its 016: Another mistake

"Can I leave it to you?" Gong Ping looked at Manager Qu and asked.

Manager Qu stared into Gong Ping's eyes with a cold face. The expressionless expression showed that Manager Qu was very unhappy now.

"Gong Ping, you have to figure out one thing. You are my subordinate, not the president's secretary." Manager Qu said almost word by word, "Don't think that the president will give you the PPT manuscript production, and you will suddenly become the person around the president. You are still an employee of the sales department, do you understand?"

"I'm really just an employee." Gong Ping pretended to have an awkward smile.

"Yes, you are just an employee." Manager Qu said, "Which employee have you met who can meet the president casually? There are hundreds of people in the company. If everyone wants to meet the president's department, does the president's office have to be changed into an employee reception?

"You mean..." Gong Ping deliberately pretended to be stupid.

"Give it to me." Manager Qu said, "The bottom-level person facing the president is the department manager, not the employee. Do you understand?"

"I see." Gong Ping smiled and said, "Just like the minister's memorial can't be handed over directly to the emperor, but should be handed over by the eunuch, right?"

"What do you mean?" Manager Qu's face changed again.

"No, no, no!" Gong Ping pretended to be panicked, "I don't use the metaphor, I don't use the metaphor!"

"Go back!" Manager Qu shouted fiercely, and Gong Ping hurriedly nodded, gave the USB flash drive containing the PPT manuscript to Manager Qu, and trotted all the way back to his position.

"This boy is bold." At this time, the woman with gold-rimmed glasses came over, leaned against the glass door next to Manager Qu, and smiled, "I actually want to see the president directly. For so many years, I really misread him."

"Dream." Manager Qu snorted, "Do you think you are not an ordinary person if you are met by the president once? Get rid of him sooner or later."

"Yes." The gold-rimmed woman with glasses sighed, "The president personally assigned him the task. Although it is only an inconspicuous job, the meaning is different. He now has the right to see the president directly. Lao Qu, you have to suppress him, otherwise, hum, I'm afraid your seat will be unpreserving.

Manager Qu snorted and said nothing more.

"This guy is really hateful." As soon as Gong Ping sat at his desk, he muttered anguishly. Such a good opportunity was ruined by him.

"It's not a good opportunity, and it's not a destruction." Gong Ping could still laugh at such a time, which was very puzzled.

"What, is it..."

"Nothing." Gong Ping smiled and whispered, "Actually, I have thought that he would not give me such an opportunity to get close to the president, so I deliberately did something. Wait and see. There will be a good show soon. He will definitely regret stopping me this time in the future.

"What do you mean?"

Gong Ping just smiled and did not answer. His secretive attitude made him very unhappy, so he ran angrily to accompany the idle and boring neighbor's table and secretly browsed the pornographic website.

Five days later, Mu Shan held a second board meeting to make the unfinished report last time. This time, he was well prepared and checked the PPT manuscript sent by Manager Qu in advance without any mistakes, so he nodded with satisfaction, praised Manager Qu for a few words, and then went to the conference hall to prepare.

The directors arrived in turn as usual. The chairman patted Bai Mushan on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Don't do anything wrong this time."

"Absolutely not." Mu Shan smiled awkwardly and thought, "Can't you expect me to be a little good?" Secretly greeted the eight generations of the old man at once.

This time, everything went well. According to the plan he had made in the first half of the year, Mu Shan analyzed the market prospects, future cosmetics trends, and explained his marketing and publicity strategies in detail. The directors nodded repeatedly, and the chairman squinted and his face was full of smiles.

Mu Shan believed that he had let the directors see the golden mountain that would belong to them in the future, so he satisfactorily transferred the report to the end, but at this time, something went wrong again.

When the secretary clicked on a page of PPT manuscript and showed Mu Shan's planning table, many directors secretly nodded and praised Mu Shan in their hearts. Time passed minute by, and Mu Shan explained the plan in detail for about five minutes.

At the moment of the arrival of the sixth minute, the still PPT manuscript page suddenly moved, and a ** picture of a beautiful woman jumped out of nowhere, replacing the original schedule with a smile. The secretary in charge of the operation of the PPT manuscript screamed on the spot in horror. Several directors who were drinking water were even more straightforward. He sprayed the water out of his mouth, either a table, or sprayed the face of the person opposite.

"What's going on?" The chairman exclaimed, and at the same time, he couldn't help wide-eyed and looked at the ** picture a few more times.

"It's too indewd!" A director shouted, "How can there be such a thing in the computer?"

Mu Shan was also stunned. He immediately turned his questioning eyes to Secretary Wen. The aggrieved and puzzled secretary looked at him and shook his head, saying that he was really innocent.

