The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 559 Detective Chuck Falls in Love with Me!
"Miss McKay, please meet Dr. Wolfe's needs!" Rita, the sister of the company owner, began to order.

"...Yes." Although Becca McKay felt that the words were a bit weird and thought-provoking, she still agreed.

"Dr. Wolf, I look forward to your results." The sister of the company boss got up and left while speaking.

With him was the bald, disgruntled chief financial officer.

"Dr. Wolf, what do I need?" Seeing that there were only the two of them in the meeting room, Becca rubbed her hands nervously.

"Get all the books from the past 15 years," Chuck said.

"Okay." Becca was not surprised by this, agreed and walked out.

Chuck watched her leave in a hurry, and walked out of the meeting room, and came to the testing laboratory of the living robot. Through the transparent glass, he could see several staff members in white coats helping several people with the help of the manipulator. A handless and legless African American gets prosthetics.

"What do you think these young people are thinking?"

At this time, another bald old white man came over, stopped beside Chuck, put his hands in his pockets and looked at the laboratory inside. Before Chuck could answer, he said to himself: "Why is my arm still there?" Perception? Why did everything come so fast? So bad?"

"I regret that I shouldn't go to the battlefield." Chuck interrupted the old white man's self-expression straightforwardly.

The bald old white man froze, and glanced at Chuck unhappily: "Are you Dr. Chuck Wolf whom Rita called?"

"Yes please! Mr. Blackburn," Chuck corrected.

"Call me Rama." The bald old white man looked at the calm Chuck with a smile on his face.

He is the boss of this company.

"Do you know the three major revenue sources of the living robot company?" the bald old white man asked.

"I only know the biggest source of income." Chuck said blankly.

"It seems that you didn't do your homework well." The bald old white man said with a smile: "The company's three main sources of income are consumer electronics, new-generation prosthetics, and unmanned military equipment.

The field of prosthetics has grown tremendously over the past decade.

The consumer electronics products have the highest profit ratio.

It will be followed by defense orders and prosthetics programs. "

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, and looked at him carefully: "You are not very well informed, what do you think is the biggest profit item? Prosthetics?"

"No!" Chuck said bluntly, "It's the stock market!"

"..." The bald old white man's pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hand to pat his forehead: "It seems that I was wrong, you did your homework in advance, what I just said was career..."

"You don't need to do your homework. All high-tech companies start with stories about the stock market." Chuck said frankly, "Whether the company burns money or makes money is not the most important thing. As long as the packaging is good, you can make money in the stock market in a day." The money is something that the company will not be able to earn in a normal operation for a lifetime."

"I don't really pay much attention to the company's IPO to raise funds, stock price rise, etc." The bald old white man sighed: "I have never been married, and I have no children, this company is my child.

In other words, my motivation has never been to make money!
When it comes to balance sheets, income statements, etc., I don't think the same way you do. "

"You want to go to Mars too?" Chuck looked at him expressionlessly.

"..." The bald old white man was very upset.

Although he doesn't know the story of going to Mars now, he is also the boss of a high-tech company, and he is very good at creating a Hongda vision and then making money in the stock market.

Therefore, the slogan of Mars will fall in love in an instant, and it is definitely an excellent gimmick in the stock market.

It's a pity that what Chuck said is that he also wants to go to Mars, and obviously someone is already planning to do so.

He wants to express that he doesn't care about money.

However, Chuck didn't cooperate with him like other people at all, giving him an expression of shock, admiration or admiration, but a squinting feeling that he was clearly looking squarely at.

Still that squint full of irresistible contempt.

This made him unable to pretend anymore, fell into deep thought, and didn't know how to continue.

Ugh!
The environment is so bad these days, no one even appreciates such a fresh and refined pretense.

"Anyway, you were invited by my sister."

The bald old white man slowed down and said, "I need you to be my eyes and ears. Whatever you need, just ask."

"I'm not being polite."

Chuck frankly seemed to be possessed by Mr. Guan, and under the gaze of the bald old white man with his mouth twitching, he walked towards Beka who was waving at him over there.

