Monday mornings are usually busy.
After completing several tasks assigned by Zhang Yingfang temporarily, Dong Yiqing took some time to sort out her thoughts and first selected a few reports that she thought were important from a table of materials waiting to be viewed. These reports are related to the work content that Zhang Yingfei temporarily assigned to her last week.
After watching it intently for twenty minutes, an operational data report for the first half of the year caught Dong Yiqing's attention.
The person who wrote the report, whether intentionally or unintentionally, did not indicate in the report the mathematical formula of the selected indicator that should have been clearly defined.
Coincidentally, Dong Yiqing had just calculated this indicator once overtime last weekend and still had some impression of the numbers. After all, she has been dealing with mathematics for many years, and her years of study have given her a keen sense of numbers.
The numbers in the report seemed much larger than the numbers she calculated.
She quickly pulled out the form she made from the computer, and sure enough, it was exactly the same as her judgment.
She quickly opened the search website and found the calculation formula she had used in a moment.
But there's nothing wrong with her formula.
Dong Yiqing copied a worksheet in his eel table, entered the numbers in the report one by one, and skillfully clicked the mouse a few times. eel automatically generated a downward trend curve from the numbers in the table. .
Dong Yiqing looked at the two pictures in eel, they were exactly the same.
She then put the curve graph in the report next to the computer screen to compare. Although the two graphs were both downward trends, the graph she made was steeper, while the graph in the report was smooth.
Why are the pictures drawn with the same numbers completely different? Dong Yiqing fell into deep thought.
She held the pencil and slowly drew circles on the calculation formulas. As she was drawing, an idea suddenly flashed in her mind, and she changed the mathematical calculation formula in one of the eel tables.
When she pressed the Enter key, she found that the numbers in the table also took on a new look.
Dong Yiqing held her breath and concentrated, selecting all the numbers in the table and generating the image again.
A new picture that was exactly the same as the picture in the report slowly appeared on the screen.
Dong Yiqing already understood what was going on, and the report fell from the table to the ground.
Three words were clearly written on the cover of the report: Che Lizi.
Just as Dong Yiqing was stunned when she looked at Che Lizi's name, someone behind her suddenly coughed slightly.
She turned around when she heard the sound, only to see Che Lizi in professional attire standing behind her.
Due to the lack of part-time work in the past, Dong Yiqing only had two sets of professional attire, one of which was hastily purchased while doing translation work at an exhibition.
Since joining the job, Dong Yiqing has only two sets of interchangeable outfits, so when she gets home every day, no matter how late it is, she has to prepare the clothes for the next day, but she has been reluctant to buy another set of professional attire.
Che Lizi is the complete opposite to her. Although they are both interns, her dressing style is quite bold and hot. In addition to changing into different professional suits every day, she also has to wear different hairstyles, makeup, and matching shoes and clothes every day. Bags are all different.
Five days a week, she wears various styles of professional attire every day, sometimes aloof style, sometimes people-friendly style, sometimes ladylike style, and sometimes cute student clothes.
As a girl, Dong Yiqing finds it a pleasure to see Che Lizi dressed up every day.
Today is Monday, and the company has a regular meeting, so Che Lizi wore a stable and decent dark brown professional suit. The slim cut made Che Lizi's already perfect figure even more graceful.
But what caught Dong Yiqing's attention now was not her suit and figure, but the string of dark blue gemstone necklaces worn on Che Lizi's fair and slender neck. This necklace is almost carved from the same mold as the necklace Dong Yiqing saw in Zhang Yingfei's villa.
It's just that the one Dong Yiqing got was emerald green, while the one Che Lizi got was ocean blue.
Before Che Lizi could speak, Dong Yiqing had already bent down to pick up the report from the ground and handed it to Che Lizi in a friendly manner: "Did you make this report?"
Che Lizi glanced at the report and asked, "Isn't there a name written on it?"
Dong Yiqing ignored the unfriendly tone in her tone and turned directly to the chart page: "There may be something wrong with this chart."
"Everything I make is checked many times, and there is no way it can go wrong." When Dong Yiqing said that what he made was wrong, Che Lizi immediately denied it, "And I studied law, so I am very rigorous."
"I didn't say you weren't rigorous, but you did make a mistake in your calculation." Dong Yiqing pointed to the formula on the computer screen and asked, "Is this the formula you used when calculating this indicator?"
Che Lizi glanced at the screen haughtily and snorted, answering Dong Yiqing's question.
"If you are also using this formula, then the two numbers in the denominator of this formula should be added, that is, the number at the end of the month plus the number at the beginning of the month, rather than subtracting." Dong Yiqing paused, "That's why we The reason why although the data used is the same, the graphs drawn are different.”
Hearing Dong Yiqing point out the flaws in her work, Che Lizi's face turned red. She looked at Dong Yiqing angrily: "Who said I made a mistake? There are many different calculation formulas for that indicator. You It’s American, and I’m using German standards, so there’s no way it can go wrong.”
"Whether it's German or American," Dong Yiqing didn't understand why Che Lizi didn't want to admit her mistake, and said softly, "the numbers in the denominator should be subtracted."
Che Lizi's face changed color, her fingers touched the necklace intentionally or unintentionally, and she suddenly changed her words: "Mr. Fei asked you to bring him the information from January to June this year immediately."
"But these materials were specially asked by President Fang for me to read and sort them out," Dong Yiqing opened her company email in confusion, "If President Fei wants the information, why didn't he send me an email or call me?"
"Oh, you are so funny," Che Lizi put his hands on his hips and raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Fei and Mr. Fang are so busy. Do they need to send them a special email to talk about such a trivial matter? Just take it if you are told. There are so many. thing?"
Dong Yiqing thought for a while, picked up the landline phone on the table, and just as he was about to press the button, Che Lizi pressed the tongue stopper on the phone and said with an unhappy expression: "You still want Mr. Fei to come and talk to you about such a small matter in person?" Did you say that?"
"I'll just confirm with Mr. Fei." Dong Yiqing replied in a nonchalant manner, "After all, I'm sorting out these materials."
Seeing that Dong Yiqing was indifferent to her words, Che Lizi stomped the ground with her high heels and walked away.
To Dong Yiqing's surprise, within ten minutes, Zhang Yingfei personally "killed" him to get the information.
Dong Yiqing could not refuse the request of her immediate superior, and could only watch Zhang Yingfei direct other employees to take away the materials.
Before leaving, Zhang Yingfei suddenly looked at Dong Yiqing's neck and asked, "Where is your necklace?"
This question was asked unexpectedly, and Dong Yiqing was not prepared: "Necklace?"
"Why don't you bring what the company gave you?" Zhang Yingfei asked dissatisfiedly, "Do you have a problem with the company's requirements? Or do you dislike the company's aesthetics?"
"Ah? That's not the case, Mr. Fei." This big hat was too harsh, Dong Yiqing hurriedly denied, "I think the necklace you gave me is too... expensive, so I don't want to wear it. "
These words were so sincere that Zhang Yingfei suddenly felt that his bones were much lighter. Although his face still had an angry expression, his tone was much softer when he spoke again.
(Special thanks for this chapter: Jin Wan Liang 2019, Yun Ya Qi’s recommendation vote)
