Xunyang, Korean-funded Miyang Machine Tool Company.

Yang Wenjun walked along the long corridor of the company's office building to the bedroom door of Jin Xuanxun, the company's manager at the end of the corridor, and knocked on the door gently.

The factory area of Miryang Machine Tool Company is not large, there is no special staff dormitory, and all employees live outside the company. As the manager of the company, Jin Xuanxun specially got a room in the office building as his bedroom. In order not to be disturbed by others, this bedroom is arranged in the far corner of the entire office building, and ordinary employees will not run to the door of Jin Xuanxun if they have nothing to do

Jin Xuanxun is the person in charge of Miryang Machine Tool Company in the Chinese market, and his responsibilities are twofold, one is to be responsible for the marketing of products in the Chinese market, and the other is to master the core part of the technical secrets. These technical secrets are a major component of the competitiveness of Miryang Machine Tools, and the company's headquarters does not dare to let these secrets in the hands of Chinese employees. Anything that involves the use of these secret techniques can only be done by Jin Xuanxun himself.

This situation has changed subtly in the past year, and Mr. Jin has become increasingly reluctant to do menial technical work, and Yang Wenjun, a Chinese employee he has recruited, has become the best person to do it for him. Jin Xuanxun didn't remember how he fell in love with Yang Wenjun, he only felt that this young Chinese man was too caring, and he could share his worries everywhere, and he could be called his most loyal subordinate.

For example, right now, Jin Xuanxun is entangled with a dusty woman in his bedroom, and this woman is the one Yang Wenjun found for him. As a Korean, it is very difficult for Jin Xuanxun to find those hidden dust girls in Xunyang, but Yang Wenjun has such a way and can always help him find the right person. Since having these dust girls, Jin Xuanxun no longer has the intention of taking care of the company's business, and Yang Wenjun has just right to help him carry all kinds of troublesome things.

"Wen Jun, what's the matter?"

Hearing the knock on the door, Jin Xuanxun reluctantly walked over and opened the door, frowning and saying to Yang Wenjun outside the door. When I was with a woman, I was suddenly interrupted, and no one would be in a good mood.

Yang Wenjun bowed slightly to Jin Xuanxun, and said expressionlessly: "Mr. Jin just received a repair call from Chengdong Machinery Factory, saying that there was a fault in the automatic tool change system of our machine tool. I asked Chen Ying, and she said that it might be that the system is deadlocked, and the source code needs to be re-flashed. ”

Chen Ying, as mentioned by Yang Wenjun, is also a Chinese employee who is engaged in CNC systems. Yang Wenjun himself is just an assembly fitter and doesn't know much about CNC, so when he encounters this situation, he wants to ask the employees who are engaged in CNC. Chen Ying is a young girl, about the same age as Yang Wenjun, so Yang Wenjun walks around with her a lot.

"Is Chen Ying really saying that he wants to re-brush the source code?" Jin Xuanxun asked with an unhappy expression. The source code of the machine tool control system is one of the company's core secrets, and all the data is stored in Jin Xuanxun's safe.

Yang Wenjun nodded and said, "It should be like this." Mr. Jin, if you're not very convenient, I'll brush it for you. ”

"You?" Jin Xuanxun looked at Yang Wenjun and asked suspiciously: "Wenjun, do you brush the source code?" There are a lot of situations involved, and different situations need to be dealt with according to different plans, can you understand? ”

Yang Jun shook his head dryly and said, "Of course I don't understand, but I can take Chen Ying there, she should know this." ”

"No, these source codes can't be accessed by Chen Ying." Jin Xuanxun said, "Wenjun, among all the Chinese employees, I only believe that you are alone, and no one else can touch these things." I'll tell you the truth, even if I let you get in touch with these things, I'll hide it from the headquarters, otherwise the headquarters will definitely fire me. ..., Yang Wenjun said: "I know that Mr. Jin trusts me, don't worry, I will keep my mouth shut about this matter." Mr. Jin, do you mean to say that you will go to Chengdong Machinery Factory in person? ”

"This ・・・・・・" Jin Xuanxun was depressed, Chengdong Machinery Factory is located in Wuhan, and it takes half a day to take a boat from Xunyang, and it takes a day to go back and forth. If it was put aside in the first two years, Jin Xuanxun would definitely have to do something like this, but now it is different, he has been used to being waited by Yang Wenjun, and he can't stand letting him take a day's boat to brush a piece of source code. He prefers to stay in an air-conditioned house and enjoy a good wine and a beautiful woman.

