Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, the editor-in-chief took the lead to speak in order to avoid the atmosphere becoming cold: "Zhaoxing, didn't you hear Mr. Xie asking you?"

He stood behind Xie Huaiyu and winked at Gu Zhaoxing, "Tell me, what's going on?"

This shady matter was heard by the top management, and Gu Zhaoxing immediately broke out in a sweat, knowing that he had to keep it secret no matter what.

He quickly maintained his composure, found the most perfect words, and finished the lie quietly, and then smiled and added a patch: "Young people are more arrogant. It's normal for them to feel a psychological gap after not being selected as a planner. I will help them adjust."

He packed up the pot and threw it to Cen Zhi.

It was the first time that Cen Zhi had seen such a shameless person, and the blood rushed to his head uncontrollably.

"I didn't lie." She spoke each word, her slender back straight, staring at Gu Zhaoxing and Qiao Hong without arrogance or servility, "The evidence is in the WeChat you just deleted. Whoever plagiarized, just take out the plan and explain the outline design and it will be clear."

Qiao Hong didn't dare to compete with her, he would definitely be exposed immediately, and his eyes subconsciously moved to Gu Zhaoxing.

Gu Zhaoxing secretly cursed him as an idiot. The two of them were now grasshoppers on the same rope, and he had to help them out.

"How about this." Gu Zhaoxing looked sympathetic. "Since Xiao Cen said that Tian Yu saw Qiao Hong messaging me, I will call Tian Yu to ask him about it and clarify this misunderstanding in person."

There was a landline in the office. Gu Zhaoxing called Group A in front of everyone and asked Hong Yi to call someone.

The current affairs group's workstation was very close to here, just a turn in the corridor. After a while, footsteps were heard outside the door.

Tian Yu originally thought that it was an interview with community volunteers, and wondered if it would start tomorrow. When he

walked not far from the office, he found his boss standing outside the door. Two steps forward, there was also a heavyweight Buddha. He suddenly felt very flustered.

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief, Hello, President Xie." Tian Yu greeted everyone one by one in a flattering manner. His eyes paused hesitantly for two seconds on the young man leaning against the door frame. He was not sure who this was. He nodded hurriedly and slipped into the office along the wall. "Editor-in-Chief, you want to see me?"

Gu Zhaoxing hummed and said with a cheerful face, "It's not a big deal. Xiao Cen said that you saw Qiao Hong texting me in the office at noon?"

"No." Tian Yu changed his words almost without a second of hesitation, "I was not in the office at noon."

"Is that so..." Gu Zhaoxing glanced at Cen Zhi with an ambiguous look, "Then you go back to work."

Tian Yu was as if he had been pardoned and quickly fled the Shura field.

He did not look at Cen Zhi from beginning to end.

Cen Zhi remembered that Gu Zhaoxing had just tapped the desktop to warn her, asking her and Tian Yu to learn what it meant to not say things that shouldn't be said, and he really taught her on the spot.

She felt disgusted that the thing she had worked so hard to write was signed with someone else's name, and her stomach was churning.

Along with it came the grievance of being isolated and helpless.

Cen Zhi lowered her head, took a deep breath, pursed her lips tightly, and blinked away the heat in her eyes.

"Now it seems that it was all a misunderstanding." The editor-in-chief laughed twice, obviously wanting to fool the matter, and carefully asked Xie Huaiyu, who had been watching the game calmly from beginning to end, "I'll take you somewhere else..."

"-Is it convenient for me to check your WeChat?"

The editor-in-chief didn't finish his words.

A clear and cold male voice suddenly sounded beside her, with a clean and sinking tail tone, pinching the laziness.

Everyone present, including Xie Huaiyu, turned their eyes away at the same time.

Qiao Hong looked at him and realized that he was asking her a question, so he became defensive: "What?"

Xie Fengzhou turned off the screen of his mobile phone, picked up the edge of his thumb and index finger and turned it around nonchalantly, put it in his trouser pocket, and raised his chin in the direction of Cen Zhi: "Didn't she just say that you deleted the chat history?"

"..."

Cen Zhi was stunned, and raised her face in surprise, surprised that this man would actually speak for her.

Xie Fengzhou didn't even look at her, just put one hand in his pocket, and looked at Qiao Hong without any emotion.

Qiao Hong didn't know what he wanted to do, but he instinctively felt resistance, so he sneered: "You believe her when she said she deleted it? If you continue to slander me like this, I will report you to the police for defamation!"

Gu Zhaoxing was frightened by him.

