"Chen Mo, I read your version, and to be honest - it's not as good as my dog's free time typing on the keyboard."
He remembers standing next to the projector and crushing the remote control in his hand. There were about twenty people in the office, some lowered their heads and pretended to take notes, some were suppressing laughter, and some secretly picked up their mobile phones. He wanted to retort, but his throat felt like someone was choking him and he couldn't spit out a word.
That was a plan he spent two weeks working on until twelve o'clock every night. Mr. Wang only glanced at the catalog from beginning to end, without even flipping through the content, and just threw a sentence and nailed him to the wall.
"Okay, how about I give you the position of supervisor? I'll save you from wasting the company's time here."
The laughter grew louder.
Chen Mo came back to his senses and found that Mr. Wang was already sitting on the main seat, flipping through the agenda of today's meeting. He took a deep breath and glanced at the air in the upper right corner - that was where the system interface was, invisible to others.
On the taskbar of "Time Clip. Exe", today's unfortunate events are still being updated in real time. The latest one is "9:30 morning meeting, Mr. Wang is going to make things difficult again." It was followed by a bracket: (estimated duration: 15 minutes).
