The fluorescent tubes in the office building buzzed with electricity, and Chen Xuan stared at the countdown in the lower right corner of the computer - there were still 17 minutes until the project report. He pinched his brows and checked the financial data in the PPT again until he confirmed that every number was accurate. Outside the glass wall, muffled quarrels came from the office of department director Zhao Hong. Occasionally, the name "Chen Xuan" floated out, like a thin needle pricking his nerves.
"Chen Xuan, come to my office." Zhao Hong's secretary knocked on the partition, with no expression on his delicately made-up face.
The conference room was filled with smoke. Zhao Hong leaned on the leather chair, the cigar between his fingers was clearly extinguished. Next to him sat Manager Wang from the Human Resources Department. Chen Xuan noticed that his performance appraisal form was spread out on the table. The four words "work error" in red pen were piercing his eyes.
"In the tender document submitted last week, you left out key data." Zhao Hong blew out a smoke ring, "Party A questioned our professionalism on the spot, and now the project is yellow."
Chen Xuan was stunned: "Impossible, I checked it five times -"
"So what if you checked it?" Manager Wang sneered, "The surveillance shows that after you left, Director Zhao went to the computer room to upload the corrected documents in person. Now that the company has lost five million, someone has to be responsible, right?"
Chen Xuan suddenly raised his head and met Zhao Hong's half-smiling gaze. He suddenly remembered what Zhao Hong said three days ago when he asked him to make a bid on his behalf: "Young people must learn to take responsibility." At this moment, he finally understood that this was a situation that had been set up long ago.
"So you are going to let me take the blame?" Chen Xuan clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms.
"Don't say it too harshly.
