An Xiaomao's Jedi Counterattack
"Mr. Gu, this... this is a printing issue. The electronic version is complete! I'll go print a new copy right away!"
Lin Yu'an's forehead instantly broke out in sweat, and he reached out to take the document back.
"No need."
Gu Lin's voice was as cold as a cold current, "The meeting time is up."
He picked up the pen and signed his name in a flamboyant manner at the signature section of the agreement.
Then he threw the file back to Lin Yu'an with a cold look of disgust.
"Remember, everything you submit to me, whether electronically or on paper, must be 100 percent accurate.
The ambiguity of a word may lead to misunderstanding and ultimately cause immeasurable losses.
You wasted two precious minutes before the meeting started."
He didn't even glance at Lin Yu'an, but connected to the video conference on the computer screen: "Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson..."
Lin Yu'an froze in place, holding the signed but "tainted" agreement.
Just because of the missing two words due to blurred printing, it was labeled as "likely to cause incalculable losses."
And being accused of wasting two precious minutes?
He felt like he had been slapped in the face in public.
I felt pent up anger and a sense of absurdity rushing over my head.
He suppressed his emotions, left the office and closed the door gently.
The door panel separated Gu Lin from the overseas suppliers, and the sound of fluent English communication was heard.
***
Ten o'clock in the evening.
Doupi had already fallen asleep at Aunt Zhang's house next door. Lin Yu'an used the money he earned from last night's live broadcast to pay for the extra care.
In the small rental house, only the computer screen emits a dim light.
Lin Yu'an skillfully put on the slightly frizzy chestnut long curly wig.
I put on a pink coral fleece nightgown and used a Doupi watercolor pen to draw a teardrop mole at the corner of my eye in front of the mirror.
Looking at the funny looking "An Xiaomiao" in the mirror, he took a deep breath and opened the "Xingyu" live broadcast platform.
"Hello~ Good evening, my dears from Cat Planet! This is An Xiao Miao, your boss is so angry that his fur is about to explode~"
A soft and false voice sounded, with a deliberately aggrieved tone.
There were a lot more people in the live broadcast room than yesterday, and the barrage of comments began to scroll.
Good evening, Little Meow! Have you been ravaged by the Iceberg Devil again today?
[Front row! Sunflower seeds and drinks are ready, waiting for today's boss's confusing behavior reward!]
[Little Meow looks pissed off today. Tell me! What did the Demon King do again?]
Lin Yu'an pursed his lips at the camera and blinked his big eyes hard.
Squeezing out a bit of a tearful expression, "Woo woo woo, my darlings, you have no idea! Today, Little Meow almost exploded from a spiral!"
He adjusted the camera angle to make sure only his upper body and the wig were visible.
Then, using extremely exaggerated body language and a vivid tone, he began to accuse what happened during the day:
"Here's the thing, meow! This afternoon, I'm going to help the Demon King with a super important international conference!
Before the meeting begins, there is an extremely important document that requires the Demon King's final signature!
As for me, Xiao Miao, I was extremely focused and confirmed eight hundred times that there was no problem with the electronic version.
Then, he carefully printed it out and respectfully presented it to the Demon King's desk, as if he were holding the imperial seal.
He deliberately imitated the tone of palace dramas, which attracted a lot of comments in the comments [hahahaha].
"The result! Guess what?!" An Xiaomao suddenly raised her voice, and her wig shook.
With a look of grief and indignation on his face, he said, "Master Demon! He used his eyes, which were more powerful than X-rays, to scan like a scanner!
And then! It stopped at a certain line on a certain page! "
Lin Yu'an picked up a piece of white paper, pretending it was a document, and brought it in front of the camera.
Pointing to a place with your finger, pinching your throat.
Imitating Gu Lin's cold and ruthless tone: "'Here, the paper version, there are two words missing.'"
He put down the paper and returned to his aggrieved sobbing voice: "Dear ones! Do you know which two words are missing?! It's 'environment'!
However, when Xiao Miao was printing, maybe the machine had a little temper, or maybe Xiao Miao's hands shook a little when he was binding.
The word "environment" is blurred!
It just became a small blob, like a dot of ink stepped on by a kitten's paw!"
