Chapter 29

Since Song Yin was transferred from Group 103 to Group 86, the value of the little vegetative person has risen. After all, the closer he is to Group 1, the closer he is to the company's core test project.

In fact, Song Yin is a very popular person in the company.

First of all, his identity as a vegetative person has left an indelible impression on all employees.

Secondly, Song Yin's ability is at the superhuman level. In today's society, who can communicate with others without any obstacles when his limbs are stiff, and even complete extremely simple programming tasks in a short time.

The most important thing.

What kind of superhuman charm does the little vegetative person have? She actually married Mu Qingliu, a super rich man who is popular in Beijing and acts low-key! !

Song Yin immediately became a strange person recognized by the whole "Phantom" company.

The company was originally named after Song Yin's "Yin" as a homophone, and on the surface Wen Yancheng was in charge of the company's killing power, but in fact Song Yin was the original shareholder of the company.

The employees of Phantom were completely unaware of this, otherwise the programmers in the whole company who never cared about the world would be howling every day.

Song Yin had to overcome greater difficulties when he entered Group 86. Groups 10-88 were responsible for completing 1400+ AI vision algorithms covering 120+ industries.

The workload was very amazing, and it was currently in the trial and error development stage, and many data were very prone to minor errors.

Mu Qingliu silently supported his wife's career behind the scenes, and through his personal connections, he helped "Phantom" overcome various difficulties in the early stages of its entrepreneurship as soon as possible.

After running for a month, "Phantom" gradually got on track. Many technology companies that were very interested in it also inquired about it, hoping to establish a cooperative relationship so that they could rely on the Mu Group, a big gold mine.

Mu Qingliu was used to doing whatever he wanted. He went to Mu's shareholders meeting once a month to stabilize the morale of the troops. On the way back home, he made a detour to the headquarters of "Phantom" to pick up his wife for treatment.

In order to make it more convenient to fight with colleagues, Song Yin took the initiative to move from the tenth floor to the sixth floor. About three hundred people used this floor, so that the chance of even taking a paid shit was reduced by 70% after queuing.

Mu Qingliu saw at a glance that this floor was indeed crowded. People were coming and going in the corridor, holding laptops in their arms, and phones between their ears and shoulders. The sound of mechanical keyboards could be heard from almost every room, and no one paid any attention to who walked in.

This made Mu Qingliu feel a little comfortable.

He had been the center of attention for too long, so when no one paid attention to him, he felt a sense of comfort.

It seems that he needs to buy a bigger office building for his wife. However

, the company has just been in business for more than a month. What excuse should he use to change to a skyscraper?

President Mu, who was ignored, was thinking hard.

In the crowded and busy corridor, people shouted, "Make way, please make way! This bubble won't last long, we are in a hurry, thank you!"

Four two-meter-high bubbles of complaints rushed out from an office in the corridor, with calculation formulas written all over them. Behind them were two programmers in plaid shirts, each pushing two bubbles, driving them to another office like sheep.

The scene was funny and lively.

A staff member who passed by to drink tea joked, "Fuck! Why did Song Xiaoyin's program run?! Hahaha!"

"The only program that this group can't run is probably the one designed by you, hahaha!"

There was nothing that could be done about it.

Song Yin is currently unable to operate the keyboard with both hands, so his algorithm can only rely on such a clumsy way of manual input.

However, his bubbles are also very unstable, especially when they are blown so huge. A slight bump or when Song Yin is emotionally unstable will cause the bubbles to burst.

It's better not to mention it.

One of the bubbles disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The man who drove away the bubble sighed, "Song Xiaoyin, you are such a weak man~~"

Mu Qingliu walked over slowly and asked the man, "Do you need my help?"

Ah ah ah~

The man who complained about Song Yin was not doing it on purpose, but just complained out of his mouth. When he saw that Song Xiaoyin's husband came to the door, he couldn't help but change his words and said, "Boss Mu Mu, I don't have any difficulties here."

Mu Qingliu unbuttoned his suit with one hand, took it off elegantly and handed it to him.

"Help me hold it for a while."

The man was stared at by the big boss, and his heart was crazy.

Mu Qingliu walked to another bubble of Song Yin's complaints with ease, looked at it for two seconds, stretched out his fingers and squeezed the bubble.

The explosion of the bubble does not produce a loud noise.

However, the people present were all broken-down.

Damn it!

The boss will hate you for the rest of his life. You dare to criticize Song Xiaoyin for not being tough enough. You deserve to die!

Mu Qingliu followed the other two complaining bubbles into the office and sat down in front of an empty computer.

After opening the main interface of the program,

Mu Qingliu's slender fingers that he used to play the piano began to input the calculation program at a uniform speed.

The sound of the keyboard flowed slowly at the fingertips, like the surging waves on the shore of Lake Baikal, the breeze floated up a mist of water vapor, and the fragmented sunlight also sank in it.

Mu Qingliu tapped the keyboard elegantly. Not to mention the lesbians, even the apes in the room who were barking like gorillas were probably silent and intoxicated.

In less than twenty minutes.

Mu Qingliu perfectly input all the data of the two Tucao bubbles, and made more concise modifications in some places, making the two sets of algorithm programs run faster.

