A Proposal for a New Direction and Another Charge in the Little Notebook

Lin Chen spent the entire afternoon hunched over his computer, frantically researching, organizing, and analyzing information on the new energy vehicle industry chain.

He incorporated the key areas flagged by the system, including "intelligent driving, automotive-grade chips, and high-energy-density batteries."

He picked out several startups that appeared to have distinctive technologies but were small in scale and relatively reasonably valued.

He also selected some traditional automakers' transformation projects in the intelligent connected vehicle sector.

He made a point of gathering recent expert analyses of new energy vehicle policies, industry reports, and market forecasts.

He tried to build a relatively complete chain of reasoning to demonstrate the feasibility and enormous potential of this direction.

It was long past quitting time, and most people in the office had already left.

Only then did Lin Chen finally print out a proposal that was clearly organized and backed by detailed data.

He took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and headed for the president's office.

Yan Qingyue was still in her office, dealing with emails on her computer. A trace of fatigue showed between her brows, but her gaze remained focused.

When she heard the knock, she said without looking up, "Come in."

Lin Chen pushed the door open and walked in, holding the report, still warm from the printer. He felt a little uneasy.

"President Yan, sorry to disturb you."

He walked up to the desk, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Yan Qingyue looked up and was a little surprised to see Lin Chen.

She glanced at the time. "It's this late, and you haven't gone home? What is it?"

"Yes, President Yan."

Lin Chen held out the report with both hands. "About the financing predicament the company is facing, I... I put together some information this afternoon and had an idea that isn't fully developed yet. I was hoping you could take a look."

Yan Qingyue raised an eyebrow and took the report. The cover read, "Preliminary Proposal on Expanding into Intelligent Driving for New Energy Vehicles as the Company's Second Growth Curve."

"New energy vehicles? Intelligent driving?"

She gave Lin Chen a puzzled look, but opened the report anyway.

Lin Chen stood to one side, nervously watching Yan Qingyue's expression.

At first, she browsed through it casually, but soon her gaze grew focused, and she slowed down, occasionally pausing over certain figures and points.

This might work! She seems interested!

Lin Chen felt a surge of excitement.

Yan Qingyue was indeed drawn in by the report's contents.

The report was logically organized, supported by detailed data, and clear about its key points.

Not only did it analyze the enormous potential of the new energy vehicle market and the favorable winds of government policy, but, more importantly, it precisely identified how well AI technology aligned with fields such as intelligent driving and the Internet of Vehicles.

It demonstrated the feasibility and enormous commercial value of transferring the company's existing technological advantages to this field.

This was indeed a direction she had never considered in depth before!

A new approach that might break the current deadlock!

If the company could successfully open up this "second battlefield," it would not only create enormous new value!

More importantly, it would greatly strengthen the company's confidence and bargaining position when negotiating with giants like Huanyu Capital!

Because the company would represent not just the existing "Alpha" project, but also limitless future possibilities in another trillion-scale market!

The more she read, the more valuable she found the idea. It was as if a tear had opened in the gloom in her heart, letting in a beam of light.

After reading the last page, Yan Qingyue closed the report and looked up, her sharp gaze fixed on Lin Chen with a hint of inquiry and surprise.

"Did you... put this report together yourself?"

Her voice sounded calm, but Lin Chen could sense a slight fluctuation in her tone.

"Y-yes, President Yan."

Lin Chen nodded quickly and explained as he had planned, "I saw a lot of news about new energy vehicle policies this afternoon, and it made me think of our company's advantages in AI technology!

"So I thought... maybe we could consider this direction. I looked up some information and put it together."

I absolutely can't mention the system! I'll just say I had a flash of inspiration!

He prayed silently to himself.

Yan Qingyue gave him a long look, her gaze complicated.

She found it hard to believe that an assistant could put together such a professional, in-depth industry analysis and strategic proposal in a single afternoon.

This was definitely not something he could have accomplished simply by "looking up some information."

Just how much more is this guy hiding?

Last time it was hacking skills, and this time it's strategic vision... is he really an ordinary assistant?

But no matter what, the report had indeed provided an extremely valuable new approach.

A breakthrough like this was exactly what she needed right now.

"Good thinking."

Yan Qingyue suppressed her doubts and nodded approvingly, her tone much gentler.