"That's it, Wen Jun, I'll hand you the disk and instruction manual of the source code, and you go with Chen Ying. Remember, these materials can only be held by you, and Chen Ying is only assisting you in your work. She can only look at the parts that are relevant and not the rest of the place, you know? "Kim Hyun Hoon has finally made a decision, and a decision like this has been made many times in the past year. Yang Wenjun basically came into contact with the materials that the headquarters strictly forbade Chinese employees to access

"Mr. Jin, don't worry." Yang Wenjun replied. Jin Xuanxun turned back to the room, and after a while, he took a box of three-inch floppy disks and a manual, handed them to Yang Wenjun, and gave him some brief introductions. Yang Wenjun kept nodding his head, indicating that he had understood. After Jin Xuanxun had explained all the precautions, Yang Wenjun turned around with his things and left, and as soon as he took two steps, he heard the door behind him close heavily.

With a contemptuous smile on his face, Yang Wenjun came to the technical department, walked straight to Chen Ying's desk, and knocked on the partition of the office seat.

Chen Ying raised his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw that it was Yang Wenjun standing beside him, he couldn't help but put down his face, and asked angrily: "Yang comprador, do you have something?" ”

Yang Wenjun is a celebrity in front of Jin Xuanxun, which is something that the employees of the entire Miryang Machine Tool Company know. In Korean-funded enterprises, labor-management relations are very tense, and except for Yang Wenjun, there is hardly a Chinese employee who has not been reprimanded by Jin Xuanxun in vicious language, so everyone has a deep hatred for Jin Xuanxun, and then transferred this hatred to Yang Wenjun. From a very early stage, Yang Wenjun's eyes in China employees have been the image of a traitor and comprador, but Chen Ying is the only one who shouts like this in front of him.

Hearing this derogatory title, Yang Wenjun was indifferent, and said with a polite attitude: "Chen Ying, the maintenance work I just talked about, I want to trouble you to come with me, it's in Wuhan, and I want to go for a day." ”

"Me?" Chen Ying pointed to his nose and said, "Hey, have you made a mistake, I can't do this kind of thing, I don't know what the system source code of the company's machine tool is like." ”

"If you have a source code, can you do it?" Yang Wenjun asked.

"If there is a source disk, it is not easy, fools will." Chen Ying said.

"Then you can come with me." Yang Wenjun said.

"What? Did you get the source code of the machine? Chen Ying asked in surprise, she subconsciously lowered her voice a lot, for fear that her colleagues around her would hear it.

Yang Wenjun nodded, turned around and walked out. Chen Ying hurriedly packed up his things, picked up a small bag, and chased him out. Business trips like this are also commonplace for Chen Ying, so she has ready-made luggage at hand.

"I said Yang comprador, you really have Jin Xuanxun's trust, he dares to hand over such a core thing to you." Sitting on the boat bound for Wuhan, Chen Ying said to Yang Wenjun. She is very unaccustomed to Yang Wenjun, this is the truth, but after all, they are all colleagues in the same company, so they will not ignore it. Besides, no matter how she derogated Yang Wenjun, Yang Wenjun never got angry with her, but was always very kind, which made Chen Ying embarrassed to keep squeezing him. ..., Yang Wenjun saw that there was no related person next to him, so he took out the manual that Jin Xuanxun gave him from his bag, handed it to Chen Ying, and said, "Xiao Chen, look at this, see how valuable it is." ”

"I don't look." Chen Ying shrank his hand, unwilling to take the notebook, but persuaded kindly: "I said Yang comprador, I think you are not bad, I advise you, this kind of thing can't be shown to others casually, if Jin Xuanxun knows, he will fire you." ”

Yang Wenjun smiled slightly and asked, "Will you go and complain to Jin Xuanxun?" ”

"Of course not!" Chen Yingdao, "Do you think I'm like you, slapping Jin Xuanxun's sycophants all day long? Look at all the disgusting things you've done, I'm embarrassed to say it. ”

Yang Wenjun knew that Chen Ying was referring to him helping Jin Xuanxun find the Wind Dust Girl, which was indeed disgusting in the eyes of a girl. He didn't bother to argue too much, but insisted: "Since you won't sue, I won't sue myself, what does it matter if you see what?" ”

"Then I'll watch it?" Chen Ying said tentatively, as a CNC technician, she certainly has a deep interest in these materials, which is the core CNC technology secret of Miyang Machine Tool Company.

Seeing that Yang Wenjun had no intention of objecting, Chen Ying took the book and opened it. Yang Wenjun sat aside, lit a cigarette, and looked at Chen Ying's attentive expression, his eyes revealing a little warmth.

"So that's ・・・・・・" Chen Ying couldn't help but comment as she watched, "It turns out that they handle the quick knife change like this, it's so ingenious-...... Oops, this place is actually a layer of window paper, and it's really not mysterious at all when it is broken, I couldn't have imagined it. ”

"How's that, Xiaoying, is this thing valuable?" Yang Wenjun asked.

"What do you call me!" Chen Yingqiao's face was stunned, "This is also your name?" ”

"Isn't that what other people call you?" Yang Wenjun said aggrievedly, "This is just the first time I've called you like this." ”

Chen Ying said: "You can call it whatever others want, but you can't!" Because you don't deserve it at all! "Min