I saw the man's hands jumping rapidly on the keyboard, the keyboard was knocked loudly, and one code after another was entered into the computer. His eyes were squinted, his expression was relaxed, he looked like he was playing a game, and his attitude was extremely casual.
That kind of effortless aura makes people subconsciously be convinced even though they haven't seen the result yet.
A few minutes later…
"Yes!!"
Several technicians were so excited that they jumped up from their seats and clapped their hands in celebration.
Xiang Hao's eyes lit up, and he looked at Song Wenchuan who was lazily leaning into the chair, "Solved?!"
Otherwise, they wouldn't be so happy.
Those people nodded happily, "Solved!"
"Xiao Song is always awesome!"
"Wow, I didn't expect the general manager to be so skilled. Fortunately, you are here this time. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to rely on us alone."
Song Wenchuan sneered, and tapped on the table with his fingers, "Go, pour me a glass of water."
Xiang Hao let out an 'hey' and hurried away.
I don't know why, the current Mr. Song looks casual, but the sharp look in his eyes makes people feel palpitating.
"Are you happy?"
Xiang Hao quickly held a glass of water and placed it respectfully by Song Wenchuan's hand.
He took a casual sip from the rim of his cup, and squinted at the cheerful technicians.
"The company pays you generous wages, but you can't even fix a firewall. If you have to do everything, what's the use of you? Huh?"
The man sat calmly, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and looked at the few people who bowed their heads in shame at that moment.
"Mr. Song, this—they—"
Xiang Hao wanted to say a few words for them, but was frightened by a sharp glare and immediately fell silent.
"The year-end bonus is halved, go back and review it carefully. Next time, just write your resignation letter."
His attitude was tough, and the atmosphere in the office was oppressive, and the relaxed and happy mood just now was swept away.
Xiang Hao wanted to ask if this is not very good.
I saw the men leaning on the wheelchair with a half-smile and raising their eyebrows, and looked over one by one, "What? Do you have an opinion?"
"No… "
"No, no."
"It's true that we are not capable enough. President Xiao Song said that I will work hard when I go back."
The matter that tormented them was solved in a few minutes in Mr. Song's hands.
His ability is far above them.
In this incident, they really didn't do their best. If it wasn't for Xiao Song's efforts to turn the tide on his own, the consequences would have been disastrous.
As Xiang Hao listened, he fell in admiration for Song Wenchuan.
Such Xiao Song, although very scary, is really strong!
After dealing with all this, Song Wenchuan pinched the center of his brows, feeling sleepy.
He squinted, "Push me to the lounge, I'll go to sleep first."
"Yes!" Xiang Hao didn't forget that his boss is still a sick man, and the car accident two months ago almost killed him.
Song Wenchuan felt that this sleep was very long, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed.
The familiar chandelier above his head silently told him a fact.
He passed out again.
The lounge was extremely quiet, only his breathing.
His heart was beating fast, Song Wenchuan's head was swollen, and he stood up frowning.
With a dry mouth, he reached for the water glass on the cabinet, and when his eyes touched the note pressed under the water glass, he paused suddenly.
The handwriting on the note is flying and dancing, vigorous and powerful.
To Song:
You're welcome-
Heart, fell to the bottom in an instant.
"Xiang Hao!"