"Your analysis is insightful, and the data is solid. New energy vehicles and intelligent driving really are a direction worth focusing on and evaluating."

Hearing President Yan's approval, Lin Chen felt the great stone hanging over his heart finally fall away. A tremendous sense of joy and accomplishment welled up inside him!

She approved! She really approved!

He couldn't help looking up at Yan Qingyue.

At that moment, perhaps because finding a way to break the deadlock had eased her mood, or perhaps because of the office's soft lighting,

Yan Qingyue's usually cool, striking face showed a rare hint of gentleness and... resilience beneath her fatigue?

She leaned back slightly in her chair, her chest in its fitted white blouse rising and falling gently with her breathing, tracing graceful curves...

President Yan... she looks so gentle right now... and that...

Lin Chen's gaze drifted downward without his noticing, and a few ill-timed thoughts flashed through his mind.

...Those blouse buttons look a little tight. It feels like they're about to... burst forth?

The moment the thought appeared, Lin Chen snapped to his senses and wanted to slap himself!

*Lin Chen! What the fuck are you thinking?!

Is this the time to be thinking about that?!*

*President Yan is run ragged worrying about the company's survival, and here you are, indulging in dirty fantasies?!

Are you even human?!*

His face flushed bright red in an instant. He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Yan Qingyue again, and cursed himself bloody in his heart.

But how could his sudden blush, wandering gaze, and instinctive lowering of his head escape Yan Qingyue's sharp eyes?

Yan Qingyue froze for a moment, then immediately realized what filthy things were going through his head!

Two barely perceptible patches of red flew onto her cheeks, and a rush of shame and anger shot straight to the top of her head!

Well, well!

Here I am, seriously considering the company's strategy and feeling pleased with the valuable suggestion you gave me, and look at you!

You actually dare to fantasize about me?!

Lin Chen! You lecherous bastard with the gall of a beast!

It seems your previous punishment was still too light! It didn't teach you a lesson at all!

She forcibly suppressed the urge to erupt on the spot and took a deep breath. The hint of gentleness on her face vanished without a trace, replaced once more by a layer of frost.

She set the report gently on the desk. Her tone returned to its usual coolness, with an almost imperceptible hint of gritted teeth.

"I've received the report. The contents are valuable, and I'll give them serious consideration. Thank you for your hard work. It's getting late, so you should go home."

Lin Chen felt as though he had received a pardon and nodded hurriedly. "Yes, President Yan! You should rest early too!"

With that, he backed out of the office, practically fleeing.

Watching Lin Chen's retreating figure as he fled, Yan Qingyue was so angry her teeth itched.

She picked up her phone, opened her chat with "Little Moon," and typed a record with flying fingers.

"Month X, day X, evening.

That fiend Lin Chen took the opportunity of reporting on his work to show a lecherous look and harbor improper thoughts once again!

He actually dared to make reckless remarks about... about this president's figure!

An additional count against him!

Once the situation stabilizes, he must be severely punished! Both new and old scores will be settled together!"

After finishing the entry, she put down her phone and looked at the report on her desk, which really was valuable. Her feelings were complicated in the extreme.

This guy was sometimes so stupid he left her speechless, yet at other times he could display astonishing flashes of brilliance;

Sometimes he was as timid as a mouse, and at others his lechery knew no bounds... he was simply a bundle of contradictions!

But it was undeniable that the idea he had provided today had been a great help.

"Forget it. I'll make a note of it for now."

She rubbed the space between her brows and sighed helplessly. "Once the crisis in front of us is resolved, I'll settle the whole account with you at leisure!"

She picked up the report again and studied it carefully, beginning to make serious plans for turning the new direction of "intelligent driving for new energy vehicles" into a practical bargaining chip to break the deadlock.

Meanwhile, Lin Chen, who had fled back to his workstation, packed up his things while frantically repenting in his heart.

Lin Chen, oh Lin Chen, your brains really are in your pants! You almost ruined everything!

President Yan trusted you so much and even praised you, and yet you... sigh!

I absolutely can't do that again! If I do, I'll... I'll gouge out my own eyes!

He had no idea that he had once again added a bold, colorful stroke to President Yan's "little notebook."

His future "punishment" would probably become even more "colorful."

The crisis had yet to pass, but new hope had already begun to sprout.

And a certain assistant's journey down the road to "courting death" continued.