Chapter 53 Tracking

An Xia's office is on the top floor of the 22nd floor, facing east.

Wu Zhongyi's face was filled with anxiety. "Didn't I tell you not to come during work hours? If you have something to say, you can just send me a WeChat message. Why did you have to come?"

"Something is very important to me, and I must confirm it in person." Zhang Mingfeng was a little annoyed that he acted so rashly, but after calming down, he felt that it was nothing. It was normal for subordinates to report to the company's vice president.

"What's going on?" Wu Zhongyi's face was full of impatience. His face, which was always smiling and kind in front of the public, was now wrinkled like sheepskin, and there was no sign of his usual face in public.

Zhang Mingfeng snorted coldly, sat down on the chair in front of Wu Zhongyi, crossed his legs, and said with a half-smile, "It's a small matter!"

"If you have to fart, do it!" The two people already knew each other very well, so there was no need to pretend.

Wu Zhongyi attaches great importance to face and cares about his image in the eyes of others. Zhang Mingfeng caught him and used it to threaten him to help do many things.

Wu Zhongyi was angry but helpless. His image, to a large extent, represented An Xia's image. If his image collapsed, the shareholders would never let him go.

"There's a contestant named Zhou Yang in this design competition. He passed the preliminary round, so I'd like you to remove him."

"I can't do that!" Wu Zhongyi waved his hands. "You know, the preliminary list has already been reviewed by the judges. Besides, it's already been posted on Weibo and our official WeChat account. How could I possibly remove it?"

"That's why I came to you because it's difficult." Zhang Mingfeng didn't feel embarrassed at all and smiled nonchalantly. "No matter what, he is my biggest threat. I will never allow him to stand in my way."

Although Wu Zhongyi wasn't very proficient in design, he could see Zhang Mingfeng's level. He said sarcastically, "With your level, there are more than one people blocking your way. Do you want me to remove them all?"

Zhang Mingfeng's smile immediately froze. Although he didn't like his major very much, he spent the most time and energy in this industry. He had a strong sense of self-esteem and felt that he was no worse than others. Naturally, he didn't want to hear comments that he was not as good as others.

He was extremely unhappy, but instead of getting angry, he smiled: "I just want to get rid of him. You can think of a way to deal with this matter, such as convicting him of plagiarism. Those old fogies hate plagiarism the most!"

Zhang Mingfeng's previous attempt to discredit Zhou Yang within Anxia was merely a small-scale attempt, leaving a mark on some people. If the matter became too serious and no evidence was produced, and Zhou Yang accused him of false accusations, then the consequences would be greater than the gains.

This competition is very tolerant of those who have a criminal record for plagiarism and they will be eliminated early. Zhou Yang does not have such a criminal record, so he will naturally pass.

This matter is difficult to handle. Even though Wu Zhongyi is the vice president of the company, this is not an internal competition after all, and he does not have the right to touch the players' information.

Seeing Zhang Mingfeng's determined look, Wu Zhongyi knew he might reveal his secret at any time, so he could only comfort him: "I'll find a way, you go down first."

Zhang Mingfeng knew that Wu Zhongyi was timid and cautious, and judging from him, he would not dare to refuse to help him, so he went downstairs with satisfaction.

After the list was published on the official account and Weibo, Zhou Yang received an email that evening asking him to prepare well for the re-examination and submit his work to a designated email address on February 10, the day before the Chinese New Year.

The re-examination lasted a full month. Zhou Yang was not in a hurry, but Song Xuhong was. He hurriedly hired two doctoral students as temporary workers to help so that Zhou Yang could concentrate on completing the competition.

Fortunately, Song Xuhong has a wide network of contacts, and the two doctoral students have strong professional skills and can provide high-quality and low-priced products. The studio can earn a small surplus from the work it takes on, in addition to paying the doctoral students' salaries.

Fresh graduates often have a wide variety of ideas in their heads. Zhou Pan himself was like that, and chatting with the two doctoral students also inspired him. Within a few days, he had come up with a good idea.

After coming up with the idea, he just buried his head in work. These days, he was busy until seven or eight o'clock every day before leaving the studio, which was just the right time to avoid communicating with Lin Qiyuan.

On the surface, the two of them seemed to be getting along the same as before these days, but Zhou Yang knew clearly that something had changed. Sometimes a casual word or a gesture from Lin Qiyuan would make him imagine a lot, while the instigator still looked innocent.

Humph, scumbag!

