Ten minutes had passed, yet there were still fewer than five lines of code on the screen.
The middle-aged man's forehead was beaded with sweat, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
Wang Guowei sat to the side, crossing his legs, sipping beer, and said with a stern face.
"Write! You can't even handle such a simple request? Did the company hire you just to fool around? Let me tell you, if you can't finish it in five minutes, don't even think about leaving tonight."
"No, no, no, don't be like this, Xiao Wang... I admit I might have had a bad attitude towards you before."
"You think this is a personal grudge?" Wang Guowei raised his voice, slapped the table, and said with a distressed look.
"Tan Yonglin, how can you think that way? I'm criticizing you for your own good, to urge you to improve. Don't tell me you can't do it; this is a precious training opportunity the company is giving you. You need to seize it. When I was your age, I was grabbing all kinds of tasks."