After all, he studied with Song Yin every night, and he had already mastered this stuff.

Mu Qingliu entered the last code and pressed the enter key perfectly.

He slowly got up from the chair, took the suit from the arms of the surprised and stunned man, and said lightly, "You can continue to do the next step of the calculation."

Mu Qingliu smiled very gentlemanly, "My memory is relatively good, there shouldn't be any big problems, thank you for your hard work."

Oh my god! !

Oh my god! !

If the person who witnessed all this had Song Yin's ability, I'm afraid the grass in this room could crush the entire earth! !

Mu Qingliu went to pick up Song Yin, and Song Yin's place was also quite lively.

People in the room passed data boards and folders back and forth.

The little vegetable was lying in the coolest corner of the room, his cheeks flushed.

A female colleague sat beside him, holding a glass of pear juice in one hand and a straw in the other. She told the little vegetable to drink slowly and fanned Song Yin with a fan, saying, "There are too many hosts in the room. I see you are too tired just now and the room is hot. Don't get tired and get angry."

Song Yin had never enjoyed such gentle care before. His cheeks were red and puffy. It was obvious that he was very shy. However, the pear juice was delicious, so he should not be polite when he wanted to drink it.

Mu Qingliu slightly adjusted the frequency of his steps to avoid rushing up. Instead, he smiled very elegantly and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Let me do it."

The female colleague looked up and saw the handsome face of the handsome Mu. The juice cup in her hand shook smartly.

Song Yin: [We were drinking happily, why did this guy suddenly come out?]

The female colleague handed the juice cup to Mu Qingliu with a tactful look, and said shyly, "Indeed, give it to you, Mr. Mu."

[Don't leave, we didn't do anything shameful, Sister Shanshan, don't leave me to him!]

Song Yin didn't even have a chance to think of the next sentence.

He and I are plastic!

Mu Qingliu had already leaned over and whispered, "You should change the diaper you are wearing today, it's leaking a little."

He also said, "Maybe you drank too much pear juice."

[Ah!]

Song Yin was so angry.

[I didn't use urination many times today and it didn't get wet, you're talking nonsense about my leakage! 】

Mu Qingliu took advantage of the fact that no one was paying too much attention to this and stuffed the bubbles of the leaking diapers under Song Yin's bed, waiting for the bubbles to burst on their own when the time was up.

Song Yin's working hours have been slightly extended by two hours recently. It was the little vegetable who forced himself to do so.

Song Yin is still very hardworking in his favorite career.

The only big problem is going to the bathroom. Mu Qingliu doesn't know what's going on, and he doesn't allow anyone to touch his little pink bird.

He can only wear the diapers reluctantly.

Song Yin was embarrassed and spoke more and more incoherently, "Then... help... help me take it off."

Mu Qingliu picked up Song Yin and went to the bathroom first. He took off the diapers in no time, and wiped the center of Song Yin's legs with a wet tissue.

Mu Qingliu asked, "I feel it's a little red. Next time I'll put some powder on you. There's a foreign baby product that's all natural and additive-free."

Song Yin resisted to the end, "No... put powder on me."

He thought: [Why put powder on me? I'm not a baby. This pervert is getting more and more weird.]

But his resistance didn't last long.

Mu Qingliu put him in the back seat of the car and opened his legs a little. He

also opened the car window a little.

[Ah~]99+

[The wind blows on my balls and they feel so cool. Finally, they're not so hot~]

[I'm 23 years old and I still need to rely on urination to keep it from getting wet. That thing is so stuffy and makes me so uncomfortable. 】

【By the way, my little bird has finally started to regain consciousness recently. What if it is covered up like a rotten egg and can no longer be used? 】

【(*︾▽︾)Shy~】

【(×Θ×)By the way, I have never used a little bird before. 】

Mu Qingliu: "Otherwise, you hire me, and I will go to work with you every day, and all problems will be solved."

Song Yin: "No, no, no, no, you are also very busy."

【Fuck! This capitalist! 】

【He is not going to wait for me to earn the salary and then earn it back from me! ! 】

Mu Qingliu slightly curved his lips.

It happened that his personal secretary called him, and Mu Qingliu put the Bluetooth headset into his ear canal and changed his tone to a serious one.

"Speak."

The personal secretary said through the microphone, "Boss Mu, I received the latest news that Mrs. Mu took the 12 o'clock flight this morning and came from Country M to China."

"So?" Mu Qingliu didn't understand what a tense relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was. He and Mrs. Mu could also maintain a rational relationship in a mutually respectful range. They were kind and filial, and they had never experienced any family war.

"(⊙o⊙)..." The personal secretary was silent, not knowing where the boss's mind was drifting. He kindly reminded, "Mr. Song... hasn't served tea to Mrs. Mu yet."

Mu Qingliu probably understood a little, "Okay, if my mother can arrive on time tomorrow, I'll let Xiaoyin serve her tea."

(⊙o⊙)...

After the personal assistant hung up the phone, he was completely confused.

No, boss, where is your usual smartness? !

The personal secretary took a deep breath.

He shouted to the sky, "Mr. Song is a vegetable! Boss! You should first imagine what terrible consequences there will be!"