5 Midnight accompaniment
Gu Yanzhi did suspect that there were spies within the group.
But when he saw his boss's response, he was still shocked.
The winter sun is clear and warm, Li Zhicheng is wearing a light-colored casual suit, standing in front of his desk, handsome and quiet. The original documents and miscellaneous items on the table were neatly moved to the bookshelf on the side, and in their place were more than a dozen button-shaped miniature cameras with a dark color. Li Zhicheng was still holding a very strangely shaped instrument in his hand, his long cold eyebrows frowned lightly, and he was very focused on debugging.
Gu Yanzhi picked up a camera and looked at it in front of him: "Don't tell me, you plan to put these in the working group?" β
Li Zhicheng's eyebrows did not move, and his slender fingers continued to fiddle with the instrument flexibly.
"As you said, you've put the object of suspicion in the working group." His voice was as flat as water.
This answer is considered an acknowledgement.
Gu Yanzhi has always been a bold master, and if you think about it, the spy has to be found out quickly and ruthlessly, and he can't be restrained. However, he thought that Li Zhicheng might not know much about the relevant legal system, so he said directly: "Okay." But I'll arrange for someone to do it, after all...... It doesn't have to be legal, you and I don't have to get our hands dirty. β
This time, Li Zhicheng paused, raised his eyes, and shifted his gaze to him: "Do you think I'm ignorant and blind?" β
Gu Yanzhi thought for a while and replied seriously: "Not sure." He laughed.
Li Zhicheng threw a piece of paper to him.
Gu Yanzhi looked down, good guy, it turned out to be a floor plan. It is the single-family office building and staff dormitory building that the working group will occupy soon. The locations where the cameras are installed have been marked by him, most of them are conference rooms, office areas, remote corridor corners, entrances and exits...... There is really no encroachment on the lot of the employee's **, but it is very densely distributed. Basically, as soon as the team members leave their resting room, they are under 360-degree surveillance.
"It's not legal illiteracy, it's not legal illiteracy at all." Gu Yanzhi changed his words and praised him, and pointed to the instrument in his hand, "What is this?" β
Li Zhicheng put the instrument on the table and inserted his hands into his trouser pockets: "Signal detector." Seeing that Gu Yanzhi was still looking at him puzzled, he opened his mouth and added: "Within the scanning radius, once someone uses mobile phones, radios and other equipment to send a signal, it will be detected, and the signal will be blocked within 0.08 seconds." β
Now Gu Yanzhi understood. Because he had ordered the members of the working group to hand over their mobile phones and use all designated phones. If there are spies who secretly pass on the news in the past few days, they can catch turtles in an urn.
It's just that high-tech means are good, but ......
Gu Yanzhi was silent for a moment, and nodded very thoughtfully: "Okay, very good." Since you came, our group's security work has risen to the level of spy warfare. β
This was a bit of a joke, but Li Zhicheng was obviously unmoved, still bowing his head and sorting out his treasures.
Gu Yanzhi also left him. He was still there, and just about to walk out of the office, he heard Li Zhicheng's low voice as if talking to himself: "......"
At first he didn't hear clearly, and it took a few steps out of the office before he reacted. The guy was saying, "Soldier, do whatever it takes." β
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Lin Qian is also secretly observing whether there are any spies in the working group.
This is the first meeting of the Working Group. More than a dozen people sat in a large conference room, waiting for the arrival of Gu Yanzhi, the nominal team leader.
Except for Lin Qian, they are all old fritters in the workplace, and they greeted each other affectionately for a while, and Lin Qian also introduced himself. It's just that she looks at everyone quite normally: a female supervisor in her early thirties in the administration department, a young technician in the technical department, and a middle-aged manager in the production management department......
Soon Gu Yanzhi came with his secretary, still looking like a slightly arrogant boss. He was not verbose, concisely emphasized the current grim situation, said that he would personally grasp the whole process of handling the crisis, and then gave a lot of encouragement, saying that as long as the difficulties are successfully overcome, everyone will be the hero.
