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Jocelyn took me to a well-known Chinese restaurant near the company, which specializes in new Sichuan and Hunan cuisines—anyway, it’s modern cuisine, and I’m ashamed to say that I cook new Chinese cuisine if I don’t specify “molecular cuisine”.

To be honest, apart from being expensive, the low-temperature Huadiao fish in this store is really good.

We are the most formally dressed customers in the store, no need to ask, the company pays.And it must be a special case: According to our reimbursement standard, we can only order one dish here.

Jocelyn insisted that she pay the bill and let me do as I pleased, obviously not intending to admit who was actually paying the bill.

My vigilance did not relax.

In fact, it has come to the present point, I don't need to be so vigilant towards Jocelyn.But things happened one after another, and I was overwhelmed, and now my original goal of "this thing" is simply out of the front line of the battlefield.It's hard to say whether I'd be able to resist Jocelyn asking seriously.In order not to fall into such a dilemma, it is better to be fully prepared from the very beginning.

I will follow up the discovery made by Kevin, the COO, the COO's recruiting of me, and some of my guesses about the internal divisions of the group have all been explained in detail, and it also implies that the person targeting the big boss is indeed the chairman.On the information channels, though, I made some inevitable ambiguities.Jocelyn turned one eye and closed the other, picking out the important places to ask, and didn't make too much trouble for what I didn't want to talk about in depth.

Presenting at the dinner table is an art.This is a public place again, and there are all kinds of people, so codewords and metonyms are indispensable, and many exchanges are only hidden underwater, relying only on tacit understanding.

Playing against the best is always rewarding.Jocelyn often observes my train of thought as soon as I start, saving a lot of work of threading needles.

However, one thing is very important: third-party data.

I haven't reported the leak of data until now, and I really don't know what to do.As far as I am concerned, I should have consulted my superiors before handing over such critical information. To take a step back, I should at least report it in time.It is a relatively serious malfeasance to cut first and play later, and I have delayed it for so long. If I were in Jocelyn or the big boss, I only grasped my malfeasance and did not know the whole picture of the environment I was in at that time. What should I do? think?

As far as Yu Li is concerned—as far as Yu Li is concerned, at the very beginning, the boundary of "this matter" is very blurred.Jurisdiction that is vague and never accepted is also disgusted by reason. It can neither explain reason nor rely on legal principles.

The details don't matter.

This kind of fuzzy handling of "details", I once again realized it deeply tonight.

I have made up my mind to conceal the third-party data leakage.The batch of documents obtained by An Ning vaguely point to the business development needs of the peers. If I explain this matter, the company may not be able to find out, nor will it be serious.After weighing it over and over again, I still made this decision, but facing Jocelyn, it was inevitable that I would be in a panic.

Kevin and I have always been at odds. During the short period of time when he took charge of the Asian department's business temporarily, Jocelyn must have noticed our discord at that time.Besides, Kevin and I don’t usually have close business contacts. Why did he suddenly change his attitude 180 degrees and still take the initiative to act as a broker between me and the COO?The strange thing is that Jocelyn was very prioritized in her questions, but she didn't mention a word about how I gained Kevin's trust.

I knew right away: she was doing it on purpose.

The level of trust and delegation of power from the big boss to me is so deep that I can't help but panic.

I am not grateful.

There is no such thing as a mighty emperor's grace. I use money to do things, and I am willing to follow entrepreneurs who do practical things like this.

——I am uncontrollably overthinking, suspicious, feeling that there is a pitfall, and feeling that I will be settled by Qiuhou.

After the meal, we returned to the vicinity of the company building. The documents that Jocelyn wanted to show me had to be connected to the internal network for rechecking before they could be operated, and the public wireless network outside was not very safe.

The information was called out, and I was about to take a closer look when Jocelyn reached out to block it: "You take pictures."

I thought I didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"You take a picture and watch it when you go back." Jocelyn remained motionless as she raised her chin towards the computer screen, "Hurry up."

I looked at her, but I was powerless to refute, so I silently followed suit.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Jocelyn took something out of the satchel slowly, then held it with both hands, and aimed at me.

I twist away.

is a cell phone.

"Business." She was extremely calm, without the apprehension she should have had when she was caught, and even raised her eyebrows, expressing dissatisfaction with my stiff facial expression, "Smile. Where is your smile?"

"I can't tell when I smile now." I pointed to the mask.

She didn't ask me to take off the mask again, she just forced me to smile seriously - I don't know why someone laughs at the scene of the "crime" - and finally put down the phone, stood beside me for a while explain.This kind of business is completely a blind spot of my knowledge, where to focus and how to look at things, all of which rely on Jocelyn's guidance.I listened intently, with no distractions.

