Three days later, the sun was shining and warm, and Paul stood outside the door of Mr. Peggy’s office, holding a printed report in his hand.

There are some obvious mistakes in the report, which are on the first and last pages respectively. At the level of Mr. Pegg, if nothing unexpected happens, they can be discovered. This is intentionally left by Paul. For stupid people, some illusory things are often needed.

face.

Paul knocked on the door a few lightly, and after receiving a response from Mr. Pegg, he twisted the handle and pushed the door and walked in.

On a large boss chair, Mr. Pegg was resting with his eyes closed, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and his right leg was on his left knee. He leaned against the chair, wearing a gray dress, with his

The gray long face matched very well. Sports news was playing on the computer. The excited commentator's voice was loud and his speech was very fast, as if it was an anti-aircraft gun firing bullets.

Seeing Paul walk in, he didn't move, but rolled the cigarette in his mouth with his tongue, and his dark gray eyes were still staring at the screen.

"Mr. Pegg, this is the report you want, please check it out." Paul placed the report before him and bent respectfully.

"Okay, let's put it first, I'll take a look." Peigo lowered the volume of the computer, reached out with his right hand, touched the report, and flipped it open casually.

Sure enough, as he raised his eyebrows, he pointed to one of them and said, "How could such a simple mistake happen?"

Paul leaned over and lowered his head, "Sorry, was it my mistake. Or was your level of high level! Thank you."

Then, Mr. Pegg discovered several mistakes - all of them that Paul intended to make. He looked even more proud and arrogant, and looked condescending.

There were several other mistakes that were missed, but they were enough to achieve the expected results, because Paul saw that Pago’s face was cloudless and clear.

Paul bowed his head and nodded, and after listening to his high speech, he said, "Mr. Pegg, I want to ask you for help."

Pegg was stunned. Maybe he didn't expect that the doctor who had always been arrogant would beg him and immediately showed false concern, "It's easy to say, I always care about young people."

Paul continued: "I have encountered some small difficulties in the scientific research project I am doing now. I would like to ask you to give me some guidance," Paul paused for a few seconds. "If you can be a host, that would be the best. I

As your assistant, I feel more confident.”

"How could I..." Before he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, and a look of fear appeared in his eyes, but he was more happy.

"The project has been basically completed, but I am not sure, so I just have to check it out." Paul hurriedly said.

"Well, it makes sense to say this." Peigo's frown just now stretched out again, a smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"It's a little bit flawed."

"What's the shortcoming?"

"We also need to add some experimental data, which we have, but I don't know if we can get it?"

"I can't get data from the projects I host, who else?"

"Thank you, you are so good at being your leader." After Paul said that, he felt a little embarrassed.

"What experimental data?"

"It's about the tumor alienation gene model."

"Oh, it's really a bit difficult. These top-secret information have been stored in the basement."

"It's okay, Mr. Pegg. If you really can't get it, just leave some shortcomings. Or I'll go find a manager, maybe he has a good idea."

Hearing this, Pegg slapped the desktop and said, "What manager do I need? I can do this!"

"That's great, I know you can do it." Paul said happily. In fact, he didn't want to find a manager at all.

Generally speaking, after approval, only technical supervisors of each department can enter the archive room in the database and query confidential information. As top-secret information, even Pegg has no right to check it.

Two days ago, Paul cracked the key of the top-secret file and found the data archive of the respiratory virus gene reset model. It is placed in the archive cabinet in the same direction as the experimental data of the tumor alienation gene model.

The data level is low, and Pegg's application should be approved. As long as Paul can enter the basement, he can come to the storage location of tumor alienation data. Can he find the data file for the respiratory virus gene reset model?

It depends on his level. After Jenny finished using it, she would quietly put it back with the same means. Even if she found the problem in the future, it would be difficult to investigate the reasons due to the long time.
Chapter completed!