The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

A male researcher wearing glasses next to him frowned.

He muttered to his neighbor, "It's one thing for him to be arrogant normally, but what's the occasion today? It's a summary meeting! Professor Yan and the higher-ups are waiting to hear the results, and he dares to be late..."

"that is,"

Another middle-aged woman said in a low voice, "It's good that young people are energetic, but their discipline..."

The hushed whispers, like mosquitoes buzzing, echoed in the conference room.

Fu Hua pulled out a chair, sat down, and placed her notebook on the table.

His face remained expressionless, as if he hadn't heard those words.

"Quiet."

Professor Yan spoke, his voice low, and the muttering disappeared instantly.

He looked at Fu Hua with a kind and friendly attitude: "Comrade Fu reported to me in advance that she encountered an elderly person with a sudden illness on the way and helped take them to the hospital, which caused a delay. Saving lives is of utmost importance, so it's no big deal if we wait a little longer."

His gaze swept across the entire room, lingering particularly on Xu Jing and the two who had been whispering earlier.

"If you're so capable, then come up with a layered encryption scheme that the military will approve of, and make me willingly sit here and wait. Not to mention ten minutes, even if it's an hour or a day, I, Yan, will not utter a single word of objection."

The meeting room fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.

The researchers lowered their heads and stared at their notebooks.

Xu Jing twitched the corners of her mouth and said nothing more, her eyes entwined with thorny vines.

Professor Yan turned to Fu Hua and nodded: "Let's begin. Let's go over our achievements at this stage with everyone."

"Okay, Professor Yan."

Fu Hua responded and opened her notebook.

His gaze was fixed straight ahead, and a cool, clear voice rang out in the conference room.

Without any emotional involvement, get straight to the core data and logical framework.

Fu Hua's report was well-organized, with experimental data, comparative charts, and interim conclusions presented one by one on the blackboard.

In the conference room, only her steady voice narrating and the scratching sound of pen nib across paper remained.

"...This is the bit error rate comparison data after the new algorithm was adopted in the third phase."

She pointed to the table on one side of the blackboard.

Below the stage, the most senior researcher adjusted his glasses, staring at the documents in his hand.

He looked up at the blackboard again, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

He raised his hand: "Team Leader Fu, excuse me, but the reference values ​​for 'Channel B-7' that you showed do not match the data I reviewed in my notebook. The error exceeds the allowable range."

The air seemed to pause subtly.

Another researcher was also flipping through the documents in his hand.

The interface provider said, "The latency test data for 'Module 3' here also seems to have some issues; it differs from the original records from last week."

A low murmur of doubt arose.

Someone glanced at Fu Hua, their eyes filled with suspicion.

The subtext, "He's still too young," is almost palpable.

Professor Yan frowned slightly and put down his pen.

He leaned forward slightly, looked at the data on the blackboard, and slowly frowned.

These errors are quite glaring in such a crucial summary report.

Some of them are even "outrageous".

This kind of mistake is too basic.

Xu Jing lowered her eyes, her fingertips gently stroking the rim of the teacup, her gaze shifting slightly.

All eyes were on Fu Hua.

Professor Yan looked at her and asked in a deep voice, "Fu Hua, what's going on with these sets of data?"

Fu Hua remained calm and did not immediately look at the places where errors had been pointed out.

His gaze swept over Engineer Wang, who was in charge of the verification.

Then, his gaze swept past Xu Jing, whose eyes were lowered, and met Professor Yan's gaze.

"Professor Yan, colleagues,"

She spoke, her voice still clear and steady, "What I just showed was the summarized report data, including the parts where Engineer Wang pointed out the problems."

She paused, then pulled out another bound form from her folder.

"The original experimental records and the three verification and signature forms are here."

The baseline value for channel B-7 was originally recorded as 0.023, but I reported 0.025.

Someone entered 0.032 incorrectly during the aggregation without verification.

The delay data in Module 3 also exists, suggesting abnormal modification.

"Pass it on, everyone."

She handed the original, signed record to the researcher next to her.

As the papers were turned over, the expressions of those who had previously raised doubts changed.

Wang Gong's forehead was covered in sweat, and he quickly looked at Fu Hua.

He then abruptly turned to Xu Jing, his tone urgent: "This...this part of the data compilation and organization was done with Comrade Xu's help."

She said my schedule was tight and she wanted to help me out... I... I really didn't have time to check the original data one by one before I signed it... I didn't know she would make so many mistakes!

Xu Jing looked up, a hint of apology and embarrassment appearing on her face at the opportune moment.

She looked at Professor Yan and Fu Hua: "Engineer Wang was busy at the time, and I saw that he couldn't handle it all, so I thought I'd lend a hand."

Maybe I was too careless and misread the line when copying.

Or maybe I pressed the wrong key on the calculator. Next time, I'll definitely be careful and check it myself at least three times.

She was very sincere; it was such a serious problem.

A few words can easily turn it into carelessness and a mistake made by helping someone else.

They completely shirked their responsibility.

"Are you done talking?"

Fu Hua waited for her to nod before speaking again.

The sound silenced the entire conference room.

"If it were just a single instance of carelessness, it would be understandable, but Comrade Xu Jing's problems throughout the entire project went far beyond this one instance."

She took out several more documents from the folder and placed them one by one on the table.

"Without prior communication, the standard parameters of the No. 3 experimental platform were modified and records were set up, resulting in the invalidation of three consecutive days of data from Engineer Li's group, requiring a collective rework and retesting."

Li, the engineer whose name was called, nodded with a stern face.

"On the 15th of last month, they falsely reported that the 'critical filter' had been procured according to specifications, but actually submitted a substitute, which resulted in the performance of the assembled machine failing to meet the standards, wasting materials, and delaying the project by one week."

The explanation given afterward was that the supplier had sent the wrong goods, and that they hadn't checked carefully.

Old Zhang, who was in charge of the materials, sighed and shook his head.

I used to think Comrade Xu was enthusiastic and proactive, but it turns out he had ulterior motives.

This is a classic example of doing more harm than good and hindering progress.

"besides,"

Fu Hua picked up the last document, which consisted of several pages of communication records and brief explanations stapled together.

"He delayed completing the basic calculations for the interference simulation analysis, which he should have finished himself, until the last minute before the deadline, intending to hand it over to Comrade Liu."

After being rejected, the submitted calculations contained several fundamental formula errors, directly impacting the accuracy of the first-stage report.

Engineer Liu remained silent, neither denying nor denying the allegations.

Fu Hua raised her eyes, her gaze falling on Xu Jing's face. She glanced at her indifferently, then turned to Professor Yan: "Scientific research requires rigor, and responsibility must be assigned to specific individuals."

Carelessness, perfunctory work, procrastination, and shirking responsibility—packaging individual irresponsibility as negligence—repeatedly waste collective time and project resources.

Intentionally misleading the project's direction with key data is a fundamental error.

I believe this is no longer just a matter of ability.

It's more about attitude and a sense of responsibility.

Based on the above facts, I formally recommend that Comrade Xu Jing be transferred from the layered encryption project team.

The meeting room was completely silent.

The previous murmurs and doubts have completely disappeared.

The evidence was presented piece by piece, with the timeline, events, and responsible parties clearly outlined.

It's not something that can be covered up by simply saying "carelessness".