After listening, everyone looked solemn and confidentβat least on the surface.
Finally, it's about assigning tasks.
The head of the administration department, who was the deputy leader, announced the division of labor on his behalf. Some people are responsible for media liaison, some are responsible for government public relations, and some are responsible for advertorials......
Lin Qian was the last, and the assigned job was - chores.
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On the first night, the working group stayed up all night, even including Gu Yanzhi. After intense discussions and revisions over and over again, the initial crisis response plan was finalized by dawn.
Gu Yanzhi ignored public opinion and insisted that Aida be the first to stand up and apologize, and recall all problematic products and bear losses. And he envisioned a greater force than Lin had originally thought: absolute secrecy beforehand, press conferences on an unprecedented scale, and strong public speeches...... It must be a blockbuster, so that consumers are deeply shocked, and it also directly stunned and caught competitors off guard.
Lin Qian was a little in awe of Gu Yanzhi.
Under the guidance of this policy, everyone began to rotate in a high-intensity continuous manner.
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At eleven o'clock the next night, Lin Qian worked overtime in the office alone.
No one is iron-clad, and in the evening of this day, Gu Yanzhi finally let everyone go back to the dormitory to rest and fight again tomorrow. And Lin Qian wanted to finish the photocopy and binding of the brochure used for the press conference, so he left it at the end.
The winter nights in the south are a bone-chilling cold. The office is large and open, and the air conditioning is not so effective, so the security guard in charge of the building has burned a charcoal fire early for everyone to keep warm.
Speaking of the security guard, it is Li Zhicheng's subordinate, Lin Qian's fellow countryman, named Gao Lang. In the past few days, I have also helped Lin Qian a lot, ordering and delivering meals, changing water and moving materials.
In the middle of the night, Lin Qian sat by the charcoal brazier and roasted his hands. Outside the window, the night was dark and gloomy, and there was silence, except for the printing and photocopier, which made a low, continuous sound of operation. But on the contrary, it seems that the office of Nuoda is colder and quieter.
After a while, someone came.
It was Gao Lang, carrying a heavy bag in his hand, pushing the door in with a breath of cold air, and walked up to her: "Why haven't you gone back yet?" β
Lin Qian smiled at him: "It's almost there." β
He escaped from the contents of the bag and handed it to Lin Qian: it was four sweet potatoes, not big, but round.
"It was sent from my hometown, it was very sweet. Are you hungry? Grilled and eaten! Bury the fire on the edge, very quickly. β
Lin Qian was so pleasantly surprised, she was really hungry, and thanked her repeatedly. Gao Lang smiled honestly, and didn't dare to stop in this office for long, so he turned around and left.
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As soon as Li Zhicheng walked to the door of the office building, he smelled a strong fragrance.
As soon as I turned my head, I saw Gao Lang's kid squatting in the security room, munching on roasted sweet potatoes.
Li Zhicheng opened the door and walked in, Gao Lang jumped up like a spring, and stuffed the remaining sweet potato into his mouth: "Battalion commander...... Oh no, manager! β
Li Zhicheng nodded, didn't say much, sat down beside him, picked up a sweet potato from the charcoal ashes and ate it.
Kill one quickly.
Li Zhicheng looked up at Gao Lang. Gao Lang didn't understand it, and looked at him with wide eyes.
Li Zhicheng: "Is there anything else?" β
Gao Lang smiled "hehe": "The rest was sent to Lin Qian." β
Li Zhicheng looked up at the second floor where the lights were still on: "She didn't leave?" β
"Well, I'm working overtime. It's hard work, she's a young girl. Manager, don't you think that the boss of our company must be very exploitative and picky. β
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Lin Qian was so bored waiting for the printer alone, so he took out a copy from his bag and read it.
Halfway through the sight, the smell of sweet roasted sweet potatoes in the air became more and more distinct.
Okay, right? She thought so, her eyes still fixed on the book, and she reached for it with one hand. The round sweet potato was in my hand, and I realized that it was hot and burning.
"Oops!" She threw the sweet potato away, her brow furrowed instantly, and she shook her hand desperately in the air.
