novelaction Chapter 160: Wen Li: It’s too late to delete it now; a strange scene that scared Wen Yan into a cold
Chapter 160: Wen Li: It’s too late to delete it now; a strange scene that scared Wen Yan into a cold
Wen Yan returned to her room. After remembering something, she quickly turned on her work computer and started deleting things...
Wen Li was sitting on the sofa playing with the dog when the laptop on the table suddenly started running silently on its own.
Wen Li glanced away.
chuckled.
It’s too late to delete it now.
As soon as Wen Yan arrived at the company, Lu Zicheng called her to the office.
"At the beginning, LUCY was not so tough. They were probably testing our attitude. Now they are insisting on plagiarism." Lu Zicheng said.
Wen Yan frowned slightly and said nothing.
Lu Zicheng saw that she was in a bad mood and slowed down his tone: "Give me all your first drafts and those drafts before the refinement."
Although Lu's company did not take LUCY seriously, LUCY was not a small company and he certainly could not ignore it as Jin Bolin suggested. He still had to handle the matter properly.
What's more, it concerns Wen Yan.
Avoid unnecessary criticism of Wen Yan in the future.
Humiliated, Wen Yan bit her lip, feeling angry and powerless: "They falsely accused me of plagiarism without any evidence, so I have to prove it myself?"
"Just because I'm a newcomer? Because I happened to be working with Jin Bolin this time? I'm so unlucky that I became cannon fodder?"
Lu Zicheng looked at Wen Yan's slightly red eyes with heartache. He stretched out his hand tentatively, and finally mustered up the courage to gently hold Wen Yan's thin shoulders. The moment he touched her, Lu Zicheng's heart, which had been unable to be firm, seemed to settle down.
"That's why I have to clarify this for you."
His eyes were gentle and firm: "Don't worry, I will make them compensate you for the grievances and injuries you have suffered."
Facing Lu Zicheng's almost straightforward feelings, Wen Yan only nodded reservedly: "I'll go sort out the scraps and give them to you."
She left Lu Zicheng's office.
On the way back to the design department, she was glad that she had been prepared.
A rough draft of the design? She'd found it in Wen Li's trash can. It was 90% similar to the first version Grey had provided.
Even a blind man can see how similar they are.
Wasted manuscript?
She took the first draft she picked up from Wen Li's trash can and revised it more than ten times before it became what it is now. The earlier drafts became more and more similar to the one she picked up from Wen Li's trash can.
Her drafts and scraps were all evidence against herself, but she had deleted them all two nights ago.
I kept a few usable electronic drafts and spent two days revising them to cope with the current situation.
As for the paper draft, she didn't have time to draw it again.
I hope the revised electronic manuscripts can handle it.
Wen Yan thought all the way back to her office.
She sat down in front of the computer, intending to send the few electronic drafts she had prepared earlier to Lu Zicheng.
But when she opened the document, she found that the results of her two days of work had disappeared.
She frowned in confusion. She clearly remembered that it was sent over last night. Didn't she save it?
Wen Yan didn't think much about it.
He took his work laptop from the side.
It's still in the notebook.
Just prepare another copy and send it to Lu Zicheng.
However, when she opened the document, Wen Yan was stunned.
The design draft that was clearly saved also disappeared.
She searched for several documents but couldn't find them. She then went to the Recycle Bin but couldn't find them. She then tried to recover the files but still couldn't find them. It was as if her design drafts had never existed, leaving no trace.
This is definitely not because I didn't save it well.
Who touched her computer?
Wen Yan panicked for a moment.
There was no time for this, so she quickly took out a USB drive.
She was always cautious and made a copy at that time.
It is impossible that the contents of the USB flash drive will be lost again.
But she was still a little uneasy, and she was a little anxious to enter the password. When she opened the USB drive, Wen Yan was completely stunned in her chair.
No.
The contents of the USB drive were also lost.
How could this happen?! What on earth is going on?!
Why can the contents of USB flash drives also be lost?
Wen Yan was flustered. She opened her laptop and started searching again, checking every document.
Even restarted the computer.
But there is none.
She was a little panicked and finally checked the USB drive and office computer again. When she accidentally opened one of the documents, the content that popped up almost scared Wen Yan to scream.
The chair slid back slightly as she moved.
Wen Yan stared at the computer screen in disbelief.
On the screen, there were design drafts, but these were not what she was looking for, but the ones she had deleted.
Wen Yan stared at the computer with horror in her eyes, as if what was in front of her was not a computer, but a man-eating monster.
She had clearly deleted all of this.
Moreover, she had never transferred these evidences that could incriminate herself to the company's computer, let alone created a file. How could it appear here strangely?
Wen Yan swallowed her saliva. In broad daylight, she was frightened by this strange situation and broke out in a cold sweat, her face turning pale.
After a while, she mustered up the courage to sit back down and flipped through the documents with trembling hands. The more she read, the more cold sweat she broke out in.
All the ones she deleted, without missing a single one, are here.
Who did it?
This is the company's computer. It's impossible for anyone to break into Lu's security system. How could it be hacked without anyone noticing?
Unless you are an employee of the company.
Wen Yan quickly rejected this idea.
Not to mention that no one in the company had any reason to do this, she hid these drafts and scrapped drafts so carefully and never brought them to the company, so it was impossible for anyone else to know about them except her.
-LUCY-?
If they had such powerful means, why didn't they just throw the evidence in front of Lu Zicheng? Or had Lu Zicheng already received it?
Wen Yan fell into great panic. Her hands were trembling as she hurriedly tried to delete the evidence that could incriminate her.
However, an incredible scene happened.
She couldn't delete it.
No matter how she deleted it, the document, including the design draft inside, was still there. She made up her mind and simply restored the computer to factory settings, but the computer seemed to be controlled by someone and could not operate.
Wen Yan kept forcing herself to calm down.
Finally, she went to find the company's technical staff.
"No problem." The technician checked and found that the computer was working properly.
Wen Yan told him that the document could not be deleted.
The technician tried it and it was true.
"I've been infected with the virus..."
When the technicians were repairing it, Lu Zicheng arrived.
It took a long time for Wen Yan to bring the first draft and the scrapped draft.
Lu Zicheng was worried that she was affected by her emotions, so he came to see her.
Wen Yan was extremely nervous, but the technician behind her kept opening the document from time to time.
"The electronic versions of the draft and the first draft are all lost. I saved them all in my notebook... Sorry." Wen Yan blocked the office computer behind her, fearing that the document would be seen by Lu Zicheng.
"Lost it?" Lu Zicheng looked at Wen Yan's pale face and asked without thinking, "Where's the paper manuscript?"
Wen Yan: "I threw it away a few days ago..."
Lu Zicheng couldn't help but frown.
It is not surprising that electronic manuscripts are lost.
But the paper draft... This piece of jewelry made Wen Yan jump from a designer to the chief designer. It meant a lot to her. Even if it was a scrapped draft, it was meaningful to preserve it as a commemoration.
How could you even throw away the first draft?