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I walked straight to Brother Xi's desk, carrying a stack of "antique" documents.
He was lounging back with his legs crossed, grinning at the computer screen for reasons unknown.
"Brother Xi, care to explain?"
I dropped the moldy pile onto his desk.
He lifted his eyelids, glanced at me, then at the documents, his face filled with impatience.
"What is this? Get it out of the way; it's blocking my path to fortune."
"These are the new documents from my cabinet. How did they turn into this?"
"And what's that smell? Don't you think it's a bit overwhelming?"
Brother Xi scoffed, sizing me up from head to toe.
"Xiao Zhou, are you still half asleep?"
"Are you blaming me for losing your documents? Who saw them?"
He shrugged innocently.
"I've been busy chasing performance lately, hardly had time for these trivial matters."
"Besides, maybe you just misplaced them yourself?"
I pointed at the pile of papers.
"These are clearly the old project documents you were responsible for. Where else could they have come from?"
Brother Xi stiffened his neck.
"Who knows! The trash can is right there, and the cleaning lady collects it every day. Maybe she stuffed it in your cabinet!"
"Besides, this office area is public; anyone could have left it here!"
He started to turn the tables.
"But you, Xiao Zhou, publicly contradicted me at the meeting yesterday. You have no sense of the bigger picture!"
"You affected my motivation to push forward and delayed the team's performance. Can you take responsibility for that?"
"I think I need to report this to Manager Zhang; your lack of teamwork is a problem!"
Fine, I understood completely.
Arguing with someone like him was like playing music to a cow.
I took a deep breath and forced a smile on my face.
"Alright, Brother Xi, let's say I didn't ask."
I turned and walked away.
I paused beside the trash can, my foot hesitating for a moment before I let go.
That pile of "antiques," mixed with a few sheets of my originally pristine documents, landed precisely outside the trash can, neither too far nor too close to Brother Xi's workstation.
In the afternoon, Manager Zhang made his rounds in the office and immediately spotted that unsightly "garbage."
Frowning, he called Brother Xi over and whispered a few reprimands.
Brother Xi nodded eagerly, his face looking worse than a pig's liver.
I buried my head in organizing files, a smirk creeping onto my lips.
The next day, after being singled out by Manager Zhang, it was clear that Brother Xi had shifted the blame onto me.
The retaliation came swiftly and fiercely.
Early in the morning, I discovered that several major network ports I was responsible for had their property information altered to a chaotic state.
Either the prices were absurdly misquoted or the status had simply changed to "sold."
When clients called in to question me, I found myself in a frantic scramble to explain.
To make matters worse, an email from the Compliance Department arrived as well.
They stated that they had received an anonymous tip-off accusing me of "improper operations and false advertising," demanding a written explanation from me.
What a guy! It seems he's trying to tarnish my reputation and cut off my livelihood.
This tactic is dirty and ruthless.
I suppressed my anger and first clarified the situation with the Compliance Department, stating that this was malicious defamation, and requested the IT department to assist in checking the backend modification records.
I knew it had to be Brother Xi behind this, but mere speculation wouldn't suffice.
When dealing with such a slippery character, I needed solid evidence to deliver a fatal blow.
I began to discreetly keep an eye on Brother Xi's movements.
This guy might seem slick on the surface, but his hands might not be clean.
Sure enough, within a few days, I caught a whiff of something suspicious from scattered information and his calling habits—he seemed to be secretly contacting several major clients that hadn’t been reported to the company.
The opportunity had arrived.
During one instance when he was in a hurry to meet a client and left his computer unlocked, I quickly glanced at his WeChat chat history.
There it was—something fishy!
Another time, I found a misprinted screenshot in the printer's wastebasket that contained strange account information for payments.
The chain of evidence was complete!
I organized the scattered evidence and anonymously sent it to the head of the company's inspection department and the contact person at the major client that Brother Xi was trying to impress, using a newly registered email.
The subject of the email read: "Potential Risk Alert Regarding Your Company's Consultant."
Hidden merit and fame.
In the following days, Brother Xi was clearly restless.
I heard he had been summoned by the inspection department for tea several times, and the major client had also become noticeably cold towards him.
The way he looked at me was filled with suspicion and resentment, but he couldn't lash out in the office.
His expression, a mix of frustration and helplessness, was truly a source of joy for me.
That afternoon, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer.
With a loud bang, he stormed over to my desk and slammed his hand down on it.
"Zhou Kai! Are you the one behind this mess?!"
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