Lin Zhaoxi went upstairs with Manager Zhang. She carried the cardboard boxes and was brought into a separate office.
She was very anxious all the way. During Lao Lin's work, she never came to his office, and just now she heard some spoilers from the front desk lady, so she was afraid of seeing unexpected situations.
But when she stood at the door, she was slightly relieved.
Lao Lin's office is a bit messy, and there are a lot of draft papers, which can be found under the window sill and beside the desk. But generally speaking, it is not too exaggerated, and the office still looks clean and tidy.
"I came here mainly because of Lao Lin's situation. We were afraid that he might not have taken some important things with him." Manager Zhang said.
"His important things?" Lin Zhaoxi put down the box at the door, "The first is me, the second..."
"Second?"
"His talent." Lin Zhaoxi smiled, "So he should have taken it away."
Manager Zhang was amazed: "Does Xiao Lin have a boyfriend? I have a son who is worthless..."
Lin Zhaoxi knew he was joking, shook her head, and continued to visit Lao Lin's office.
There is a large bookcase in the office, beside the bookcase is a single sofa and a small coffee table.
There is a half-drunk cup of tea on the coffee table, and the tea soup is already cold. Manager Zhang sat down on the sofa, took off his glasses and wiped them. From his angle, he could almost see the green trees and the bustling road outside Baiye's window.
"I haven't sat down much before." Manager Zhang put down his glasses, leaned back on the chair, and let out a very comfortable "ah", "Comrade Lao Lin is good at everything, but he can't get rid of the petty bourgeois sense of pleasure.
Lin Zhaoxi was flipping through the draft paper that Lao Lin put on the table.
Some of the drafts are work-related and some are casual proofs. There are even some questions that look like junior high school Olympiads. Lao Lin wrote down the questions and answered them one by one very seriously.
Lin Zhaoxi's first reaction was that Lao Lin wouldn't go back with her, would he? Otherwise, why do I suddenly want to do elementary school Olympiad questions...
She nervously picked up the stack of draft paper, wanting to see any clues.
The Mathematical Olympiad question that Lao Lin was working on was a deformed itinerary question. She glanced at the content after the "answer".
- Long-term memory is unimpaired, formulas are remembered clearly but have difficulty using them.
That was Lao Lin's handwriting.
Lin Zhaoxi's heart tightened, and she looked at the answering process.
Lao Lin used the answering method that only children would use, first writing the formula, and then the step-by-step answering process.
There were obvious obliterations in the answer, and Lao Lin seemed to be a little annoyed to obliterate a few lines, and then re-wrote.
Even so, he still did it very meticulously, and even used arrows to remind himself some number replacements, so he completed the whole question with such difficulty.
The last is the self-criticism.
Lin Zhaoxi understood that this was a self-test of an Alzheimer's patient and mathematician's ability that he was most proud of.
He probably knew very well that he was no longer qualified for the job, so he calmly resigned.
Manager Zhang said slowly: "I was thinking about what you said just now, and what you said was correct. Lao Lin is indeed talented."
Lin Zhaoxi held Lao Lin's draft paper and turned to the next page.
"I've been in this business for a long time. It's not like I haven't seen the kind of person who is very sensitive to numbers, or has excellent ability, and can clean up any account for you, but Lao Lin is different." Zhang The manager squinted his eyes, as if feeling that the sun outside the window was too strong, "When we first met, it was the year you moved to Yongchuan, right?"
"Well, four years ago."
"Old Lin was old at that time, and he didn't have any work experience in a big firm. He graduated from high school. I remember very clearly that he was an accountant in a shopping mall in Anning?"
"He has actually done a lot of work, because he is lazy, so he just wrote one on his resume."
Manager Zhang was stunned again, and after a while, he shook his head: "It's something Lao Lin would do."
He licked his lips, stood up familiarly, opened the door under the bookcase, took out the glass and tea pot, and went to the drinking fountain to make a cup of tea for himself.
"I don't know why the hr back then was selected for the interview, and he passed it somehow in the end." Manager Zhang sat down with tea, the tea soup was very hot, so making tea probably meant something.
Manager Zhang: "Anyway, he just entered the firm. I remember very clearly that on the first day of his internship, we received an audit task. The leader said that a listed company entrusted us to audit a company they wanted to acquire. We took Four college interns and your dad went to the office to see that more than a dozen sacks of ledgers were piled up in the whole room."
Manager Zhang said in a cadence, "Uncle really didn't lie to you, he didn't even have a place to stay. The college students just screamed 'what's the age' and 'why do companies still record accounts manually'."
"Then what?"
"Then assign tasks. Although Lao Lin is old, he is also an intern. We will send him to draw certificates."
"ah?"
"It is to extract the key registration documents for accounting, such as wages, bank receipts, invoices, etc. The total amount is huge and the number is amazing, so it is generally used in a spot check." Manager Zhang paused, "My statement is not very strict. , you roughly understand."
Lin Zhaoxi nodded.
"In short, this is a basic job in the auditing industry, and university interns can also do it, don't you think?"
"It should be simple, but it's not so simple."