He was particularly inspired that day, and taking advantage of his abundant inspiration, he wrote a few more lines of code. It was almost half past nine when he finished.

City S is an international metropolis. Nightlife just begins after nine o'clock. The whole street is full of lights and people. Zhou Yang originally wanted to call a taxi, but the distance was not far. The air was fresh at night. He had been stuck in the house writing code these days, and walking on the street at this moment felt a unique sense of freshness.

He had only walked a few hundred meters when he felt two people following him.

He quickened his pace, and the person behind him also quickened his pace. He slowed down his pace, and the two people behind him also stopped.

He was unsure of the identities of the two people behind him, nor did he know how strong they were. He did not dare to act rashly and had to quicken his pace to go home.

Once they entered the Bayfront Mansion, the noise behind them immediately stopped. They weren't residents of the Bayfront Mansion, so naturally they couldn't get in.

Zhou Yang returned to the security room and followed the security guard to check the surveillance outside the community. Sure enough, there were two men in black clothes, of medium height, wearing hats, and whose age could not be determined, acting stealthily and peeking around.

Although Zhou Yang didn't look back along the way, he intuitively felt that these two people were following him.

Unfortunately, the two men were still quite alert, with their hat brims pulled down low, so their faces could not be seen at all.

Strange? Who is following him?

When he returned home, Zhou Yang found that Lin Qiyuan had not come back yet. All the lights in the house were on, but there was no one there.

Zhou Yang suddenly remembered what Lin Qiyuan had said to him before, "I will leave the light on for you no matter how late you come back." With these words, he suddenly felt that the light in the room was a little warm.

There was a note on the refrigerator door saying that I was working overtime in the evening and that food was left for me and I could just heat it up in the microwave.

Zhou Yang opened the refrigerator and found three dishes and a soup in the fresh-keeping layer: beef brisket with tomatoes, pork slices with yam, lettuce with oyster sauce, and old duck and taro soup. Each portion was small, enough for two Zhou Yangs to eat together, but it was obvious that they were not leftovers and had not been touched.

The three dishes and one soup look quite nutritious, but I don’t know if the ingredients are not fresh enough, as the color doesn’t look very good.

Zhou Yang took it out and put it in the microwave for a few minutes. After it was heated, he put it on the dining table. It finally had some fragrance.

There was steaming rice in the rice cooker. Zhou Yang put it into a bowl, thinking that if he added a mouthful of water to the rice, it would become porridge.

Zhou Yang first took a sip of the soup and said, "Ugh, it's so salty!"

He quickly took a mouthful of rice - it was a bit of thick porridge and sticky to his teeth.

Then he picked up a piece of beef brisket that looked good in color and put it in his mouth. Then, there was nothing but the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes.

No salt was added.

Zhou Yang looked at the originally white and tender yam, which had become unrecognizable, and picked up a piece and put it in his mouth with a fearless attitude.

The aroma of the yam was mixed with a burnt smell, and it looked like the yam had been cooked for a long time. It became rotten when you bit into it, and it didn't have the crispness and refreshing taste that yam should have.

Zhou Yang stared intently at the last dish that had escaped the net.

The lettuce looks green and lush. Even if it is not cooked, it can still be eaten. It can also be eaten if it is fully cooked, Zhou Yang comforted himself.

Two seconds later, Zhou Yang felt that he did not need to comfort himself, but should reassure himself: There is no poison in the food, there is no poison in the food!

It's obvious that Lin Qiyuan must have cooked this meal himself. It's impossible for a part-time worker to have such poor cooking skills!

Zhou Yang hadn't eaten for nearly ten hours since he finished his meal at noon, and his stomach was feeling a little sour.

They say that a very hungry person can eat anything, so why is he different?

He hesitated for only ten seconds between the two options of either indulging his stomach or finding other food, and then he resolutely decided to throw away the meal and find a sandwich to fill his stomach.

He had brought tea to a plate that he had barely touched, intending to dump the contents into the pool of the wet garbage disposal.

Just then, Lin Qiyuan pushed the door open and came in, surprised: "You haven't eaten yet? I'll help you."

As he spoke, Lin Qiyuan brought the two plates of beef brisket and yam that were about to be thrown into the garbage disposal back to the dining table.

"I cooked it for the whole afternoon. Cheng Fei said it tasted good, but he was afraid it wouldn't be enough for you, so he told me not to pick up my chopsticks. You must have eaten them all." Lin Qiyuan sat at the dining table and waved for Zhou Yang to come over quickly.

Zhou Yang: “…”

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