Chapter 85 Argue Reasonably and Vigorously
Ethan said in a serious tone, "If you have a different opinion, feel free to talk about your strengths. We'll naturally make a comprehensive judgment. That's why we're all gathered here for this meeting. Why do you need to hurt people with harsh words?"
Noah sneered, "So you call speaking the truth hurting people with harsh words."
With the argument reaching this point, even someone as calm as Daisy had to stand up.
She looked at Noah, whose face was practically written all over with defiance. She could actually tell that Noah wasn't deliberately targeting her—he genuinely thought she wasn't qualified.
She had seen this kind of contempt too many times before at the Blacks. The way those aunts looked at her, the way those so-called socialites and wealthy ladies looked at her—it was exactly the same as how Noah was looking at her now.
Getting angry about it was useless. She could only speak with real ability and genuine skills.
"Mr. Monroe, you say you understand Stellar Tech's standards, so tell me, what is this competition about?"
Noah glanced at her and then looked away. "Of course it's about technology, proposals, and real skills."
Then he casually added, "If it were about beauty or seducing men, don't worry, I'd definitely nominate you."
Despite his sarcasm, Daisy didn't get angry. Instead, she opened her handbag and pulled out a thick stack of documents, spreading them out one by one in front of Noah.
"This is the nano-targeted delivery system proposal I made before you arrived. It's been adopted by Reed Corporation and is now in the testing phase."
Noah's brow furrowed as he picked up the proposal and began reading it skeptically.
Before he could finish, Daisy pulled out another document.
"This is a new biocompatible materials proposal I submitted a month ago. It solved a technical problem in our lab."
Noah looked it over carefully and couldn't help asking, "Did you really write these?"
Daisy closed the files and looked him in the eye.
"Mr. Monroe, you've been here for so long, always thinking I don't understand anything and only got to where I am today because of Mr. Reed. So let me ask you—have you looked at the data I've produced? Have you read the proposals I've written? Have you verified the problems I've pointed out?"
"You always assume that all my lab reports were written by ghostwriters. You can certainly say these were all written by ghostwriters too, but let me ask you this—if a ghostwriter had this level of skill, why wouldn't they work independently instead of staying behind the scenes to shine for me?"
Noah opened his mouth but couldn't speak.
The conference room fell silent. Several researchers looked at Daisy with surprise and admiration in their eyes.
Noah stood there, his face alternating between red and white. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found he couldn't say anything at all.
Ethan looked at Noah. "Any more objections?"
Noah was silent for a few seconds, then turned and walked back to his seat, plopping down without another word.
Ethan looked at Daisy. "Alright then, it's settled. Daisy, get ready. For next month's competition, we'll leave the lab to Mr. Monroe for now."
He then looked at Noah. "Mr. Monroe?"
Noah nodded with a dark expression.
After the meeting, Daisy gathered her things to leave.
Noah sat in his seat, watching her back, his fingers tapping the table rhythmically.
Actually, he had encountered those proposals she mentioned when he first joined the lab.
If she really did all of that, then she was indeed a very talented and capable woman, no less than himself.
And her grasp of advanced nanotechnology did make her more suitable for this competition than him.
But the premise was that she really did all of this.
What she said today made sense.
But if she really had this talent, why would she keep making excuses to skip morning meetings, and why did she often seem overwhelmed at work?
Moreover, wasn't she a housewife who had always been looked down upon by the Blacks? If she really had talent, why would she be willing to bury herself for so many years?
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, two voices arguing back and forth in his head. Irritated, he loosened his tie, grabbed his phone, and walked out of the conference room.
At the end of the hallway, he called Vanessa.
"Hello?" Vanessa's voice came through the phone, ordinary and no different from before.
"It's me." Noah lowered his voice. "That Daisy you told me about last time—what's her real background?"
Vanessa paused. "What's wrong?"
"The company is sending her to compete in Stellar Tech's technical competition." Noah's voice carried resentment. "What qualifies her? Someone who doesn't even dare come to morning meetings, competing against Stellar Tech's people?"
Vanessa was silent for a moment, then laughed. "Of course she has to go. How else can she clear her name of sleeping her way to the top? In the end, isn't it all arranged by her lover?"
Noah frowned. "But she showed a lot of..."
"Did you see her write it word by word with your own eyes?" Vanessa asked.
"Well, no."
"Of course you didn't. She's a housewife—what real skills could she have? That data, those proposals—weren't they all done by others for her to use? Just wait and see. When she gets to the competition, someone will definitely be doing the work for her."
Noah thought about it and nodded with a bitter smile. "The way they're messing around, Reed Corporation is bound to fail sooner or later!"
Vanessa's eyes flashed, and she suddenly said, "Noah, if you don't want to stay there anymore, come to Black Group. I happen to need people."
Noah thought for a moment. "We'll see."
After hanging up, he shook his head and returned to the lab.
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In the following days, Daisy devoted almost all her time to preparing for the competition.
She left early and came home late every day. The lab lights stayed on until late at night. She reviewed materials daily, conducted countless experiments, and revised her proposal version after version.
As for Noah, although he was still unconvinced, he didn't slack off on his work. Daisy handed over the lab's daily management to him, and after he took over, everything ran smoothly.
Amy privately told Daisy, "Noah may have a sharp tongue, but his work is really excellent."
Daisy smiled. "Yes, so no matter how much he disapproves of me, I won't hold it against him."
Amy pouted. "You're just too easygoing. Look at him—just because he knows more, he's so arrogant he doesn't even respect his seniors."
Daisy just smiled without saying anything and continued reading her materials.
That evening, Daisy was working overtime in the lab again.
The entire building was dark except for her room, which was still lit. She rubbed her tired eyes and stood up to stretch her neck.
Her phone rang. It was Vincent. She held the phone between her shoulder and ear while her hands kept busy. "Hello?"
"Still at the lab?"
"Yeah."
"Have you eaten?"
Daisy paused and looked down at the takeout boxes on her desk. The empty one was from lunch; the afternoon one was still untouched.
"Yes."
Vincent was silent for a moment. "I'm downstairs."
Daisy walked to the window and looked down. Under the streetlight, a black Mercedes was parked.
Vincent was leaning against the car door, holding a bag, looking up.