Nima is so hot!
The sweet potatoes that are charred on the outside and tender on the inside roll and roll to the feet of a person at the door. Then it was picked up by a pair of slender hands.
Lin Qian looked up at the comer.
He was wearing a black jacket today, the color of which accentuated his eyebrows, and his fair complexion exuded a cold breath (*). Like a slender bamboo, it was quietly there.
"Li Zhicheng? What are you here for? β
Li Zhicheng glanced at her, his gaze stopped on her fingers that were burned red, and then walked to the side expressionlessly and put the sweet potato on the table.
"Take the documents for Mr. Gu." He replied.
In fact, he remembered to read a few documents by himself, asked Gu Yanzhi, and said that there should be no one in the office at this time, so he took the key and came by himself.
Lin Qian glanced at the badge hanging around his neck, which was indeed allowed to enter and exit this building. So he nodded, and was just about to ask him about the specific content of the document, when he suddenly reacted, and his hands were still aching!
"No, I'm going to have to go underwater." She stood up.
At this time, it was close to the early hours of the morning, there was a faint wind blowing, the trees in the distance were rattling, and most of the buildings in the park were turned off their lights, and it was dark. The corridor is even darker.
Lin Qian was originally about to go out, but after just one glance, he was a little frightened.
She turned her head to look at Li Zhicheng.
He stood still, quiet and composed.
"You come with me." Lin Qian said with a calm expression.
He looked at her quietly.
Lin Qian's reason is of course very sufficient: "Although Mr. Gu sent you to pick up the documents, there are a lot of confidential information here, and I can't let you stay here alone." Come with me. β
Li Zhicheng glanced at her, turned around, and walked out of the office first. Lin Qian immediately followed.
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At the end of the hallway, there is a row of sinks.
The overhead lamp has been turned on by Li Zhicheng, warm and yellow, shining on the smooth surface of the pool. And he stood beside her with his hands in his trouser pockets.
Lin Qian was very satisfied, reached out and turned on the faucet, the water jet gushed down, and she stretched out her finger.
"Shhhh
Good ice.
There is no heating in the south, and the temperature of the water in the water pipes in winter is really no different from ice. Lin Qian just rushed for a while, and felt that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he retracted his hand and was about to turn off the faucet: "It's cold, okay, go back and wipe the toothpaste." β
"Keep rushing." A deep and powerful voice rang decisively in her ears, "At least five minutes." β
Lin Qian was slightly stunned and glanced at him with slanted eyes.
Still expressionless, handsome and upright like a sculpture under the lamp. Perhaps because he said this with a commanding tone, his eyebrows seemed to be a little sharper.
It's so real......
Lin Qian didn't say anything, looked down at his watch, and really stretched his fingers back under the cold water column, gritting his teeth.
And Li Zhicheng's gaze moved silently from her frowning brow to that finger. The water was clear and shining, and the girl's fingers were very white and slender, but the burned parts were red as if they had been smeared with paint.
Li Zhicheng glanced at it, then looked away and cast his gaze into the distance of the vast park.
Five minutes later.
Lin Qian looked at his watch from time to time, and as soon as the time came, he immediately reached out and turned off the faucet, not one second more, not one second less.
She looked down at her fingers, then held them up to show him, and a very sweet smile bloomed on her face at the same time: "Thank you! It really worked. β
He glanced at her and nodded indifferently.
Lin Qian said again: "Look, it's completely frozen, and I don't feel any pain." After saying that, he smiled sweetly, and without waiting for him to respond, he turned around and walked to the office.
Li Zhicheng stood in place, watching her walk away, and secretly bent that finger. After a moment of silence, his grim face finally smiled and walked into the house without hurrying.
