn't consider himself good at showing off, so he used every witty and offensive remark he could think of.
"Don't go too far."
Okay! That's exactly what I've been waiting for.
"Team Leader Ma, please don't misunderstand. I just wanted to help my colleagues improve their efficiency..." Wang Lang smiled, a hint of sincere provocation in his smile.
Dead Horse's jaw muscles tensed as he stared intently at Wang Lang.
That's about enough. If we urge him a little more, they'll probably start fighting.
"To avoid doing useless work," Wang Lang added.
Dead Horse Lou's back was stiff, and the veins in his neck were throbbing.
For those two or three seconds, the air tightened like a taut string—
then……
The string broke.
Ma Lu immediately went limp, forcing out a smile that was more like a grimace:
"Fine, since we're just colleagues helping each other out, I won't say anything. As for the data issue... we'll check it ourselves."
Wang Lang's five outstretched fingers suddenly disappeared, and his tone carried a particularly sincere disappointment:
"Oh, forget it?"
Dead Horse looked up at him, his expression blank for a moment—What are you disappointed about?
Wang Lang shook his head, turned around and took two steps back, returning the document to Shen Tingyun.
As he walked, he kept muttering to himself, his voice low, just loud enough for Shen Tingyun to hear—
"Number one on the scumbag list... not even worth five hundred yuan..."
"What a jerk!"
Dead Horse Lou probably didn't hear, but his arrogant demeanor had completely vanished. He looked at Shen Tingyun and said, "You go ahead and get busy."
Shen Tingyun said nothing, picked up the document, turned to the page with the false data, folded a corner, put it on Si Malou's table, and left.
Wang Lang caught a glimpse of Shen Tingyun's folding motion and was somewhat speechless: He hadn't expected this person to be so vengeful.
Shen Tingyun's actions implied: I know you used fake data to trick me. I even know which page of data it was; I remember all of that.
You're the team leader, you can say whatever you want, but I—
I won't listen, I won't listen, you're just spouting nonsense.
……
At the other end of the corridor, Zhu Ge stood there holding two cups of coffee, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.
"Lang, are you really upset?"
Wang Lang took the cup from his hand, took a sip, and said, "No. I was selling a secondhand item this morning when someone took a picture frame for free. I'm just venting my anger."
As soon as I finished speaking, a voice flashed in my mind:
[Host's rebellious behavior detected - Exposed]
[Degree of Reversal of the Heavenly Stems: Slight]
[Rewards are being distributed...]
[Reward: 100 Heavenly Spirit Points]
Current Celestial Strength Value: 3300
Why is it only a small amount? Shouldn't such a good deed be richly rewarded?!
Including the 100 spent on "Insight", Wang Lang hadn't earned any coins and mentally punched himself again.
"I'm going back to my workstation now." Wang Lang's adrenaline was subsiding.
He turned on his computer and sat down in his chair. Wang Lang stared blankly at the screen, growing angrier the more he thought about it.
I worked hard all night for nothing, and this morning they ate and took everything from me.
I finally caught the number one scumbag on the list, but after talking myself hoarse, the system only gave me 100 points.
Ugh, it's all that damn horse's fault! Be a little tougher! Scold me, hit me!
This is truly an unlucky year; Wang Lang wished he could slap himself twice.
As soon as she raised her hand, a milky fragrance wafted over, followed by the sound of quick, light footsteps.
When Shen Tingyun arrived, her hair was already styled and covered her ears, but her cheeks were flushed.
Standing at her workstation, Shen Tingyun pursed her lips and simply said, "Thank you."
"It's nothing." Wang Lang suppressed his emotions about losing 100 million and waved his hand nonchalantly.
"This white peach oolong tea is quite delicious, would you like to try it?"
As she spoke, she handed over two pink and white tea bags held in a pair of delicate white hands.
"Okay, I'll definitely try it to see if it has a milky flavor."
"Um?"
"Oh, a rich... tea aroma... yes, a tea aroma." Wang Lang quickly corrected himself after making up an excuse.
Shen Tingyun politely extended her hand: "Actually, we've never formally met. My name is Shen Tingyun. 'Yun' is the bamboo radical, and the bottom part is the evenness radical. I sprained my ankle last time I was on fieldwork. Thank you so much for the Yunnan Baiyao, it sprayed all over..."
"My name is Wang Lang, and I'm a member of the fourth group led by Lai Ge... team leader."
Wang Lang interrupted Shen Tingyun's reminiscence and reached out to gently place his hand on the tip of her delicate hand.
Well--
So soft—
Wang Lang had been single for 26 years, and this was the first time he had ever touched a girl's hand...
"Ahem, the groups we were assigned to are both pretty...unfortunate." Wang Lang quickly changed the subject.
Shen Tingyun pursed her lips and didn't say anything, but gave a knowing smile.
Zhu Ge stood there for a while before finally finding a chance to interject: "Um, you forgot your coffee."
"Zhu Ge, a member of Group One," Wang Lang introduced, adding a touch of sarcasm, "He joined the company three years earlier than me. He was the one who referred me after I finished my master's degree. Considering our company's turnover rate, he's considered a senior colleague."
After exchanging a few polite words, the three parted ways. Zhu Ge leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Old rascal, does she have feelings for you?"
"no."
"So you're interested in her?"
"No," Wang Lang said, his heart aching at the thought of money. "Women will only slow down my speed in drawing my sword."
"cut!"
"Seriously, I don't want any of that bullshit love right now, I just want to make money."
"Wearing pants makes you speak with confidence." Zhu Ge turned and went back to his workstation.
Zhu Ge didn't really understand, since everyone had been poor for so many years.
Why did Wang Lang suddenly become so eager to make money?