its 017: framed

"Manager Qu, where is my USB flash drive?" Gong Ping turned his head and looked at Manager Qu. Manager Qu was stunned, thought for a while, and pointed to Secretary Wen: "Of course, it's with Secretary Wen."

"That's the best." Gong Ping smiled and said, "Secretary Wen, please plug my USB flash drive into the president's computer, and I will immediately prove that I have been framed by others."

"Okay..." Secretary Wen found Gong Ping's USB flash drive with curiosity. After getting Mu Shan's permission, he plugged it into the USB port of Mu Shan's computer and opened the USB flash drive, which contained more than a dozen clearly classified folders, which stored some reports that Gong Ping was processing.

"Manager Qu, you have a bad problem like other colleagues in the department," Gong Ping said with a smile. "That is, after taking my USB flash drive, I always can't remember to return it to me. For this reason, I have to spend money to buy USB flash drives one by one. But this problem also has an advantage, that is, it can be used to prove my innocence now. If I remember correctly, I gave you this USB flash drive five days ago, that is, at about 10 a.m. on the 12th, right?

"Why are you asking this?" Manager Qu frowned.

"Answer." Mu Shan looked at him with sharp eyes. Manager Qu nodded hurriedly: "I can't remember the exact time, but it seems to be four or five days ago."

Gong Ping nodded: "That's good. Mr. President, please have a look."

As he spoke, he right-clicked on the PPT document in the USB flash drive, selected the "Properties" item, and then clicked the "General" item.

"President, do you still think this is my mistake?" Gong Ping asked with a smile.

Mu Shan and Secretary Wen came over curiously. After looking at it for a while, they didn't find anything. Gong Ping pointed to the small menu with a mouse pointer: "Please look at the creation and final modification date of this file. This can prove that this document was moved by someone else after leaving my hand.

In an instant, Mu Shan's face changed and he looked up at Manager Qu: "Fat Qu, what's going on?" Manager Qu was stunned and rushed over to take a closer look.

On that menu, it is indicated that the file creation date is the 10th of this month, but the last modification date is the evening of the 14th of this month.

"This..." Manager Qu was dumbfounded. He looked at the screen and said half a day later, "No one has ever touched it?"

"I just got this from Manager Qu this morning." Secretary Wen hurriedly got rid of his suspicion.

"Fangzi Qu, what's going on?" Mu Shan's eyes were cold and he stared at Manager Qu fiercely. Manager Qu was sweating like rain, but he really couldn't explain the "last modification time" problem. He shouted in his heart, "What's going on? Is it haunted?

"The USB flash drive was handed over to Manager Qu on the 12th, and the last modification date of the documents in the USB flash drive was on the 14th." Gong Ping said, "So the person who modified this document can't be me at all. I think maybe some people want to frame me on purpose. I just understood why Manager Qu didn't let me give it to the president in person, and why I handed over the USB flash drive to Manager Qu on the 12th, but he didn't give it to Secretary Wen until this morning. Maybe studying the PPT software and how to modify the PPT manuscript to frame me has taken up Manager Qu for several days.

"What are you talking about?" Manager Qu stared. What are you and worthy of my framing? President, this must be the devil!"

"How can I play tricks?" Gong Ping said angrily, "Can I sneak into your office and get a USB flash drive to modify the manuscript in it when you are away?" Ask your secretary, when did I go to your office while you were away?

"President, it must be this guy." Manager Qu explained in a panic, "He deliberately framed me."

"Enough." Mu Shan waved his hand and said, "Get the fuck out of here."

"President?" Manager Qu was dumbfounded.

"Get out." Mu Shan pointed to the door and said, "Get out of here."

Manager Qu wanted to explain something, but Mu Shan had grabbed a folder on the table, threw it at Manager Qu, and roared, "Get out!"

Manager Qu was so scared that he hurriedly rolled and crawled out. Mu Shan rubbed his temples with his hands, took a deep breath, and said half a day later, "Gong Ping, if there is such a task in the future, just bring it to me directly."

"President, otherwise I would have just done my part." Gong Ping smiled.

"No." Mu Shan shook his head, "I won't waste any talent. You are all the hope of the company's progress. It is a sharp weapon for me to win the affirmation of the board of directors. I can't waste it. Go ahead and work hard. As long as you work hard, there will always be a day to come out.

Then as he rubbed his temples, he turned his head to Secretary Wen and said, "Call the personnel department and tell them to let Fatty Qu roll to the outside for sales promotion. The manager of the sales department... I'll decide in a couple of days."

"I know." Secretary Wen hurried out to make a phone call. Mu Shan waved his hand: "Gong Ping, go back. Work hard."

"Thank you, President." Gong Ping bowed, stood up straight and looked at Mu Shan, and stopped talking.

"What's the matter?" A moment later, Mu Shan found that Gong Ping did not mean to leave, so he stopped rubbing his temples and turned his head to look at Gong Ping.

"President, rubbing like this when you have a headache can't relieve it." Gong Ping smiled and said, "I have been learning massage with the massage master for a few months. Do you want me to help you relax?"

