Jian Jin took a deep breath and wanted to scream.
—Then show some emotional intelligence!
But when she was about to say this, she looked at her boss, whom she had traded her IQ for EQ, and swallowed it back silently: "Just don't mess around."
**
It was an hour later that Qiao Nian found out that Lu Zhi had already arrived in Beijing.
She had just come out of the shower and casually wiped the water off her head with a towel. She dragged her chair away, but before she sat down, she saw the computer screen on the desk light up.
The message about thin waist control pops up from the small box in the lower right corner.
[Boss, Lu Zhi arrived in Beijing an hour ago! He did not bring anyone with him this time, only his bodyguards and Jian Jin.]
Qiao Nian paused for a moment as he dragged the chair away, but soon returned to normal, sat down with great determination, and picked up the phone that was charging beside him.
She lit up her phone with her fingertips, which showed two unread WeChat messages and a missed call.
Qiao Nian opened it.
The WeChat and missed call came from the same person.
It's Jian Jin who is obsessed with thin waist.
When she saw the WeChat message, she didn't rush to answer the call. Instead, she opened the message that Jian Jin sent her on WeChat first.
Jian Jin: [We have arrived in Beijing.]
Jian Jin: [Qiao, are you free to come and sit down with me?]
These two messages were sent an hour ago, which coincides with the time when the thin-waist control girl said the plane would land at the airport.
She pulled down the pure white dialog box.
Five minutes ago, Jian Jin sent another message.
Jian Jin: [We are going back to the hotel soon. I will send you the address. Come and visit me when you have time.]
The following is a location sharing she sent over. Lu Zhi is staying at the state-level hotel on Chang'an Street in Beijing. It is extremely private and has first-class security measures. Ordinary people cannot enter the hotel at all. Qiao Nian looked at the room number that Jian Jin sent her.
Tsk~ A top-level suite, very much like Lu Zhi’s style. He will never lower his standards, a typical style of a big boss who has no shortage of money.
Qiao Nian's half-wet hair was draped over her shoulders and she hadn't had time to blow it dry. She was wearing a simple home T-shirt, the neckline revealing a large area of snow-white skin. Her cold black eyes were extremely beautiful and bright. She leaned back slightly, holding her phone in both hands to edit the message, and replied to Jian Jin first.
Then Qiao Nian put the phone back to its original place, retrieved Ji Qing’s USB flash drive from his notebook, and reopened the data he had spent half a year sorting out.
Those numerical values are extremely complex, and there are many formulas that are difficult to understand. I guess only professional advanced mathematics graduate students can roughly understand the various symbolic values above.
Qiao Nian looked at it for a while, took out a notebook from the drawer, picked up the ballpoint pen that was thrown on the desk after use, opened a blank white paper and began to compare the values on it and write down some calculations on the paper...
She was always extremely focused when doing things, putting all her energy into the calculations at hand, and time passed quickly.
It's already 3:30 in the afternoon outside.
Qiao Nian wrote five pages of draft and finally came up with a number.
She lifted her pen from the paper and stared at the numbers. After a while, she used a computer to calculate the numbers she had come up with.
The numbers given by the computer are not consistent, with a difference of 0.3.
This gap does not seem big or even negligible in the eyes of ordinary people.
But in experiments, a slight mistake can lead to a huge error. Not to mention 0.3, even 0.003 may lead to completely different results.
Qiao Nian watched the result he had spent four hours calculating go down the drain. He narrowed his eyes, tore the calculation draft paper from his notebook, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
(End of this chapter)