An Xiaomao, unaware of the danger coming

The early morning sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto the mirror-like floor of the president's office on the top floor of Gu Group.

Lin Yu'an was wearing a neatly tailored dark grey suit, his back straight.

With both hands, he respectfully placed a document that had been completed overnight on Gu Lin's large desk.

"Mr. Gu, please review the report you requested."

His voice was steady and clear, with just the right amount of respect, and his face had a standard professional expression.

There is absolutely no trace of the person who wore a cat-ear wig and complained about his boss in a pinched voice in the live broadcast room last night.

Gu Lin didn't touch the file immediately.

He had his back to Lin Yu'an, looking at the rising sun outside the window.

The tall figure was elongated by the sunlight, and a cold and aloof aura enveloped the body.

The office was completely silent, with only the sound of Lin Yu'an's own rapid heartbeat echoing in his ears.

"Secretary Lin."

Gu Lin finally turned around, his voice low and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

His gaze fell on Lin Yu'an, and his eyes were so sharp that Lin Yu'an subconsciously tensed up.

"Yes, Mr. Gu."

"I've read the report."

Gu Lin's slender fingers casually turned a page. "The supporting data for the conclusion is a bit thin."

Lin Yu'an's heart skipped a beat and he responded immediately.

"Yes, we are currently verifying this data source and expect to complete it this afternoon..."

Gu Lin raised his hand and interrupted him.

His eyes moved away from the document and fell on Lin Yu'an's slightly nervous face.

A barely perceptible, extremely playful inquiry flashed across his deep eyes.

"Data verification is fundamental. Now, I need you to consider a more forward-looking question."

Gu Lin's voice was steady, yet it carried an unquestionable weight.

“Suppose that after we acquire the target company, its core R&D team experiences a 30% turnover rate within three months of the transaction due to cultural conflicts or compensation issues.

What kind of butterfly effect do you foresee on our anticipated progress in technology integration and market share expansion? Use dynamic models to deduce the specific impact under the worst-case, medium, and best-case scenarios, including but not limited to R&D delays, percentage points of market share loss, and estimates of the resulting additional financial costs.

Lin Yuan: “…”

He felt like the CPU in his brain suddenly burned out.

This question... is tricky, specific, and full of hypothetical variables!

This is not part of the normal workflow at all!

This was almost like an "intellectual storm" that Gu Lin had come up with on a whim and tailored specifically for him!

Cold sweat instantly soaked Lin Yu'an's back.

He tried to maintain his composure, his mind racing as he tried to organize his words.

"Mr. Gu, this hypothetical scenario... involves very complex factors. It requires a comprehensive assessment of the target team's specific composition, the competitive poaching capabilities of competitors, and our own retention strategies..."

“I know it’s complicated.”

Gu Lin interrupted him calmly and leaned forward slightly.

With elbows on the table and hands folded, he formed an extremely oppressive posture.

His eyes locked onto Lin Yu'an. "That's why I need you to deduce it. I'll give you one day. Before you leave work, I want to see a clear, quantitative analysis report on my desk."

Lin Yu'an felt a little dizzy in front of his eyes.

one day? !

This level of deduction usually requires a dedicated team to spend several days on modeling and analysis!

He now has to deal with the aftermath of canceling the McKinsey meeting.

Supplement that damn report data and deal with a bunch of routine matters...

"Mr. Gu, this time..." He tried to fight for it.

"Any questions?"

Gu Lin raised his eyebrows, his tone remained calm, but the invisible pressure suddenly increased.

He added casually, "I have faith in Secretary Lin's abilities. After all, if he can even solve a difficult problem like 'preliminary', then this kind of forward-looking deduction should be no problem at all."

"Besides, your probation period is coming to an end soon, right?"

All of Lin Yu'an's words were stuck in his throat.

Thinking about the salary of this job, Lin Yu'an gritted his teeth.

"...Okay, Mr. Gu."

He almost walked out of the president's office in a hurry.

Inside the door, Gu Lin leaned back in his chair, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the smooth table surface.

He recalled Lin Yu'an's forced composure, his eyes filled with shock and grievance, as if to say, "Has this boss gone crazy?" Then he compared it to the fuming figure in the livestream last night, complaining, "Does the boss think the risk factor is adding salt to cooking?"

A strange, cold feeling of pleasure, like a tiny electric current, quietly ran through Gu Lin's heart.

This contrast... is so interesting.

During the day, Lin Yu'an was tormented by the difficult problem of "the butterfly effect of core team turnover rate".

He was like a high-speed spinning top, coordinating all parties to deal with the cancellation of the McKinsey meeting while frantically collecting data to supplement the report.

At the same time, I also have to find time to look for various documents and models, trying to build that damn deduction framework.

He felt like a puppet being manipulated by his boss, with every nerve stretched to the limit.

Gu Lin "happened" to be in the tea room and "accidentally" ran into Lin Yu'an, who was holding a large stack of documents and walking unsteadily.

"Secretary Lin, you don't look well."

Gu Lin held the coffee cup and spoke casually, his eyes sweeping over the faint dark circles under Lin Yu'an's eyes.

Lin Yu'an immediately straightened his back and forced a standard professional smile: "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Gu. It may be that I didn't get enough rest last night. It won't affect my work."

