When I threw Jiang Chi's design into the shredder for the 23rd time, he was soaking wolfberries in my coffee cup. This man could accurately make me submit the same proposal 0.1 Seconds before the deadline. He even bought the corgi I raised - every time I called him a "cancer in the workplace," the dog would take the lozenges he hid in my drawer.
"Su Xiaoman, if you steal my printer's ink again, I will change your computer screen saver to a photo of you wearing crotchless pants." When he patted the table, a pop-up window popped up from the USB flash drive: "Detected the 88th time the host attempted to copy the confidential files of the 'enemy'." Last week, in order to seize the "Space Hotel" project, I let all the pigeons go out at his press conference. As a result, he used a drone to airdrop a copy of "How to Live Peacefully with Idiots". The title page had a surveillance screenshot of me stealing his tie and using it as a rag.
The most amazing thing is this morning, he replaced my thermos cup with a smart cup that says "Jiang Chi is the most handsome". I sewed a speaker into the lining of his suit and played a loop of a recording of him yelling the wrong slogan during college military training. Now his office hangs the "Best Rivals" banner I gave him, and my drawer is locked with a sticky note he secretly stuffed in, filled with "Su Xiaoman's weaknesses: afraid of the dark, loves eating strawberry cake, and actually secretly compliments me on my handsomeness." These bitter rivals, who poured champagne at each other at industry summits, will probably never admit that the half piece of strawberry cake picked up by the cleaning lady after the showdown in which the tender document was thrown like a dart was actually shared between the two of them.
