American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"Miss McKay, please meet all Dr. Wolfe's needs!" Rita, the sister of the company owner, began to order.

"...Yes." Although Becca McKay felt that these words were a bit weird and made people daydream, she still agreed.

"Dr. Wolf, I'm looking forward to your results." As the company owner's sister spoke, she stood up and left.

Leaving with him was the aggrieved bald financial director.

"Dr. Wolfe, what do you need me to do?" Seeing that there were only two of them in the conference room, Beca rubbed her hands nervously.

"Bring over all the account books from the past 15 years." Chuck said.

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

Chuck watched her hurried away, walked out of the conference room, and came to the living robot testing laboratory. Through the transparent glass, he could see several staff members in white coats inside helping several people with the help of robot hands. An African-American man with missing arms and legs was fitted with prosthetic limbs.

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

At this time, another bald old white man came over and stopped next to Chuck. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at the laboratory inside. Without waiting for Chuck to answer, he said to himself: "Why do I still have my arms?" Perception? Why did everything happen so fast? So bad?"

"I regret going to the battlefield." Chuck interrupted the old white man's self-expression bluntly.

The bald old white man paused and glanced at Chuck unhappily: "Are you the Dr. Chuck Wolfe that Rita came here for?"

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

"Call me Rama." The bald old white man looked at such a 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?" asked the bald old white man.

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

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

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

Consumer electronics products have the highest revenue ratio.

Defense orders and prosthetic limb projects follow closely behind. "

Having said this, he seemed to have thought of something and looked at him carefully: "You are not very well informed. What do you think is the most profitable project? Prosthetic limbs?"

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

"..." The bald old white man's pupils shrank, and he reached out and slapped his forehead: "It seems that I was wrong. You did your homework in advance. What I just talked about was career..."

"You don't need to do your homework. The first thing all high-tech companies do is tell the story of the stock market." Chuck said straightforwardly: "It doesn't matter whether the company burns money or makes money. As long as the packaging is good, you can make money in the stock market in a day." The money is more than the company can make in a lifetime through normal operations.”

"I actually don't pay much attention to things like the company going public to raise funds and the stock price to rise." 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!

My ideas about balance sheets, income statements, etc. are different from yours. "

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

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

Although he doesn't know about going to Mars now, he is also the boss of a high-tech company, and he is very familiar with the art of creating a grand vision and then making money in the stock market.

Therefore, the slogan "Mars" can be instantly recognized, 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. It's obvious that someone is already preparing to do this.

He wanted to show that he didn't care about money.

However, Chuck did not cooperate with him like others, giving an expression of shock, admiration or admiration. Instead, he looked directly at him but gave people the feeling of squinting.

Still the kind of squint full of unbearable contempt.

This made him unable to pretend any longer, and he fell into deep thought, not knowing how to continue.

well!

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

"Anyway, you were invited by my sister."

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

"I won't be polite."

Chuck was as frank as if he was possessed by Mr. Guan. Under the gaze of the bald old white man with twitching corners of his mouth, Chuck walked towards Beka, who was waving to him over there.

The bald old white man watched Chuck leave with a gloomy look on his face.

meeting room.

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

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

"So what's next?" Beca was very excited and looked at Chuck questioningly.

"Tell me about it." Chuck began to look through the ledger.

"Tell me about it? Oh, this is where I discovered the problem at first..." Beca thought she understood, but was interrupted by Chuck before she could finish her words.

"That's not it." Chuck continued to look at the ledger: "This is your job, not your interest."

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

"Do you like this job?" Chuck asked.

"It's okay..." Beca couldn't keep up, so she answered subconsciously.

"How about singing instead of arranging songs?" Chuck asked again.

"Ah!" Beca finally reacted and looked at Chuck in surprise: "Dr. Wolfe, do you know?"

"Perfect pitch, of course I know it." Chuck raised his decorative glasses.

"Perfect pitch?" Beca was surprised for a moment, then her expression of surprise faded: "Didn't you see the performance of our a cappella choir? That was the beauty of our college days."

"I've seen it." Chuck looked at her without explaining the relationship between Perfect Pitch and their a cappella choir: "You arrange the music well."

"Is it just an arrangement?" Beca smiled bitterly: "Are we not good at singing?"

"We like your arrangement better. What you like and are best at is arranging, isn't it?" Chuck said the key.

"Yes." Beca nodded absentmindedly, and after Chuck's reminder, she fell into the past memory.

When she was in high school, she was accustomed to living in her own world, and that world was the world of arrangement.

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

After entering college, she met several girls with similar interests, and together they joined the a cappella choir that was already famous in the university but had a scandal in the previous semester.

Everyone works together, and eventually the a cappella choir, which has a glorious past but is now at the bottom of the valley, will get out of the bottom, win one game after another, and create greater glory.

Those days were Beca's best days.

However, life in college is so beautiful that it passes by in the blink of an eye, and you graduate in the blink of an eye, and everyone has to find a job because of the pressure of life.

