Chapter 62 Wife, you can't die!
There were six employees asking questions, and each of them asked extremely tricky questions, not an easy one.
No wonder I can’t figure it out. Even Song Tingxuan doesn’t know how to calculate it.
A group of people were sitting there discussing, and at the end one of them started arguing with the person who asked the question.
Everyone here is considered a powerful figure, but now they are arguing like the masters and ladies in the vegetable market.
Song Tingxuan closed his eyes and rubbed his temples in an attempt to calm his head which was extremely irritated by their noise. What small meeting? This was already as good as a big meeting.
We have been driving for almost three hours and the problem has not been resolved.
Finally, Song Tingxuan couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up his phone and stood up and left the computer.
He went to the balcony, clicked on the contacts, found Anan's phone number, and called without hesitation.
Anan was drinking milk tea and watching anime at this time. Tonight was the finale of his favorite anime. All the Wuwuwu died, even the protagonist died.
Anan was acting emo, wiping his tears and pecking at the milk tea beside him, but suddenly he was scared by a phone call and couldn't act emo anymore.
Oh my god, I'm in emo, why are you calling me?
It really scared me.
He picked up the phone without even looking at it and yelled into it: "Who is this! Don't you know I'm emo! Don't you know it's going to scare me to death to call me out of the blue! Damn it!!"
"Fuck! My wife, you can't die!!" Anan saw the pink-haired woman on the screen being cut off at the waist and then threw the phone aside and lay on the table.
"Wife...you can't die." Anan shouted.
Song Tingxuan felt his headache getting worse after listening to these languages. He had thought it was unreliable but he never expected it to be so unreliable.
"Anan." He called out.
And the other end suddenly said: "Don't shout, I'm sad."
"Anan, if you don't listen to me carefully, you're done." Song Tingxuan didn't have much patience to say anything to him. He just wanted to end this noisy meeting quickly and go to bed early.
Anan here was stunned when he heard the familiar voice, Oh my god! !
This is Mr. Song’s voice, so he was just complaining about Mr. Song!
When he thought of this, Anan couldn't take care of his wife's death, so he quickly picked up the phone and said seriously: "Ah, it's Mr. Song, my sick brother was talking to you just now, I'm really sorry."
This is truly a lie, and only someone as shameless as Anan would say such a thing.
"What does Mr. Song want to see me for so late at night?" Anan asked in a very formal manner. He was completely different from the Anan who was howling like a ghost just now.
"Go to the computer." Song Tingxuan touched his pocket and wanted to smoke a cigarette, but after touching it for a while, he remembered that he didn't have the habit of carrying cigarettes with him.
It seems that tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. Those people over there are still arguing, and Anan over here is still so erratic.
"Well...if you have anything to do, just tell me and I'll do it right away." Of course I will help you only after seeing my wife.
"A team over at Heihua has encountered a problem. I can't think of the solution. You can go and see if you can solve it." Song Tingxuan spoke almost weakly while rubbing his temples.
Anan raised his eyebrows when he heard this. It was really strange that there was something that Mr. Song didn't understand.
He smiled and teased him: "There are still problems in this world that Mr. Song can't solve."
“It’s really rare.”
"Hurry up!" Song Tingxuan said coldly, and the violent aura spread out immediately. His ink-black eyes were now full of hostility.
It sounded like he was angry, so Anan quickly changed the animation and got back to work.
"I'm already on the computer. What should I do next?" Anan said innocently, trying to avoid being scolded as much as possible. "Mr. Song."
"Um."
Song Tingxuan turned around and went back to the study and sat back in his chair. He pulled Anan into the noisy video.
"Oh, it's so noisy!" As soon as Anan entered, he was so noisy that he could hardly hear what they were saying. He said with a smile on his face.
Now everyone was quiet. They looked at the newcomer for a while. Secretary Tang said, "Anan, why are you here?"
"Mr. Song asked me to come here. If there is anything that cannot be solved, please tell me the whole process and I will take a look."
At this time, Song Tingxuan also said, "Xiao Wei, tell him."
Since Song Tingxuan said so, Xiao Wei directly told him the difficulties he encountered.
After hearing this, Anan held his chin with his hand and kept smiling: "Oh, this is more difficult."
“But there are solutions.”
Having said that, he stood up and left. After rummaging through the drawers for a while, he took out a book and flipped through it in front of everyone.
The book that Anan was holding was quite thick, and the thickness of his mobile phone was also quite large, but Anan was able to accurately turn to the content he wanted to read.
It seems that you watch it quite often, or you can say that you are very familiar with it.
"I found it. The algorithm you used was wrong from the beginning. It was wrong at the beginning, but it might be correct later. Even if it was correct, it was just an accident."
Another colleague who was arguing with him at this time said smugly: "I told you that you made a mistake in the beginning, otherwise the final result would be twice less than the original amount."
After Anan explained it to them, the man suddenly understood what was going on.
"Anything else? No, I'm offline now. I'm going to see my wife." Anan said with a bored look on his face, supporting his head.
"No more, no more." Xiao Wei said excitedly, "Handsome, add me on WeChat, and we can chat when we are free."
They both studied computer science, but Anan didn't want to add him on WeChat, as he always felt that he would become extremely busy if he added him.
"Hehe, there's no need to chat." Anan refused, it was better not to join.
But Xiao Wei didn't want to let him go. Since he knew how to do it, he could just ask him if he didn't know how to do it. This would save him the trouble of asking Mr. Song every day.
Under his insistence, Anan had no choice but to tell him the WeChat account. However, not long after he finished speaking, the cell phone next to him suddenly rang several times.
It seems that there are not just one but several people adding him!
Depend on!
"The meeting is over, everyone should go to bed early." Song Tingxuan said and left first. He opened the drawer, took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one.
Whenever he was particularly irritated, he would light up a cigarette to relieve himself. Song Tingxuan felt that it was time to find a consultant for them, as he was being annoyed by them all day long.
He needs to work too.
After staying there for a while, there was a knock on the study door.
"Come in."
The maid opened the door and came in. She walked to the desk and put down the milk on the tray. "Mr. Song, it's already late. Go to bed early."
"The milk is already warm and you can drink it directly."
After saying that, she left the study. Song Tingxuan looked at the steaming milk and finally picked it up and drank it.
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