"We are also teachers with interns, so we have to check their work every day. At that time, the audit happened to be five years of accounts. Including Lao Lin, there were five interns in total, and one person was in charge of one year. My position at that time was not as high as theirs. , and was assigned to instruct them.” Manager Zhang picked up the teacup, “I went into the office that evening, and your father was alone, and he was standing almost where you are standing now, flipping through a book that is not under his control. 12-year certificate."
"Did you scold him?" Lin Zhaoxi turned over a page of draft paper and chatted with Manager Zhang.
"Cough" Manager Zhang said: "At that time, I wanted to point out some problems that he didn't understand clearly about his duties at work, but when he saw me, he said something—"
"Old Zhang, is there a problem with the account?"
Manager Zhang shook his head, keeping his secret: "He asked me 'Do you have the qualifications for forensic identification'?"
"Judicial audit?"
"A huge financial fraud case." Manager Zhang is very serious. "Every account is fake. The company itself is a Ponzi scheme. It has been doing this for five years."
"How is this possible?" Lin Zhaoxi felt unbelievable, "How did he see it?"
"Is it the talent you said?"
Lin Zhaoxi still shook her head: "I don't understand."
"The problem lies here. This is a commission of judicial audit appraisal, and my firm, including myself, has no judicial appraisal qualifications. We even thought it was commissioned by other companies." Manager Zhang ordered the coffee table, He emphasized, "If we look at the accounts for a few days, we will definitely find all the problems, but once the "Audit Report" we issue goes to court, it cannot be used as documentary evidence, but only as an expert opinion, which can easily be refuted."
"Losing the case?"
"This possibility is not ruled out."
Manager Zhang spoke very cryptically, but Lin Zhaoxi suddenly understood. This time, it was a deliberately arranged audit activity that might lead to losing the lawsuit. The purpose is to let the criminals who host the Ponzi scheme escape the law. It's hard to say exactly which link went wrong.
"Just because of this sentence." Manager Zhang looked at the ceiling, "I sat in the office above, and your dad sat in this office."
Lin Zhaoxi slowly put down the draft paper in her hand: "I don't even know about this."
"I don't know if it's normal, but it's quite dangerous." Manager Zhang blew on the tea leaves. "I found out later that Lao Lin spent a day to go through the accounts of the dozens of sacks by himself. Do you think this is a human brain or a computer?"
Lin Zhaoxi thought for a while and replied, "Computers are also invented by human brains."
Manager Zhang looked at her: "Xiao Lin, you don't have a boyfriend, right? My family really has a son. He is 18 this year and is in his third year of high school."
Lin Zhaoxi: "..."
Manager Zhang took a sip of tea, and was so hot that he almost cried out. He put down his cup, picked up the half cup of herbal tea that Lao Lin had drunk on the tea table, and mixed it. He didn't feel disgusted at all.
Lin Zhaoxi laughed, Lao Lin's good friend seemed to be as interesting as him. She was just about to speak, but at this moment, Manager Zhang asked casually in a leisurely tone: "So, if a person like Lao Lin suffers from that disease, is it considered God's jealousy?"
There was a thin sound of running water in the air.
Manager Zhang put down his glass and sat on the single sofa.
Lin Zhaoxi looked at him, and said slowly, "The day he was diagnosed, we also went to eat noodles together." She put down Lao Lin's primary school Mathematical Olympiad, "He told me that everything in the world can happen to anyone Body, no big deal."
Manager Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Old Lin has a lot of courage."
"Your po is pronounced as pa, I can recognize it."
"I'm actually pretty sad."
"I see."
"From that day on, I knew that Lao Lin was different from me. But we have been together for so many years, and he seems to be no different from me."
"You want to say that you are out of the crowd."
"It's still you young people who are educated."
The heat from the cup of green tea on the tea table has faded to the point where it is almost invisible, and the streets are sparsely populated in the afternoon.
Lin Zhaoxi looked at Manager Zhang, he probably felt so sorry because he was really sorry.
Although Lao Lin always said "it's not a big deal", Lin Zhaoxi thought that this was the only thing she could not accept all the time.
What Manager Zhang saw was Lao Lin who could go through all the ledgers in one day, but what she saw was Lao Lin who might change the world.
But for so many years, in order to take good care of her, Lao Lin did too many things that had nothing to do with mathematics itself, wasting his best years as a mathematician.
And when she finally had the opportunity to open up Lao Lin's past, what she saw was almost the same helpless things—academic plagiarism and expulsion.
She knew there must be something inside this, and it might even have something to do with the respected Professor Feng. But now that Lao Lin suffers from Alzheimer, there probably is no room for change.
As he clearly knew, he would just slowly forget everything, and finally go to death.
Lin Zhaoxi turned the draft paper on the table back to the first page, watched Lao Lin's self-judgment, and asked Manager Zhang, "Can I take this stack of draft paper with me?"
"sure."
"Thank you." Lin Zhaoxi squatted down, opened the cardboard box, and wanted to put this stack of draft paper in and carry it away together.
Sure enough, the cardboard box was filled with draft paper that Lao Lin had taken from the office. No wonder the weight was astonishing, but there was nothing else.
Lin Zhaoxi sorted out the Olympiad questions that Lao Lin had done, then she looked down and saw the top sheet of paper in the carton.