To be honest, Jocelyn took pictures of my "criminal evidence", and I feel more at ease. At least I can break free from the endless suspicion and breathe for a while.

The company's information statistics on shares are very comprehensive. Some of the annual reports disclosed to investors are written as "not applicable", and there are also detailed explanations in the company's internal documents.Most of the information I need is concentrated on the side of minority shareholders. After a quick glance, what impresses me the most is the shareholding ratio of the CTO.

It was previously discovered that he is a major shareholder who is required to disclose relevant information according to law, and now he still has 5.00% of voting rights. I thought he just fell past the 1000% threshold last year.Now that I read the detailed information, I realize that the original CTO shares are not too many, around [-] to [-] million shares.In the initial stage of the company's stock issuance, he has been buying in the market. After several years, he cashed out and left the market, and his value skyrocketed, but the Class B shares in his hand were basically not lost.

When the amount of money reaches a certain level, people cannot get enough stimulation from this kind of gains and losses. Money returns to its original status as a tool, and the human nature is gradually revealed and enlarged until it cannot be ignored.Changing places, CTO and Liang Heng have similar positions, and their work content complements each other. However, the difference is so big that I am afraid that it is inevitable to feel unfair.

Thinking of this, I asked one more question: "I know that when the entrepreneurial team was formed, our chief scientist was still working in Hangzhou. Why did he get almost double the shares of the CTO when he joined later?"

"Li Song personally gave him some." Jocelyn didn't intend to hide anything, and immediately answered casually.

Most of my attention was still on the data, and she used "big" words. I nodded slightly, but I didn't react at first.But I was completely flabbergasted when I realized what Jocelyn had said: "He gave him five percent of the crab shell stock?"

"Four. Heng once signed a gambling agreement, and he already owned [-]% of the shares."

Jocelyn's tone was casual.

I took a breath.

Even for employees with single-digit job numbers like Jocelyn and the boss, the shares they get are only a fraction of one percent.Four percent, more than 39 billion US dollars, what kind of concept is this?

The district where my hometown belongs to has a yearly GDP of about the same amount.

"He gave him a gift of $40 billion." I imitated her calm tone and stated my shock again in different words.

"At that time, no one knew what the company would develop into, and you couldn't measure it by today's stock price." Jocelyn said, "Besides, the underlying logic of our software was all written by Heng, and we had less than fifty people at that time... …Besides, Liang Heng’s qualifications did help the company attract enough investors in the early days. Our neighbor’s lead investment was crucial. Although they may regret it now.”

She didn't seem to think that the four percent gift was too much.I know that Liang Heng is a master of technology, otherwise the big boss would not be so courteous and corporal, but I still don't have a clear understanding of his importance.

This is the first time I heard that the giant next door participated in the early investment of our company.According to Qiao Celin's tone, she was still targeting Chief Liang.I can't help but feel that there is a deep meaning to this: is she implying something to me?

Leaving the news to Liang Heng?

Naturally, I couldn't ask this question out of my mouth.I just confirmed some details of the remaining data with Jocelyn, and checked that the data captured on the phone were clear enough, so I didn't want to disappoint her kindness.

Jocelyn suddenly said, "I'll send you the photo."

"what?"

"The photo I took just now." She pulled out the photo album on her phone and showed it to me. "The moment you raised your head was just captured by the camera, and this stiff smile is also very good."

I really didn't know how to answer the question, and asked, "From which point of view is it 'good'?"

"It's very interesting." Jocelyn was side by side with me, swiping the photo to the left.Turns out she took a few more shots—but my attention was no longer on my awkward, polite look.

I kept the photos of the "crime" that Jocelyn kindly gave me, and my one-liners were not as creative as usual.Jocelyn is still very gentle to me tonight, I can see that she is very happy, happy to find a way out for the company, and seems to be happy for the big boss.

Of course I was also extremely excited.

But amidst such excitement, I felt that I was stepping on the ladder made of clouds step by step, as if I was about to fall to the earth in the next moment.

Maybe it fell into the bottom of the sea?I thought for no reason.That hotel faces the sea after all.

In front of my "evidence" is a photo of the Shangri-La Hotel, apparently taken by the pool.Although it was just a quick glimpse, I was very sure of the shooting location, and the white prison-like building was really impressive.The bleak iron balconies become a kind of footnote about the prison: the beautiful coast is like a dream that is close at hand, and it is like shackles.

This resort is in Sentosa.I don't know what happened in the past, and what others saw was true or false—but just recently, Jocelyn undoubtedly appeared in Sentosa.

why?