Chapter 70 Waste
"Sister, your hairpin is so pretty! It's the same color as my cat's!"
The sunlight shone through the glass window onto her curled hair, like a dancing flame. Compared with other children, she felt as if this was a paradise where she had played for a long time.
What a lively child! Ye Xiaoxuan thought.
But, would a girl in despair really have this kind of personality?
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But this was not the most troublesome thing for her. The most troublesome thing was that the progress of the case was stuck again. Previously, from the silver-haired man’s memory, Ye Xiaoxuan learned about something called the background program of the magical girl website.
I tried using my own computer and the other person's computer, but all failed. Not only could I not get in, but I also broke the computer.
When I saw this woman this time, I thought I could enter the backend through her computer, but I didn’t expect the computer screen to flash, and the webpage opened for a moment and then closed instantly. Where should she go now?
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"It's all my fault. If I could communicate well with others, these things wouldn't have happened." Zhou Yue lowered her head and said to Ye Xiaoxuan in the detention center. Ye Xiaoxuan just gently held her in her arms and said to her: "Child, this is not your fault."
It's all those people's fault, she added mentally.
"Mr. Li, let's take action." After comforting Zhou Yue, Ye Xiaoxuan walked out of the detention center and made a phone call to Xiaomao's mother.
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I don't recognize anyone other than myself.
This is a fragment from the silver-haired man's memory.
"Ah? Look at that guy, so handsome!" A girl on the street pointed at the person next to her and said to her best friend.
The silver-haired man felt everything but ignored it.
waste……
waste……
waste……
They are all trash, these guys are just some brainless meat balls, why should we walk with them?
His name is Zhou Mo. He has been a genius since he was a child. He lives in a perfect environment carefully designed by himself. He is full of contempt for others and believes that only he can achieve the true standard of perfection.
His life is full of perfection, so he hates everything imperfect in the world.
Until... he grew up and started working, and one day, the company arranged for him to work with a "mediocre" colleague.
Zhou Mo's apartment is located on the top floor of the tallest building in the city, and the floor-to-ceiling windows on all four sides offer a panoramic view of the lights of the entire city.
This space is like him - precise, cold and impeccable.
At least that's what he thought.
Every piece of furniture was designed by him personally, every angle was calculated repeatedly, and even the placement of the architectural magazine on the coffee table was measured with a ruler to ensure it was parallel to the edge of the table.
"Stupid." Zhou Mo's slender fingers ran across the photo of a famous architect's new work in a magazine, and a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He picked up a red pen and drew a few glaring circles on the picture. "The structure is unbalanced and the proportions are out of balance. How dare you publish a picture of this level?"
He kept criticizing like this, his expression becoming more and more distorted.
The ringing of his cell phone interrupted his criticism. The word "Boss" appeared on the screen. Based on his status, he could barely tolerate him for more than ten minutes, even though he was a waste in his eyes.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Mo answered the phone, his eyes still fixed on the design drawing in the magazine that he had criticized harshly.
"Tomorrow's project meeting will be moved forward to nine o'clock. International clients need to participate via video." The boss seemed to have just returned from a business trip, and his voice was full of fatigue. "Also, the company has decided to let you and Lin Yan be in charge of the new museum project together."
Zhou Mo's fingers froze. He didn't even care who Lin Yan was and said directly: "You know, I don't need anyone's cooperation." He deliberately emphasized the last two words to express his attitude.
This guy, should he understand? If he still doesn't understand after he said so, then he must be really stupid, right?
Unexpectedly, the boss just sighed helplessly: "Alas, Zhou Mo, I know you don't like teamwork, but this project is too important, and this is a decision made by the top management, you can't refuse."
Teamwork?
Zhou Mo sneered. In his eyes, it was just an excuse for mediocre people to huddle together for warmth. A true genius always walks alone, and he is such a genius.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds. "Tomorrow at nine o'clock, don't be late." The boss finally said this and hung up.
Zhou Mo threw his phone on the sofa and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
The lights of the city danced in his cold grey eyes. He didn't need a team, collaborators, or "designers" who could only draw fancy lines.
His design is perfect and does not need to be tarnished by anyone.
At 8:50 the next morning, Cheng Mo stepped into the company lobby.
The elevator was packed with office workers. He stood in the corner, his body stiff, as if the presence of people around him was an invasion of his private space.
A lady accidentally touched the cuff of his suit. He immediately took out the disinfectant spray he carried with him and sprayed it twice on the touched area, attracting strange looks from people around him.
What are you looking at? This bunch of rubbish...
There were already several people sitting in the conference room.
Lin Yan was setting up the projector. She was wearing a dark blue dress today and her hair was casually tied behind her head. She looked capable and professional - perhaps that's the case in the eyes of ordinary people.
Zhou Mo only noticed the worn edges of the cheap dress watch on her wrist and her flat shoes.
"Good morning," the woman greeted him with a smile, "I have prepared some preliminary ideas and would like to discuss them with you first-"
“No need.” Zhou Mo interrupted her and took out an exquisite black folder from his briefcase. “I have completed the entire design plan. You just need to make a presentation file according to my drawings.”
The woman's smile froze on her face. "But the company wants us to collaborate on the design..."
"Cooperation means that both parties have value to contribute." Zhou Mo opened the folder, revealing the exquisite design sketches inside, "What do you think you can contribute to my work?"
The air in the conference room froze instantly. The other colleagues exchanged awkward glances. The woman's face flushed red, and her fingers tightly grasped the tablet in her hand.
The boss pushed the door open at the right time, breaking the tense atmosphere. "Is everyone here? Great, the customer will be online in five minutes."
After the meeting started, Zhou Mo presented his design plan——
The building seemed to have come from the future, with sharp lines, bold structure and breathtaking beauty. International customers praised it through the video, and even the company president, who is always picky, nodded frequently.
“That’s great.” The president exclaimed, “This is exactly the direction we want.”
The conference room was filled with praise from all kinds of people, but Zhou Mo just felt annoyed.
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