This young master really has no sense at all. He dares to be so arrogant in front of this person. Isn't he courting death?

He quickly smoothed things over for him: "Mr. Xie, there is no need to trouble you with such a small matter."

I don't know which two words Xie Fengzhou heard, but he raised his eyebrows slightly, tilted his head to look at the editor-in-chief, and said in a polite tone: "You also think it is a small matter?"

The editor-in-chief felt a chill on the back of his neck when he asked him.

This ancestor of the Xie family usually never meddles in other people's business, so what is he doing today?

His palms were full of cold sweat, and he quickly glanced to the side.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking up to admire the ink painting of the mountain scenery hanging on the wall, looking very calm. He looked like he was

not going to interfere

anymore. The editor-in-chief knew that this matter would not be resolved amicably today, and signaled to Gu Zhaoxing with his eyes.

"...Young people pay more attention to privacy." Gu Zhaoxing had to speak again, regretting it so much that his intestines turned green. If he had known this would happen, he would never have interfered. "Why don't you let Mr. Xie look at mine."

He said, taking out a mobile phone from his pocket and handing it over with both hands. "If there are any chat records, it's the same if you look at mine."

He looked sincere and didn't seem to be pretending, nor did he show any guilt, and smiled calmly.

Then Cen Zhi knew.

Just like when he called Tian Yu to question him, everything was under his control.

Cen Zhi unconsciously clenched his thumbs, held his breath, and followed Xie Fengzhou intently.

Put all his hopes on him.

He pressed his finger on the screen and slid twice. Xie Fengzhou asked without raising his head: "Have you cleared it?"

This question was a double entendre.

Gu Zhaoxing didn't expect that he could see it just by flipping through it casually. For a moment, he was unsure whether he was lying to him. He laughed dryly twice: "What you said is true. In our line of work, we send and receive so many files and data every day. Don't we have to clear the memory regularly?"

Xie Fengzhou raised his eyelids and looked at him.

He has a pair of very beautiful peach blossom eyes, with sharp and thin corners, and his pupils are also dark and clear.

When he looked at people, his eyes seemed to hide the inexperienced and docile lamb, without any aggressive look.

Gu Zhaoxing's heart was beating fast when he was looked at by him, and all his little thoughts seemed to have nowhere to hide.

Xie Fengzhou retracted his gaze, turned off his mobile phone, glanced at the computer on the desk, and asked politely.

"Can I use this?"

Seeing him like this, Gu Zhaoxing felt uneasy. Xie Huaiyu and the editor-in-chief were standing next to him, and he could only smile and say, "Of course."

Xie Fengzhou stretched out his arm, picked up the computer, turned it towards him, and pressed the power button.

The screen lit up, and from Cen Zhi's perspective, his movements and computer pages were clearly visible.

She saw Xie Fengzhou download a software and connect the computer to the mobile phone model. Cen Zhi had passed the computer certification exam in college and knew what iLiberty+ was used for.

But after he entered the middleware and typed in line after line of command code, Cen Zhi could only barely recognize that he was using Foremost and scalpe to scan the partition mirror.

Then he couldn't keep up.

She was dazzled by the line after line of command segments.

...tar-zxvf scalpel-1.6z

cd scalpel-1.60

make bsd

sudo mkdir –p /usr/local/bin/usr/local/etc

...

The height of the desk was limited, so Xie Fengzhou had to bend down. The cold white shirt fabric tightened slightly at the back as he leaned over, revealing the thin and broad outlines of the young man, clear and powerful.

He stared at the screen intently.

The office was so quiet that the only sound was the crisp sound of his fingertips tapping on the keyboard.

Qiao Hong finally realized that he had run into someone who knew what he was doing, and he swallowed his throat and stared at Xie Fengzhou nervously.

The software quickly grabbed the information from the database, and a row of garbled characters kept scrolling.

Xie Fengzhou put his hands on the desktop, stared at the screen and thought for a few seconds, then dragged the cursor across the garbled characters, selected one of the lines and began to add characters to it.

Except for a few Chinese characters in the code, Cen Zhi could not understand the rest. The little she knew was just a drop in the ocean in front of him.

Then, the mobile phone on the desktop vibrated and buzzed. A series of chat records with garbled numbers and notes appeared on the WeChat page. About three seconds later, the screen went off and then lit up again, and the garbled numbers automatically returned to the original notes.

Qiao Hong's face turned pale when he saw this.

Gu Zhaoxing next to him was not much better than him.

Cen Zhi glanced at the top of the screen and saw the chat records marked "Qiao Hong" by Gu Zhaoxing.