The a cappella choir also welcomed a new leader, but they left reluctantly.

Once life is forced, those good sisters are scattered all over the place, and it is difficult to see each other again. Many of them were high-spirited when they were students, standing in the spotlight like stars, but after leaving campus and working, they quickly lost their luster and lived a miserable life. It is unsatisfactory and even abjection.

It's okay for her to be like this, she has a good family background.

Her father is an accountant, and he is a very good one. Although she prefers music, she has been exposed to it since she was a child, and she still knows a lot about accounting.

After I came out, it was really difficult to rely on my own skills to gain a foothold in the tornado-shaped music industry and turn my hobby into a job.

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 close friend on the Internet who understood her very well, and exchanging music arrangements with her made her full of passion for life again.

These memories flashed through her mind quickly, and then she was caught by Chuck's movements. She saw Chuck pick up an account book, hold the spine of the book with one hand, and start turning the thick pages quickly. , he flipped over one account book in a few seconds, closed it and put it aside, then picked up another one.

Keep repeating this process.

"Is this okay?" Beca couldn't help but ask.

"Why not?" Chuck asked.

"..." Even though Beka knew some of the legends about Detective Chuck, she was still choked by this Versailles behavior and was speechless.

Is this really awesome?

"You are actually not suitable to be an accountant." Chuck continued to talk to her while flipping through the ledger.

"Why?" Beca was unhappy.

Although she admired him, she still wasn't happy to hear his attitude and tone, which was the same as her father's.

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

Human beings still play an irreplaceable role, including the accounting profession. Do you know why? "

"I don't know..." Beca wanted to be angry and tell the truth, saying that the reason why she chose this high-tech company was not because it was the future, but because this company had the best offer among the offers, so she came. .

But she was still angry, but she still had sense. She didn't say anything like this.

"Because intelligent AI cannot go to jail or commit suicide for the boss." Chuck calmly stated the fact that frightened Beca.

"...What do you mean?" Beca was horrified: "Have you already seen the problem with the account books?"

"Not yet." Chuck shook his head. After Beca breathed a sigh of relief, he changed his tone: "The reason why I looked through the account books was just for the final accurate figures. As for the issues you are really concerned about, before I came here, I already knew that.”

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

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

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

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

Since you know it but choose not to tell it, of course the benefits of pretending not to know are greater than telling it. However, you think you are the first to discover the problem, report it directly, and make it known to everyone. "

"Ah..." Beca hugged her hands unconsciously and said in shock: "No way? If that's the case, why does the boss ask you to help check the accounts?"

"It was his sister who invited me here!" Chuck corrected: "After you made such a big fuss, your unknowing sister invited me here again.

If he refuses directly, wouldn't it make it more obvious that there is something wrong with him? People always tend to take chances before something really happens. "

After saying this, he glanced at Beka who was absent-minded: "What you should be most concerned about now is not what they think, but yourself! Are you ready to commit suicide on behalf of your boss?"

"..." Beca was stunned.

What are these words!

Why should she be prepared to commit suicide on behalf of her boss?

wrong!

Thinking back to what Chuck said before, accountants cannot be replaced by smart AI in the 21st century, because smart AI accountants cannot commit suicide in jail for their bosses. Her back felt cold and she finally started to get scared.

"Is it exciting?" Chuck continued to look through the account book: "Do you have an adrenaline rush? Remember this feeling, maybe you can create better tunes in the future."

"That's not funny." Beca said frantically: "I like arranging and music, but I'm not ready to spend my life arranging music!"

"Really?" Chuck said bluntly: "That's a pity, you can't become a Buddha without being crazy! For you who have outstanding talent but can't reach the top, with this kind of stimulation, the probability of creating better tunes will be greater."

"You're kidding me, right?" Beca couldn't complain anymore. She suddenly thought of this and looked at Chuck dumbfounded: "The danger of suicide doesn't exist at all, right?"

The more she talked, the more she felt like she suddenly understood: "If it's like what you said, you knew the truth of the matter before you came, and it even reached the point where I was at risk of suicide? Why are you still here? What are you doing? If you're not short of money, why go through this muddy water?

It can't be that Rita is really too proud, right? Or maybe you like me, so you came here to save the beauty? I'm not that charming! So there is only one truth of the matter, and that is that you are basically scaring me and teasing me! You are so outrageous! "

"Rita's face is worthless." Chuck said calmly: "I am indeed not short of money, and I won't be so bored as to scare you from your jokes."

"What on earth is that?" Beca's heartbeat couldn't stop soaring.

Because Chuck eliminated most of the reasons she mentioned, but left one reason she listed unmentioned.

"It seems that your memory needs training to be strengthened." Chuck said bluntly: "I have already told you that we like your arrangement."

"..." Beca was already confused.

She couldn't help but ignore everything about us and the arrangement.

All she could think about was 'I like you'.