But in my mind, I was furiously scrolling through my screen: [Whose fault is it that I didn’t get enough rest? Boss!]

"Um."

Gu Lin responded calmly and took a sip of coffee.

His gaze paused for a moment at the collar of Lin Yu'an's shirt, which was slightly open due to his busy schedule.

There, the clavicle is clearly defined.

He suddenly remembered last night's live broadcast, when "An Xiao Miao" was wearing cute low-necked pajamas.

When gesturing in front of the camera, it seems that she also revealed a similar slender collarbone line?

This thought flashed through his mind, making Gu Lin's eyes darker.

"Deduction report, how's the progress?"

Lin Yu'an's heart was in his throat, and he tried hard to stay calm.

"We are working hard to sort out the framework and key variables, and will submit it on time this afternoon."

[Frames? Variables? My mind is completely confused! Boss, just kill me!]

"very good."

Gu Lin nodded, said nothing more, and left calmly with the coffee cup.

Lin Yu'an was left standing there, feeling as if he was being repeatedly squeezed by invisible pressure.

After finally getting off work, Lin Yu'an left the company almost as if he was escaping.

After returning home, closing the door, and taking off all the disguises of "Secretary Lin", he felt like he was about to collapse.

But it’s time to live stream.

He sat in front of the camera with an almost tragic mood of "revenge".

Put on that sleek wig and dress yourself up.

When "An Xiao Miao"'s sweet smile appeared on the screen, he felt like he was truly alive.

"Good evening, babies~"

The voice was still sweet and soft, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a subtle hint of fatigue and... resentment that was about to burst out.

[Meow! You don't look very good today?]

[Are you being bullied by your boss? Tell us! We'll help you scold him!]

Looking at the concern in the comments, Lin Yu'an took a deep breath and instantly became a dramatic character.

"Wow, my family!" He held his cheeks with both hands and made a tearful expression.

"Your Meow Meow was almost drained dry by that big devil boss today! The kind where his soul left his body!"

He immediately sat up straight, imitating Gu Lin's icy face and flat tone.

"'Secretary, assume a 30% loss of core team members after the acquisition. Deducing the butterfly effect, submit this report before closing time.'"

After imitating him, he slammed the table (this time he was really angry), and the cat ears on the wig trembled.

"Listen! Listen! Is this human language?! Huh?! 30% loss?! Does he think I'm a prophet with a crystal ball?! And the butterfly effect?! Why doesn't he just let me deduce the end of the world?! Before leaving get off work?! Does he think I have a supercomputer chip installed in my brain or that I'm Doraemon who can pull out a time baggage?!"

[What the hell??? What kind of insane question is this?!]

[Boss Miaomiao, have you watched too many science fiction movies? ]

[I feel so bad for Meow Meow! This boss definitely did it on purpose!]

[Meow meow, don't cry! Tell us in detail how your boss tortured you! We love to hear it! (dog head)]

Lin Yu'an opened up completely, adding fuel to the fire of the "inhuman treatment" he suffered today.

Complain about it vividly.

From the trickiness of that perverted question to the "concern" Gu Lin showed when they "accidentally met" in the tea room.

In fact, it was the oppressive feeling of life and death, and how he was like a perpetual motion machine, constantly dealing with various things...

The tone of voice was filled with grief and indignation, the expression was vivid, and the complaints were precise. It was a tearful accusation of what had happened during the day.

And at this moment, at Gu Lin's home.

Gu Lin appeared in the live broadcast room of "An Xiaomiao" on time again.

He did not give any rewards, but just quietly "lurked" underwater, with his golden ID hidden among ordinary users.

Listening to "An Xiao Miao" repeating every tricky request he made during the day in her sweet voice, imitating his cold tone, and complaining about the pressure he put on her...

Every detail matched perfectly with what he had personally experienced during the day and what had happened to Lin Yu'an.

When I heard "An Xiao Miao" shouting in grief and anger: "Why doesn't he let me directly deduce the end of the world?!"

Finally, the corners of Gu Lin's lips couldn't help but rise up in a noticeable arc.

He looked at the girl on the screen who was wearing a cat-ear wig, had delicate makeup, and had rich expressions, and was "fiercely accusing" her boss.

She could not recall more clearly the image of Lin Yu'an as a secretary during the day, who was patient, restrained, meticulous and pretending to be calm.

Lin Yu'an, who was almost out of his mind after being tormented by him with difficult questions during the day, still had to pretend to be professional.

In the evening, An Xiaomiao let himself go in front of hundreds of thousands of people, making comments in women's clothing, and was so lively and vivid that it was dazzling.

Two completely different images overlapped in Gu Lin's mind with incredible clarity.

One hundred percent confirmed.

Gu Lin leaned back in the comfortable sofa, his fingers gently stroking the smooth edge of the tablet.

The cold interest deep in his eyes had now transformed into a certainty that was almost joyful.

Not only did his secretary secretly broadcast live in women's clothing, she also dared to complain about him in the live broadcast room in such a "vivid" and "deeply touching" way.

Really... audacious.

In the quiet room, he laughed softly, almost silently.

It seems that tomorrow's "observation" game can be played more...in-depth.