The new intern at the company was a lucky charm.
They said that wherever he went, good fortune followed.
My team and I worked nonstop for ten days and nights to put together a detailed market analysis report.
He offered to double-check the data for me, but secretly changed the market growth rate from 5% to 50%.
No one expected the report to be presented at a meeting by the CEO's wife, winning us a massive investment.
But the good times didn't last. The figures were wildly inaccurate, the project blew up, and the company lost over a hundred million.
When the board demanded answers, Song Ming spoke first, his eyes reddening as he whined softly:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Shen. I just thought a bigger number would bring us better luck."
His wife immediately stepped in front of him and gave me a cold look.
"Jiang Xubai, you're the project lead. You personally signed off on the final figures. Now that something's gone wrong, you're actually blaming the intern?"
I was so furious that I suffered a heart attack on the spot and was rushed to the hospital.
Song Ming volunteered to look after me there, but accidentally pulled out my breathing tube.
As my consciousness faded completely, I heard him sobbing through his tears:
"It's all my fault for being so stupid. Otherwise, Director Jiang wouldn't have died."
His wife merely patted his hair indulgently.
"It was his fate. It has nothing to do with you. Don't blame yourself."
When I opened my eyes again,
I was back on the day Song Ming came to the company for his interview.