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Wang Lin looked directly at Sun Manlin's probing eyes, his expression unchanged. His voice was clear and calm: "Divination. Locate the core node of the BUG through calculation." "Bang!" There was a loud noise. Zhang Feng's palm hit the conference table hard, causing the water glass and mouse on the table to jump. He stood up awkwardly, his face flushed. Zhang Feng pointed at Wang Lin's nose and roared angrily: "Divination?! What kind of international joke are you making! Wang Lin! This is a technology company! Not a fortune teller setting up a stall on the street!" His eyes were filled with the anger of being fooled. "Using fortune-telling to locate program bugs? You are doing this to technology! To science! To all the colleagues in the programming department who work overtime day and night!" His chest heaved violently, and his fingers were shaking with anger. The intern stood up immediately and nodded repeatedly. "That's right! It's nonsense! If divination is useful, why do we programmers need it? It's a waste of time!" The tone was full of contempt. Wang Lin paused and glanced at Zhang Feng and the intern behind him, "It just means... You don't know enough." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.