"This, Assistant Shao, if you stay by Boss Su's side long enough, you'll understand," Jiang Qing said.
It was easy to see.
Assistant Shao had practically whisked Young Master Lin away—how could Boss Su not be furious?
The look Boss Su gave Assistant Shao at the time made it clear this wouldn’t be brushed off so easily.
As for the words she taught Shao Xingfan to say, they were exactly what Boss Su wanted to hear.
Hearing them would calm Boss Su down, and naturally, Shao Xingfan would avoid punishment.
"Secretary Jiang, do you know why Boss Su punished me?" Shao Xingfan couldn’t help but ask.
If he knew, he could avoid it in the future—no more being sent to Africa for hard labor.
Jiang Qing replied, "Think carefully. What did Boss Su say when he called you into his office?"
Shao Xingfan thought for a moment, then his face filled with shock. "You mean… Young Master Lin? Boss Su got angry because I asked Young Master Lin to help me with a computer problem?"
"Exactly," Jiang Qing nodded.
Shao Xingfan finally understood why Secretary Jiang had advised him to send Young Master Lin back by 1:40 PM.
It was a kind warning to spare him from Boss Su’s wrath.
"Secretary Jiang, you’re truly a lifesaver," Shao Xingfan said gratefully.
Not only had she warned him about Young Master Lin, but she’d also given him a way to avoid punishment.
Receiving such praise, Jiang Qing guiltily rubbed her nose.
She wasn’t some saint.
She just felt guilty and wanted to make it up to Shao Xingfan, easing her own conscience.
"We’re colleagues working under Boss Su. We should help each other, right?" Jiang Qing chuckled.
Shao Xingfan, full of loyalty, declared, "Secretary Jiang, you’re practically my savior. If you ever need anything, just ask. I’ll do everything I can to help."
"Good," Jiang Qing nodded.
After Shao Xingfan left, she let out a sigh of relief.
So much guilt.
She really needed to stop doing such underhanded things.
Meanwhile…
Less than ten minutes later, Lin Xuan arrived at Tianmu Group.
Lei Hui was already waiting at the entrance.
The moment Lin Xuan stepped in, Lei Hui approached eagerly. "Boss," he said respectfully, grinning from ear to ear.
Perfect—the boss was here. Now he could finally dump that pile of documents on him.
Lin Xuan’s temple twitched.
Here we go again.
That look on Lei Hui’s face meant another mountain of work was waiting.
Ugh.
Lin Xuan sighed.
What kind of employees had he ended up with?
"Boss, we’ve been waiting for you. Without solving this issue, the development of the battle royale game can’t proceed. We had no choice but to call you in," Lei Hui explained, leading Lin Xuan to a workstation.
"Here, Boss, take a look."
The game development team crowded around, forming multiple layers of onlookers.
They were eager to see how the boss would tackle this problem.
Lin Xuan stared at the computer screen while a staff member briefed him.
"Boss, the main issue we’re facing is…"
After listening, Lin Xuan nodded. "Got it."
His brow furrowed.
The employees whispered among themselves.
"How long do you think the boss will take to solve this?"
"I’d say an hour."
"Forty minutes, tops."
"With the boss’s skills, I bet thirty minutes is enough."
A young staff member frowned. "An hour? Thirty minutes? Are you joking? Our entire department couldn’t crack this in two days. How could the boss solve it alone in thirty minutes?"
That was impossible.
No matter how talented Lin Xuan was, solving this so quickly just wasn’t feasible.
Another employee glanced at him.
This colleague must have only joined the company a month ago—he’d never seen the boss in action.
"You’re new, so you don’t know just how incredible our boss is," the employee said proudly, as if boasting about himself.
"When we were developing King’s Pesticide, we hit a major memory issue—over 20GB, and we couldn’t reduce it no matter what."
"But when the boss stepped in, it took him less than forty minutes—thinking and coding included—to shrink it down to just a few GB."
The young staffer looked skeptical.
That impressive?
Game memory optimization was a notorious industry headache. Yet King’s Pesticide, a massive game, only took up 4-5GB?
Such efficiency drastically reduced uninstall rates and boosted player retention.
Many had wondered how Tianmu Group pulled it off, but no one had ever figured it out.
"Of course he’s impressive. Our boss is a freak of nature in computer science. There’s no problem he can’t solve," the employee bragged, beaming with pride.
Hearing this, the young staffer grew curious—just how fast would Lin Xuan solve this issue?
Lin Xuan remained focused on the screen.
Seven minutes later, he had a solution.
His fingers flew across the keyboard without pause.
The young staffer checked the time in disbelief.
Only seven minutes?
"The boss is starting already?" he muttered, stunned. "Is he just typing randomly?"
The older employee raised an eyebrow. "Does he look like he’s typing randomly?"
The young man shook his head. It didn’t seem like it.
But this problem was extremely complex.
For most people, cracking it would take weeks. Yet here was Lin Xuan, solving it in seven minutes? It sounded like a fairy tale.
Was his approach even correct?
The young staffer frowned, eyes glued to the screen.
Ten minutes passed.
Lin Xuan kept typing.
Twenty minutes.
Still going, his speed unchanged.
The young man couldn’t help wondering—
How was the boss not exhausted after typing this long?
Finally, Lin Xuan stopped.
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