The bald old white man watched Chuck leave, his expression became cloudy.

meeting room.

"Dr. Wolf, the account books are here." Becca let Chuck in: "I cross-checked according to year and alphabetical order."

Chuck nodded slightly as he looked at the neatly arranged and symmetrical account books on the conference table, as well as the piles of account books piled aside.

"So what's next?" Becca was excited and looked at Chuck inquiringly.

"Tell me." Chuck began to look at the ledger.

"Tell me? Oh, that's where I found out the problem at first..." Becca thought she understood, but Chuck interrupted her before she finished speaking.

"Not this." Chuck continued to flip through the ledger: "This is your job, not your interest."

"My interest?" Becca was dumbfounded, not knowing why Chuck said that suddenly.

"You like this job?" Chuck asked.

"It's okay..." Becca replied subconsciously, feeling that her mind couldn't keep up.

"What about arranging and singing?" Chuck asked again.

"Ah!" Becca finally reacted, and looked at Chuck inexplicably surprised: "Dr. Wolfe, you know?"

"Pitch perfect, of course I know." Chuck raised his decorative glasses.

"Perfect pitch?" Becca was surprised for a moment, and the surprise expression was put away: "Didn't you watch the performance of our a cappella choir? It was all the beauty of our college days."

"I've seen it." Chuck didn't explain the relationship between Pitch Perfect and their a cappella choir, and looked at her: "You have a good arrangement."

"It's just an arrangement?" Becca smiled wryly, "Can't we sing well?"

"We like your arrangement more, and what you like and are best at is also arrangement, isn't it?" Chuck said the key.

"Yes." Becca nodded in a daze, and with Chuck's reminder, fell into the memory of the past.

When she was in high school, she habitually lived in her own world, and that world was the world of arrangement.

What she likes most is wearing headphones, using a computer to operate various electronic music DJs, and composing mixed electronic music tunes that she is satisfied with.

After entering university, she met several like-minded girls, and together they joined the famous acapella choir in the university, which had a scandal in the last session.

Everyone works together, and finally the acapella choir, which has a glorious past but is now in the bottom, will get out of the bottom, win one game after another, and create another glories.

Those days were the best days for Becca.

However, life in college is so beautiful that it flies by in the blink of an eye, and they graduate in a blink of an eye, and each of them has to find a job under the pressure of life.

The acapella choir also ushered in the leadership of newcomers, but they left reluctantly.

Once forced by life, those good sisters were scattered all over the place, and it was difficult to see each other. Many of them were high-spirited in their student days, standing in the spotlight like stars, but after leaving the campus and working, they quickly lost their brilliance and lived a very happy life. Unsatisfactory or even downcast.

It's okay for her to be like this, because she has a long history of family education.

Her father is an accountant, a very good one. Although she prefers music, she has learned a lot about accounting since she was a child.

After I came out, it was too difficult to gain a firm foothold in the tornado-like music industry by relying on my own skills, and to use my hobbies as work.

Therefore, she quickly recognized the reality and relied on her accumulation to easily get a job as an assistant accountant and be able to support herself.

But she didn't forget her own interests.

Especially when she was at her lowest point, she met a bosom friend who understood her very well on the Internet, and exchanged arrangements with her, which made her full of passion for life again.

These memories flashed quickly in her mind, and then she was attracted by Chuck's actions, but saw Chuck pick up an account book and flip it with one hand holding the spine of the book, and the thick pages began to flip quickly In a few seconds, he turned over one account book, closed it and put it aside, and picked up another one.

Repeat this process over and over again.

"Is that okay?" Becca couldn't help asking.

"Why not?" Chuck asked.

"..." Even though Becca knew some legends about Detective Chuck, he was still choked by this Versailles behavior.

Is this really cool?
"You're not really suitable to be an accountant." Chuck continued to talk to her while flipping through the ledger.

"Why?" Becca was upset.

