Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

After eavesdropping on Xu Nianhe and Zhou Wenhong's plot, she thought hard, and then came up with such a way that it would not be honorable to say it.

This matter will last for a long time in the future, even forever (permanently), Jian Anran feels that she may not tell Wen Siheng the truth.

There is a high probability that he will despise such behavior.

The behavior he despised was exactly what Jane Anran conspired to do.

Last night, Wen Siheng was notified to go to the venue to draw lots for the order of today's report, and everyone had already received the news in advance——

ZH studio will report with them in the same group.

After deciding on this dishonorable matter in her heart, Jian Anran's tightly clenched palms began to sweat crazily.

At 8:35, there were not many people in the hall, and there were no staff at the entrance of the venue.

Straightening out her chest, Jian Anran specially hung her purple work card on her chest.

The purple work pass is the only certificate for entering and leaving the venue. Whether it is an infield staff or an external person participating in the meeting, they are all the same work pass. The only difference is the text inside.

Because there are not many people in the morning, most of the infield staff are still hurrying to make final preparations.

No one saw Jian Anran, who was sweating secretly on her forehead, and she walked into the venue just like that.

Boxes of mineral water were piled up next to the table responsible for signing in. Jane Anran calmly walked a tray from the table, unwrapped the plastic packaging of the mineral water, put a few bottles of water on it at will, and walked into the venue like this.

"Are you...?" A female voice came from behind, and Jian Anran shrank her shoulders subconsciously, her heart beating wildly.

Desperately suppressing her disordered breathing, she took a deep breath, with a standard smile on her lips, and gently held the work card on her chest with her left hand.

The other party wore a flight attendant's head and was wearing a black professional dress. She reached out to hold up her glasses, and only glanced at the job card casually.

"Sorry, there are quite a lot of staff today. I just want to confirm it after seeing you unfamiliar. Thank you for your hard work."

Jane Anran squeezed out a big smile: "It should."

The other party did not become suspicious again, and the busy venue made her not even notice that Jian Anran's forehead was already dripping with sweat.

Meeting room No. [-], meeting room No. [-]... Walking through the long corridor beside the venue, Jane Anran finally found the meeting room No. [-] they were assigned to.

When she entered the conference room, she hesitated for a moment, but she still didn't close the door.

I don't know when the staff will check here. Among the conference halls with open doors, the closed doors are more likely to attract attention and make people suspicious.

Looking up at the ceiling, the four corners are equipped with surveillance cameras.

Had to carry out her plan b. (Plan B)

Carefully placing the water in the tray on each seat in turn, when passing by the computer controlling the screen, the center of gravity of her arm was tilted, and a bottle of mineral water rolled down on the ground like this.

Immediately squatting under the table, Jane Anran quickly plugged the USB in her pocket into the mainframe of the computer.

"It's meeting room six now." Someone shouted from outside the corridor.

Difficult to advance or retreat for a while, Jian Anran hid under the table like this.

Are you going out now?

But what if someone finds out that it's not a staff member in the field?
If someone finds out that he is hiding under the table, how will he explain it?

"Huh? This meeting room has been set up." The staff stood at the door and said to themselves.

Her heart seemed to be in her throat, and Jian Anran hugged her knees with both hands, quietly hiding under the table, not daring to make a sound.

"This one has been set up, and the six conference rooms have been confirmed." The person at the door finished talking into the walkie-talkie in his hand and left.

Hearing that there was no movement at the door, Jian Anran came out from under the table.

Stretching her neck to make sure there was no one around, she took out the water that rolled under the table and put it on the table.

Guilty glanced at the monitor, Jian Anran stood up and patted her skirt, then pretended to be calm and walked outside the door.

As the time for reporting approached, all the staff in the infield gathered at the conference hall and the entrance, and there was no one in the long corridor.

In such a public place, she hardly had the fluke illusion that there was no dead spot for surveillance, and could only secretly pray that such a trivial matter would not be enough for the staff to check the surveillance.

When the monitoring records are overwritten after 30 days, her little tricks will forever become a mystery in this tender.

Before entering the arena, I loosened the laces of the leather shoes a circle, rubbed them lightly on the table legs, and then they opened.

Squatting behind the door, Jian Anran loosened and tied her shoelaces, tied them again, and after confirming that there was no one else beside her, she took out a mouse from her pocket.

This is the usb mouse she just removed from her computer when she returned to her room.

Jian Anran squatted at the door, and uninstalled all the software in the computer in meeting room No. [-], including Office, Acrobat (pdf reading software) and even the browser (which can also be used to open pdf).

Of course, she is very clear that most of the reports on their construction projects will be exported in pdf format, and a small part may be in ppt format.

As long as all the software that can be used to open pdf and ppt are uninstalled from the computer, then of course Xu Nianhe's project has nothing to say.

After uninstalling the software, Jian Anran even felt a little scary.

She still can't believe that she can come up with such a dirty trick in just ten minutes, and even put it into practice.

Going to the corner of the venue again, she placed a few bottles of water on the tray, and by placing the water again, she repeated her tricks, pulling out the usb plug and stuffing it into her pocket.

Her heart was still pounding until she walked out of the venue.

The last step left now is to export their report files into a picture format.

The computer may not be able to open ppt, or may not be able to open pdf, but the built-in software must be able to open the most basic image format.

The whole thing was almost seamless, the only loophole was that she couldn't wait for the elevator downstairs.

She completely underestimated the number of participants. In 15 minutes, every elevator that opened the door in front of her was full of people, and even when it was fully loaded, the doors didn't even open and went straight down.

As a last resort, Jane Anran opened the fire door of the escape stairs.

I don't know how many circles on the stairs, close to the threshold of hypoglycemia, Jian Anran finally saw the green sign on the first floor.

"Sorry for delaying everyone, I got up late." She explained this to the team members.

The others didn't seem to have much reaction, but the heart-warming little angel, Mi Yingying, was still comforting her, but it was Xiangyi who made sarcastic remarks all the way.

The leaders came to the stage one by one, and Jian Anran didn't listen to a single word of the speech at the opening ceremony.

From time to time, she glanced at the door leading to the meeting room on the right side of the venue, and Jane Anran didn't care to listen to these clichés.

Although he knew very well that his petty actions were unethical, but when he thought of Xu Nianhe relying on his own power and power, he specially recruited the director of the foundation, and the result was already decided before he reported it.

She is not reconciled.