"Oh?" Mu Shan looked at Gong Ping with great interest, sat down slowly and nodded, "Then come and have a try. Does this kind of thing really work?

"This can be regarded as a kind of physical therapy." Gong Ping walked over slowly and stood behind Mu Shan. He looked at the strong luck beside Mu Shan, and then at the huge doom monster attached to Mu Shan, with a smile on his face.

"It's so hateful!" Yun said beside him, "If only I knew who hated him so much. Now I have such a good opportunity, but I can't break down his bad luck. It's really hateful!"

"Relax and don't worry." Gong Ping's words were a pun, and he said to Mu Shan and Yun at the same time.

Decompose bad luck? Now is far from the right time. What Gong Ping has to do now is to get as close to Mu Shan as possible and slowly become the person around him. In this way, he will have the opportunity to know who Mu Shan's sworn enemy is. He combined the shampoo technology he learned from the Korean hair salon with the massage technology learned from Chen Dachong to do the most meticulous massage for Mu Shan. In this comfortable and numbing pleasure, Mu Shan couldn't help relaxing his spirit and body. He leaned against the swivel chair and almost fell asleep.

"How about it? Does it work?" Gong Ping asked.

"No." Mu Shan said, "It's not effective, it's too effective. Gong Ping, you are really good at it. How can you do anything?

"No." Gong Ping said with a smile, "It's just a massage. President, if you have a chance, you can try a full-body massage, which can not only treat some diseases, but also effectively maintain the body, such as solidifying Peiyuan, nourishing the kidney and strengthening yang.

"Oh?" Speaking of this, Mu Shan immediately became interested. He opened his eyes and asked, "Can you really do it?"

"Of course." Gong Ping smiled and said, "The master who taught me is in his fifties and as strong as a young man."

"People have to be old." Mu Shan sighed, "I'm also in my fifties. My health is getting worse day by day."

"I can't see it." Gong Ping said, "From the appearance alone, you are in your forties at most. If you don't look at your face, just look at your body. You look like a young man in his thirties."

"Fearing." Mu Shan smiled.

"If I knew how to flatter, I wouldn't be a bullied employee." Gong Ping smiled. He was not framed because he was jealous of his boss.

"I didn't expect that Fatty Qu could do such a thing." Mu Shan snorted, "Just to stop a young man from moving forward, let me lose face on the board of directors!"

"He may also be out of helplessness." Gong Ping said, "People who are incompetent are always afraid that capable people will appear in front of their bosses. I think all incompetent people will be worried about such a thing and turn around."

"You can see it very well." Mu Shan said.

"I'm just helpless." Gong Ping smiled.

"You are an interesting person." Mu Shan also smiled and said, "Well, my head doesn't hurt anymore. Go ahead."

"If you need to relax next time, feel free to call me." Gong Ping retreated with a smile and met Secretary Wen head-on. He smiled at Secretary Wen: "Secretary Wen, you have a good hairstyle."

"Thank you." Secretary Wen couldn't help brushing his hair and gave Gong Ping a smile.

"Uh-huh..." Gong Ping looked at her and stopped talking. Secretary Wen asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"There is a Korean hair salon, and the boss is an internationally famous hairdresser." Gong Ping said, "Her craftsmanship is great. I've seen a woman who is not very beautiful. When she does that, she becomes a star. I'm wondering if a beautiful woman like you come to her, I don't know what will happen.

"Is it really that good?" While listening to the other party praise that she was a beauty and was secretly happy, Secretary Wen couldn't help yearning for the magical hair salon.

"I can take you there when I'm free." Gong Ping said with a smile.

"Then... tomorrow." Secretary Wen looked eager to try, "I was going to do my hair at the one I often go to tomorrow. Since you said this one is good, I'll try it. Don't squibble me."

"How come." Gong Ping smiled. Yun asked in his ear, "Do you want to use Jin Shanzi to set the secretary's words?"

"Yes." Gong Ping was about to leave to answer the question of luck, but Secretary Wen suddenly stopped him: "Gong Ping, you just came out for a long time. What did the president say to you?"

"Nothing." Gong Ping smiled and said, "I have learned a little massage before. The president just had a headache, so I helped him press it."

"Oh." Secretary Wen nodded thoughtfully and turned to leave.

"Secretary Wen." Gong Ping stopped her in turn.

"What's the matter?"

"I am a man and will never conflict with your rights and interests." Gong Ping said half jokingly, "So no matter how close I can get to the president, it won't affect your position in front of the president. Maybe on the contrary, we can also help each other.

Secretary Wen was stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect Gong Ping to say such a thing.

"There are more." Gong Ping continued, "If there is a chance, I can give you a massage. There are several facial massages that can effectively eliminate eye wrinkles, which is much better than any chemical."

"Really?" Secretary Wen covered the corners of his eyes and asked unmovedly.

"Of course." Gong Ping smiled. He knew that he was one step closer to Mu Shan.