The barrage exploded instantly:
【??? Just two words? Or is it a fuzzy printout? Isn't there an electronic version?】
[Holy shit! You're finding fault with this? The Demon King is a late-stage Virgo, right?!]
[Hahahaha, those ink spots from the kitten's paws! The kitten's description is so cute!]
[And then what? What does the Demon King say?]
"Then?!" An Xiaomao made a gesture as if she was about to faint.
Holding his forehead, he said, "Then the Demon King looked at me with a look that could freeze a penguin to death.
He said: "A single vague word may lead to a misunderstanding and ultimately cause immeasurable losses."
He imitated Gu Lin's tone perfectly, cold and with a condescending sense of judgment.
The comments were filled with comments like [Ahhh, so scary!] and [The sense of immersion is so strong, I'm starting to suffocate!].
"What's the most amazing thing?!"
Lin Yu'an pretended to slam the table, his wig almost bent with anger.
"He said Xiao Miao wasted two precious minutes before the meeting! Two minutes, my dears! Just for two blurred words!
He signed it and the meeting started on time! So he just took time out to give Little Meow a good scolding?!
Tell me, is this nitpicking? No, it’s nitpicking! And it’s a super double version!
[Pfft! You're still asking for nitpicking!] Little Meow is so angry I'm incoherent!
[Hahahaha, what the hell is this?! Is the Demon King an expert in identifying fart hair?]
[I understand! I'm not angry, little meow! The devil is a walking microscope + stopwatch transformed into a spirit!]
[Give Xiao Miao some 'Anti-Dandruff Shampoo'! Wash away the bad luck brought by the devil! ]
['Meow Meow Guards' sends a giant rocket! Comforting the angry little cat!]
['Protecting the Best An Xiao Miao' sends you a luxury cruise! Kill that microscope geek!]
The screen was instantly flooded with various gift special effects!
There were small rockets, airplanes, cruise ships, and a bunch of cartoon gifts like "dried fish" and "canned cat food."
Several familiar male ID names top the reward list.
Looking at the screen full of gifts and heartwarming comments, Lin Yu'an finally felt a lot better.
He held his face with his hands and made a "crying" expression to the camera.
The eyes under the wig flashed with cunning light: "Woo woo woo, thank you 'Meow Meow Guards' for the big rocket! Thank you 'Protecting the Best An Xiao Miao' for the luxury cruise ship!
Thank you all for the dried fish and canned food! You are my angels! You are a thousand times better than that ice-faced devil!
He wiped away the non-existent tears and changed his tone.
He became full of energy: "Humph! Even though the devil is using the microscope to find fault again today, Xiao Miao will not be defeated!
In order to thank everyone for their kindness, Xiao Miao decided..."
He paused deliberately to whet the audience's appetite.
Then he lowered his voice mysteriously: "Tomorrow! If the devil dares to make things difficult for Xiao Miao again, Xiao Miao will... just draw whiskers for him in my mind!"
Draw it a hundred times! Curse him to drink coffee that’s always 0.5 degrees off!
[Hahahaha! Drawing cat whiskers is pretty good!]
【Support Xiao Miao! Draw him!】
[I curse him that his coffee will never meet the standards! It will drive him crazy!]
[Little cat is so cute! Another rocket! I'll continue the live broadcast of my progress drawing cat whiskers tomorrow!]
The live broadcast room was filled with a happy atmosphere.
Lin Yu'an looked at the constantly jumping reward amount in the background, and then looked at the comments on the barrage, which treated him as a "poor little punching bag" and doted on him.
Especially for the male audience IDs at the top of the reward list, an absurd yet stress-relieving sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously.
Turn off the live broadcast and take off the disguise.
Lin Yu'an looked at himself in the mirror, dressed in men's clothes again. He was still tired but his eyes were bright.
He touched his chin and muttered to himself: "Gu Lin, Gu Lin, you pick on me during the day, and at night I, 'An Xiao Miao', collect a bunch of rocket cruise ships... This wave, it seems not a loss?"
He counted the profits in the background and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
This side job of live streaming women's clothing and complaining about his boss seems to have... a bright future?
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