"What's going on?" Mu Shan said repeatedly in his heart, "How could this happen? I have checked this PPT document just now, and there is no such error? What the hell is going on?"

"I'm sorry." Mu Shan bowed deeply to the directors, "I think the computer... got the virus."

"Have you been infected with the virus?" A director exclaimed, "That's great! But doesn't the company install the latest anti-virus software every year? I remember that I spend a lot of money on this every year. How can I be poisoned?

"It's not poison, is it?" A director who seemed to know something about computers frowned, "I haven't heard of any computer viruses that will bring yellow pictures on the Internet into the computer. Don't you only download Trojans?"

"Some viruses are transmitted in this form." Mu Shan bravely explained that Secretary Wen was clever and immediately nodded: "Yes, many viruses spread in this way. Send the picture by email. As soon as you open it, it will automatically copy it to the computer. When the time comes, it will automatically attack."

These words somewhat terrified these directors who are not much better than illiterate in computers. They talked for a while, and the focus was only on the virus. No one doubted that it was the problem of the PPT manuscript itself. Mu Shan breathed a sigh of relief and motioned the secretary to turn off the computer and report the rest orally. Fortunately, the content of this report is all outlook, even without those reference data, it doesn't matter.

Barely finished the report. After sending the directors away, Mu Shan couldn't help clapping the table in his office and shouted, "Call me the fat man!" Call me that damn fair! If I don't kill them, I won't be the president of our company!"

Secretary Wen was scared and immediately called the two people by internal phone. Manager Qu's face was as dead ashes, pulled the calm Gong Ping, and quickly walked to the president's office. He stood tremblingly at the president's desk. Although he knew that the president was really angry, he didn't know why.

"It's really good." Mu Shan stared at Gong Ping fiercely, "This is your never-fault!" OK, that's great! Please explain to me why the PPT runs to the end. When I explain the planning table, a ** beauty suddenly pops up? Don't say it's a gift from the PPT software company!"

"That's impossible!" Gong Ping pretended to be stunned, and then denied it. I will never make such a mistake, nor will anyone! Even if you only have a few months of experience using PPT software, you will never make such a mistake!"

"Pay attention to your tone!" Manager Qu put on a sad and panicked expression on his face, but he smiled secretly and thought, "This boy must have used his working time to browse pornographic websites, got a virus, or accidentally inserted the downloaded picture into the PPT. You deserve bad luck!"

"Then how do you explain it?" Mu Shan looked at Gong Ping coldly, "Did I deliberately frame you? Secretary Wen, tell me about these two useless things carefully about the situation just now!"

"Yes." Secretary Wen nodded and raised her voice to talk about the situation just now. When talking about the sensation caused by the "beauty picture" jumping out, she couldn't help exaggerating several times, as if even the eruption of the volcano and the melting of the iceberg happened together.

"It's absolutely impossible." Gong Ping still has these four words. He kept shaking his head and argued loudly: "I repeat, even a novice can never make such a mistake. Because first, the background is a template set at the beginning of production. If you choose the wrong yellow picture, the background of the document page will become that picture. Second, that page is a simple data and table, and no one will click on the option to insert the picture when processing pure text. Third, I use it for my busy work every day. However, I often work overtime late at night for the reports stuffed by others. How can I have the time and energy to see this kind of thing?

"Then how do you explain this incident?" Mu Shan was still angry.

"Falcomment." Gong Ping said, "This is the only way to explain."

"What do you mean?" Manager Qu immediately attacked, "Who framed you?"

"I don't know." Gong Ping turned his head and looked at him. "After the PPT manuscript was made, I checked it several times and made sure that there were no errors, so I copied it to the USB flash drive and planned to show it to the president. But you stopped me and wanted to take the USB flash drive. After that, I don't know who has touched the manuscript in the USB flash drive.

"What do you mean?" Manager Qu was anxious, "You mean I'm framing you?"

"Maybe it was done by others while you didn't pay attention." Gong Ping nodded.

"Bullshit!" Manager Qu shouted, "You boy, you are the fucking framing!" I haven't moved your USB flash drive. I gave it directly to the president. How can someone tamper it? Besides, who will have the leisure to frame such a small employee as you? Boy, if you make a mistake, you have to admit it. Don't you feel ashamed to tell such a lie?

"President, I have evidence." Gong Ping ignored the song manager, but turned to Mu Shan and said confidently, "I have evidence to prove that the PPT manuscript I made is not wrong, but the PPT manuscript in my USB flash drive must have been changed by others."

"Oh?" Mu Shan became interested, "The evidence? I'd like to see how you can prove it.

Gong Ping laughed. Yun looked at Gong Ping with a puzzled face. He couldn't help thinking, "What kind of evidence can he show?" How can there be evidence for this kind of thing? Gong Ping, what on earth did you have in mind?