Xu Chi worked in metal design, but he had majored in programming in college and had also won the first-prize scholarship every year. Not only that, he was proficient in mathematics, physics, chemistry, and all related derivative subjects.
In the company before, there was a project nobody else wanted to take. Everyone said it was a thankless project that was impossible to complete. A project usually needed at least seven or eight people. If only Xu Chi wanted to take it, there was naturally no way to get the project started.
But Xu Chi promised the manager that he could finish it, and so he became the first person in the company’s eighty-year history to take on a project alone, and he completed it within a week.
He handled the work of the entire workflow by himself.
Before that, whenever Xu Chi won the Excellent Project award, some people would complain, thinking that a newly graduated student like Xu Chi could not possibly be that capable. There had to be someone behind him, someone covering for him from above, and even his entry into the company must have come through connections.
But after that project report in the company lobby, even the heads of the branch companies came. After that, no one dared question Xu Chi again.
One month before Xu Chi transmigrated into the manga, everyone was saying Xu Chi would be the next person promoted to team leader. Xu Chi himself knew there was no second candidate besides him. His superior was also giving him all kinds of hints, but at the time Xu Chi was thinking about whether to switch companies.
It wasn’t because the salary wasn’t high enough.
Mainly, he just liked trying new things.
He was young anyway, so wasn’t it refreshing to do something he had never done before?
In twenty minutes, Xu Chi completed the work that the original host Xu Chi had fallen behind on over the past two days, relying on the project sheet on the desk.
Two days of work took the current Xu Chi only twenty minutes. Besides being fast, it was also because the original host Xu Chi was truly clumsy and slow at work, so Cheng Zhangwen only gave him one-third of the workload other people had.
Even so, the original host Xu Chi still often could not finish it.
After finishing, Xu Chi sent a notification in the collaboration group.
Then he opened a private file. Inside was a string of garbled code, but in fact it was a runnable program package used to contact the person taking over from Xu Chi.
The person taking over was Yu Sui’an, Tianke’s director’s son.
No one would have guessed that Tianke’s director’s son, a man worth hundreds of billions, was still working for the hidden research institute.
…Program running…
…Message being entered…
『Task 112,000 completed』
Ten minutes later, the other side replied…
『Received』
According to the original novel, after the original host died, Yu Sui’an had a conversation with the people above. It said…
If Xu Chi had not died, the next task would have arranged for him to go to the National Central Research Institute.
That was the L-country base, because war was drawing near and personnel everywhere had to be reassigned.
Xu Chi, with no background, no brains, and no identity record, was the most suitable person to be sent to the most crowded venues as a protective assassin.
Mainly because the original host had completed the previous forty-nine tasks very well.
Just thinking that these hands he had transmigrated into had killed forty-nine people made Xu Chi’s scalp tingle.
He could only hypnotize himself into believing that it was the original him who had transmigrated over.
Anyway, he and the original host looked exactly the same. Why not just treat it as himself?
He contacted Yu Sui’an partly because he currently had no way to send You Chumu away. That management bureau looked completely unreliable, so he could only think of another way.
If he could not send You Chumu away, then sending himself away would also work.
Another reason was that if he delayed responding to the task for too long, sooner or later the people above would send someone down to investigate. If they found out he had brought You Chumu home and even eaten with him and everything, there would be no way to explain it. It would be a dead end!
Working in his line of work required both loyalty and a determination to die.
Of course, that was the original host, not him.
He was Xu Chi. He only did what he thought was right, and of course he would not work for idiots.
After sending the message, he sat in his seat waiting for a reply. His hands itched a little, and he wanted to take out his phone to play a match-3 game.
He touched his pocket and remembered that the original host’s phone had probably been lost in the fight with You Chumu that night, so it had never appeared again.
What he had just shown Cheng Zhangwen was the original host’s backup phone, which also counted as a work phone. There was nothing on that phone. He had changed the system and made up a fake leave-request text message. As for the real phone…
He opened the computer and, after a few simple operations, a red dot appeared in the digital display, showing the location tracker installed in the original host’s phone. But very quickly, the red dot disappeared, and the location vanished.
He enlarged the red dot and found that the red dot’s last appearance was at the garbage incineration station in Salt City, on the second day after he transmigrated…
So the phone had been burned as trash?
If that was the case, that was actually better. At least it had not fallen into someone else’s hands. If it had fallen into someone else’s hands… he was an assassin, and that phone contained all kinds of secrets. He would probably have been hunted down and killed.
Without shifting his gaze, he caught someone approaching from the corner of his eye. Xu Chi calmly shut down the computer, switched back to the modeling page, and stretched.
The one coming over again was Cheng Zhangwen, holding a file, potbellied, and looking furious. It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with the materials Xu Chi had just submitted.
Not dissatisfied, exactly. He was just here to cause trouble.
With a slap, Cheng Zhangwen threw the file onto Xu Chi’s desk.
“Twenty minutes? You finished the task in twenty minutes? Whose file did you send me?”
Xu Chi looked at him, then lowered his gaze to the file on the desk, and said calmly, “I wrote it myself.”
Cheng Zhangwen let out a contemptuous sneer. “You wrote it yourself? With your ability, you can actually write something like that?”
Before Xu Chi could speak, Cheng Zhangwen, as if he had found an outlet to vent the humiliation from earlier, spoke in an even more chilling tone, “Xu Chi, you know why you’re here. If you could finish this task sheet in twenty minutes, the whole company wouldn’t have a problem with you. You occupy the same position but can’t even do a third of what other people do… what right do you have? And now you’re even deceiving your superior and stealing other people’s achievements? A person with your character… not just me, the entire floor can’t tolerate you! Xu Chi, don’t think that just because someone is backing you, you can throw your weight around. I can still drag you down. Believe it or not?! Don’t think you can shit on my head!”
Xu Chi remained extremely calm, while Cheng Zhangwen himself grew more and more agitated, his face turning red as if he were about to explode.
His eyes were practically about to pop out.
Cheng Zhangwen was exactly that kind of person: extremely self-important, desperately concerned with face, vain and brutal, always wanting to put others beneath him, absolutely unable to tolerate anyone humiliating him.
People like that usually die the fastest in the business world.
However, in the original novel, Cheng Zhangwen did not die. He just ended up living miserably, with no trace of his former arrogance, and wandered the streets.
Xu Chi did not even open the file. He rolled his neck and asked, “Then tell me first, what’s wrong with the file?”
“There’s nothing wrong with the file, but…”
Before Cheng Zhangwen could finish, Xu Chi got the answer he wanted. “OK.”
Satisfied, he took the file, bent down, and with a few taps of his long fingers on the keyboard, the file filled with data began to work again, including the contents of each line and the time each line was typed.
He turned the computer slightly to show Cheng Zhangwen, then leaned back and sat in his chair again.
That poised, controlling posture, along with his casual yet impossible-to-ignore gaze, made him seem even more like a superior than Cheng Zhangwen.
Like a big shot behind the scenes that no one could afford to offend.