The manâs hand flew quickly across the keyboard with a tapping sound. One code after another was entered into the computer. He narrowed his eyes, and his gaze was relaxed as though he was casually playing a game.
His confidence was convincing even though the results could not be seen yet.
A few minutes laterâ¦
âYes!!â
The technicians around him excitedly jumped up from their seats and clapped their hands in celebration.
Xiang Haoâs eyes lit up as he looked at Song Wenchuan who was lazing in his chair. âHas it been resolved?â
If not, the technicians would not be that happy, right?
The technicians nodded their heads, âYes!â
âPresident Song is amazing!â
âWow, who knew the President was so skilled. Itâs lucky you were here; otherwise, we would have been no help.â
Song Wenchuan laughed and knocked on the desk. âGo fetch me a glass of water.â
Xiang Hao said, âOkayâ, and quickly scurried away.
For some reason, the current President Song looked relaxed but his gaze made oneâs heart tremble.
âAre you guys really happy?â
Xiang Hao quickly returned with a glass of water and he placed it beside Song Wenchuanâs hand with respect.
He placed the glass to his lips and took a sip as he looked at the happy technicians.
âThe company pays you a generous salary, yet you canât even fix a firewall. If I have to do everything, whatâs your purpose? Huh?â
The man sat there calmly with a smirk as he looked at the embarrassed group.
âPresident Song, theyââ
Xiang Hao wanted to speak up for them, but he was immediately rendered speechless by the manâs sharp gaze.
âYour end-of-year bonuses will be halved. Go home and reflect on yourselves. If this happens again, then you better prepare a resignation letter.â
His attitude was tough as the officeâs atmosphere grew tense. The relaxed vibe was immediately gone.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Xiang Hao wanted to say that this wasnât too good, but then he saw the man sitting in the wheelchair with a smirk as he looked at each person. âWhat? Do you have an opinion?â
âNoâ¦â
âNo, I donât.â
âMy skills are indeed limited. You were right, President Song. I will go home and study hard.â
President Song resolved the matter which had stressed them for so long.
His skill level was far beyond theirs.
This time, they had indeed been of no help. If President Song hadnât pulled them out of this crisis singlehandedly, the consequences would have been dire.
Xiang Hao listened and his respect for Song Wenchuan grew.
Although he was frightening, he was indeed impressive!
After handling this matter, Song Wenchuan furrowed his brows and felt a little sleepy.
He squinted his eyes. âPush me to the nap room. Iâm going to get some sleep.â
âYes!â Xiang Hao did not forget that his boss was still a patient; the car accident from two months ago almost took his life.
â¦
This nap felt extremely long for Song Wenchuan. When he woke up, he discovered he was lying in bed.
The familiar light above his head told him one thing: he had fallen unconscious again.
The nap room was very peaceful. All he heard was the sound of his own breathing.
His heart beat quickly and his head felt heavy. He furrowed his brows and sat up.
His mouth was dry so he reached out his hand to grab the glass of water on his bedside table. As he grabbed the glass, he noticed a note underneath it and suddenly paused.
The handwriting on the note was strong and full of vigor.
âTo: Song. No need to thank meâ¦â
His heart immediately sank.
âXiang Hao!â