Xie Fengzhou closed the computer, leaned lazily on the edge of the table, picked up his mobile phone and flipped through it, then looked at Qiao Hong: "You just said you were going to call the police to report me for defamation?"

"..."

Qiao Hong's Adam's apple slid slowly, and he didn't dare to speak.

Xie Fengzhou put his cell phone on the desk, pushed it forward with his thin knuckles, exposing the chat content in the light, and smiled nonchalantly.

"Report it, I'll wait for you."

The editor-in-chief's office door was closed.

The atmosphere was dull and solemn.

"Oh, yes... you're right..."

I don't know what was said on the phone, the editor-in-chief's face froze, and then nodded and smiled, "Yes, yes, it was indeed my fault this time..."

After repeatedly stating that he would clean up and rectify the internal atmosphere and do a good job in ideological work, the other end finally hung up.

The big shovel hanging above his head was moved away, the editor-in-chief slowly exhaled, and the smile on his face disappeared.

He raised his head, stared at the person standing nervously in front of the desk with a frosty face, and was silent for a few seconds.

"Bang!" He smashed the phone on the desk.

"Old Gu, old Gu, you are getting more and more confused as you age! How dare you do such a thing as stealing someone else's plan?! And you even deleted the chat history!!"

The phone slid off the table and flew directly onto the marble floor, the screen shattered into pieces.

Gu Zhaoxing's heart suddenly dropped to his throat, and he forced out a laugh to excuse himself: "I thought I cleaned it up thoroughly..."

He has always been cautious in doing such things. He sent Cen Zhi's plan to Qiao Hong, and the next moment after the communication, he deleted the message and asked someone to deeply clean up the traces. It

was Qiao Hong's pity that this idiot couldn't resist Cen Zhi's provocation and took out the evidence on the spot.

He was afraid of being caught up in the death.

Seeing that Gu Zhaoxing hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation, the editor-in-chief was furious and slammed the mahogany table.

"What the hell! Don't you know how capable Xie Fengzhou is? Did you think that the invitation letter that he sent to Mingshi for the Technology Summit last month was a joke?! Do you think that you can get CCF to send someone to invite you just by making a crappy game?! And you're playing such a trick in front of him, he will kill you!"

"If I hadn't seen that you have been following me for more than ten years, I wouldn't want to protect you this time!"

Xie Huaiyu had been there for a long time in his early years, and he was very careful in what he said and did, and had a high emotional intelligence.

To put it bluntly, this is a common problem among senior politicians. They don't say things directly, but give you a warning in a gentle way, so that you can suffer a loss in silence and learn a lesson if you fall again.

The few casual words he said on the phone just now sounded like a warning to the younger generation, but the hidden meaning was that if he couldn't do well in this position, he could just change the leadership team.

It's time to reshuffle the cards, and it's time to get rid of them.

The new media industry doesn't keep idle people.

Gu Zhaoxing realized it belatedly and broke out in a cold sweat. He asked hesitantly, "What about Qiao Hong..."

"Qiao Hong, what Qiao Hong? You are already in trouble, why do you still care so much? Let that idiot clean up and get out! You can deal with his father, and you have to clean up the mess yourself!"

The editor-in-chief had never been so angry before. Gu Zhaoxing knew that he was really in trouble this time, so he didn't say a word and kept responding.

He turned around to leave, but was stopped again.

"Wait a minute."

The editor-in-chief yelled until smoke came out of his throat. He took a few sips of tea from the small celadon cup to calm his anger, and said, "The intern in your department, whose name is something childish, keep an eye on her and make her a permanent employee tomorrow. Give her as much performance bonus as possible, and keep her as well as possible."

Gu Zhaoxing knew this kind of backdoor trick for Xiaofang better than anyone else. When he heard that Jin'er was coming back, he asked tentatively, "Is she related to the Xie family?"

"Does it matter to you whether she is related to the family?" The editor-in-chief slammed the teacup on the table and said unhappily, "For the grandson of the Xie family to protect her so much, they must have a strong relationship. It will not be bad for Shixin to keep her."

"...Oh." Gu Zhaoxing hesitated and was reluctant to leave. He wanted to say something but stopped himself.

The editor-in-chief was furious when he saw him: "What are you still doing here? Let me ask you to leave?!"

"...No."

Gu Zhaoxing hesitated for a long time, and then gritted his teeth and confessed everything, "When you went downstairs to see Mr. Xie off to the car, Cen Zhi had already submitted his application." "Resigned

."