Although she admired him, she was still a little unwilling to listen to his attitude and tone like her father's.

"Since you choose this company, you should think that the future of the 21st century is the era of intelligence." Chuck said frankly: "In that era, most jobs will be replaced by intelligent AI, and most human brains are not as good as Intelligent AI has computing power and execution capabilities, but some professions are difficult to replace.

Human beings still play an irreplaceable role, among them is the profession of accounting. Do you know why? "

"I don't know..." Becca wanted to be angry and tell the truth, saying that the reason why she chose this high-tech company was not because she valued the future, but because this company offered her the best conditions, so she came to up.

But she was angry when she was angry, but she was still rational, and she didn't say such words.

"Because an intelligent AI cannot go to jail or commit suicide for its boss." Chuck calmly told the truth that frightened Becca.

"...What do you mean?" Becca was startled: "Have you seen the problem with the account book?"

"Not yet." Chuck shook his head, and after Becca breathed a sigh of relief, he changed his voice: "The reason I flipped through the account books is only for the final accurate figures. As for your real concern, before I come here, I already knew."

"What's the problem?" Becca blurted out.

"It's nothing more than money laundering, embezzling money, and making false accounts to raise the stock price and make a lot of money." Chuck said lightly.

"You mean the boss knows?" Becca exclaimed in disbelief.

"In your eyes, does he, a self-made elite, be a fool?" Chuck reminded: "He doesn't even know about problems that you can find out?

Since you know but choose not to say it, then of course the benefits of pretending not to know are greater than speaking out, but you think you are the first to discover the problem and report it directly so that everyone knows. "

"Ah, this..." Beka clasped her hands unconsciously, and said in shock, "No way? If that's the case, why did the boss ask you to help check the accounts?"

"His sister invited me!" Chuck corrected: "After you made such a big noise, my sister who didn't know invited me again.

If he directly refuses, wouldn't it be more obvious that he has a problem. Before something really happens, people always tend to have a fluke mentality. "

Speaking of this, he glanced at Becca who was absent-minded: "What you should care most about now is not what they think, but yourself! Are you ready to commit suicide for the boss?"

"..." Beka was dumbfounded.

What are these words!
Why should she be ready to commit suicide for her boss?
wrong!

Reminiscent of what Chuck said before that in the 21st century, the occupations that intelligent AI cannot replace include accountants, because intelligent AI accountants cannot commit suicide in jail for their bosses, she felt chills down her back, and finally began to be afraid.

"Stimulating or not?" Chuck continued to flip through the books. "Have you got an adrenaline rush? Remember that feeling and maybe create better tunes later."

"It's not funny." Becca said frantically, "I like arrangement and music, but I haven't used my life to arrange it!"

"Really?" Chuck said bluntly: "That's a pity, you can't become a Buddha if you are not crazy! For you who have outstanding talents but can't reach the peak, with this kind of stimulation, the probability of creating better tunes will be greater."

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" Becca couldn't complain anymore, and suddenly thought of this, and looked at Chuck dumbfoundingly: "The danger of suicide doesn't exist at all, right?"

The more she talked, the more she realized: "If it's like what you said, you knew the truth of the matter before you came, and I was even at risk of suicide? Why are you still here? What are you doing? There is no shortage of money, so why take this muddy water?
It can't really be Rita's face, right?Or you like me, so you come here specially to save the beauty?I'm not that attractive!So there is only one truth of the matter, that is, you are simply scaring me and teasing me!You are too much! "

"Rita's face is worthless." Chuck said calmly, "I'm not short of money, and I'm not so bored as to frighten you into watching your jokes."

"What the hell is that?" Becca's heartbeat couldn't stop soaring.

Because Chuck ruled out most of the reasons she said, but left only one reason she cited.

"Your memory seems to need to be strengthened by training." Chuck said bluntly: "I have already said that we like your arrangement."

"..." Beka was stunned.

What us, what arrangement, she couldn't help but ignore it.

Her mind is full of 'I like you'.

(End of this chapter)