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Back in the office, Lin Qian, for the sake of prudence, still called Gu Yanzhi at midnight: "Mr. Gu, I'm sorry to disturb you." I'm in the office, and Manager Li Zhicheng just came over and wanted to get a few documents to confirm with you. β
Gu Yanzhi's voice on the other end didn't sound sleepy, but it just had a little bit of a smile that made Lin Qian feel inexplicable: "Li Zhicheng...... Manger? Well, I arranged it, give it to him. β
Lin Qian sorted out a few documents, handed them to Li Zhicheng who was standing aside, and said, "The brochure is still being printed, wait a few minutes, I'll give you a copy after I count them all." Let's sit down for a while. β
Li Zhicheng didn't say a word and sat down opposite her.
The room was very empty, and after sitting facing each other for a while, Lin Qian said, "Let's eat the sweet potatoes." β
Li Zhicheng raised his eyes and glanced at her, his eyes were quiet. Lin Qian thought that he didn't want to eat, and was about to say that I would eat it myself, when he heard his low voice: "Hmm." β
Lin Qian only had one finger injured, and it was still okay to peel a sweet potato with both hands. Carefully just finished peeling the sweet potato, and when he looked up, Li Zhicheng had already eaten it.
The two of them sat opposite each other in front of the charcoal brazier, he still looked like a tall horse, only in his big hand with clear bones, holding a sweet potato, accompanied by chewing, the tiger claws in his ears moved, looking handsome and gentle.
Lin Qian's heart moved. In the end, the intersection is very shallow, although curious, it is not good to ask him why he left the army and came to the enterprise. Just casually asked, "Are you adjusting to your new job?" β
He paused, and his voice was unfazed: "It's okay." β
Lin Qian nodded, and stopped asking.
After eating one quickly, Lin Qian was also full. Seeing that he also stopped eating, he said, "I don't eat anymore, I'm full." Dispose of the rest if you can eat it. β
So he silently and quickly disposed of the remaining two.
Lin Qian finished sorting out all the information, yawned, and then took a brochure to him: "Okay, it's all right." β
He held a thick stack of materials in one hand, standing still, looking at her with a sparse look in his eyes.
Lin Qian blinked: "Anything else?" β
"I have burn cream." A clear and slightly indifferent voice.
The author has something to say: Okay, let's go to the first small theater in this article first-
The small theater pays off
After a long time, Lin Qian remembered the fate of the first acquaintance and asked Li Zhicheng: "Hey, why did you offer to borrow me scald cream that night?" He was so paralyzed and cold-faced, and his occasional enthusiasm really flattered her.
Li Zhicheng was reading the documents and raised his eyes to look at her: "Sweet potato." β
Lin Qian was puzzled: "What sweet potato?" β
Li Zhicheng raised his eyebrows again, and patiently continued to explain: "I ate your sweet potato." β
Lin Qian was slightly stunned, and finally understood.
Dare to ...... He's just reciprocating his grievances......
"Then it's going to be someone else, and you eat sweet potatoes, and you'll also borrow his scalding cream, right?"
A smile appeared on Li Zhicheng's face and replied, "Of course." β
Lin Qian was depressed for a while, but he was not depressed again. Who told her to throw him sweet potatoes? This is fate!
Remembering another question, I asked again: "Why didn't you suspect that I was a spy at that time?" β
"Intuition."
Lin Qian was suddenly depressed, what kind of answer is this, well, she is used to getting along with such a man who is silent day and night.
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Go to work the next day.
Li Zhicheng and Gu Yanzhi had a short meeting and walked back to the office together.
Li Zhicheng suddenly asked: "Why don't you believe that Lin Qian is not a spy?" β
At this time, Li Zhicheng and Lin Qian were not together, so Gu Yanzhi was open-mouthed and replied nonchalantly: "Isn't this unclear?" Although Lin Qian has a lot of ghost ideas, she looks like a chaste and arrogant martyr, how can she do such a thing? β
Li Zhicheng was silent for a moment and smiled slowly: "Indeed." β
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See you tomorrow at 12 o'clock at noon.
Due to the early stop and rewrite, I feel that the clicks have dropped sharply, which is really sad, and there is a sense of loneliness that the scenery is no longer good...... The bitter ink waved the flag and shouted, and the geese plucked the feathers and left comments, so that Lao Mo felt that your enthusiasm was still there~~